Unbroken

Thursday Morning, Week 2

Draco POV

We've been held up in this dungeon of sorts for what seems like an eternity. It must have been a couple of hours because I can see faint traces of daylight peaking through the wall that Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Lyla are chained to. They look worse for wear but are mostly untouched, thankfully.

I don't even remember much of what happened after I stormed off to console Ginny when Weaselbee reduced her to tears and pissed her off. WEASEL! That's why we're here. I crank my head to look next to me and find the bastard and Neville chained next to each other. I spit at him.

"Well done, Weasel. You really did it this time," I sarcastically mutter to him. If I could just get myself out of these restraints, I would unleash hell on the bastard.

"What did I do? You four are supposed to be highly trained aurors. You're telling me you couldn't stop a bloody ambush?"

Merlin, this fucker is the dumbest piece of flesh I've ever laid my eyes on. I take a moment to calm myself and look at him once more. Once I get out of this, I'm going to beat the shit out of him before I even turn my attention to our captors.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't split us up by forcing Ginny, Draco, and Hermione to leave," Neville says in a biting tone. I'm surprised because he's usually the calmest of us but even he is not immune to the Weasel.

"And? You, Luna, and that woman were still there. As I recall it was HER date that ambushed us," the fucker replies. I swear it's like he's immune to taking responsibility for his actions. Why the fuck did Granger ever choose this bastard?

"That woman has a name, you bloody tosser. I swear when we get out of here, we're leaving you behind," I tell him in as calm a tone I can muster.

"Yeah right, like we're ever getting out of here. Besides, I'm Hermione's husband, she won't let you leave me behind even if we get out by some miracle."

I turn towards Granger and notice the woman is fuming. I smirk at her because I just know she's at her end with the bastard next to me. I just hope she'll actually let me leave him behind. She says nothing, however, and I look towards Lyla. As Boss' second in command, all plans fall to her now.

"There's no use fighting, we have to figure out a way to get out of here. We can't rely on Boss to come and get us because he's out of commission. We're not going to last long here, especially if it's Dolohov who captured us," she easily tells us in a commanding tone. We, save for Ron, acknowledge her.

"We're in a cell of some sort. The bricks are dilapidated and not at all fixed together so the structure must be weak. There's a small ceiling window right above us but there's no light coming from it so that means it leads to another floor," Hermione rattles off in quick succession. She would have made a damn fine Auror.

"It's daytime which means we've been here for just over nine hours give or take," she adds.

"It's Thursday, then. One more day til Harry wakes up," Ginny says in a hopeful manner. We can't rely on him coming to get us because, in all honesty, we might not make it to Friday.

"Come off it, Ginny. You really think we're going to make it through today much less tomorrow?" Arsehole snorts at her. I've never wanted to inflict such bodily harm on a person more than I do him.

"On the contrary, Mister Weasley," the door to our cell swings open and reveals none other than Antonin Dolohov standing next to...my father, "I think you will."

"What the bloody hell are you on about?" The idiot asks Dolohov before being hit with a swift cutting curse to the wrist. I can't help but derive satisfaction from it even though we're still captured.