Heads Of The House {Dramione} {√}

Chapter 36

Hermione's POV:

I woke on my hard bed to someone banging a stick on the metal bars of my cell door.

I heard a key turn in the lock.

"Head to the mess hall." He said, moving on.

I stood up and stretched.

My neck and back ached.

I stepped out of the cell.

I followed the group of rag-tag prisoners to the run-down mess hall.

It was made of worn stone, and looked about ready to collapse.

I stepped inside warily.

Nothing happened, so I moved along to an empty seat at a table.

As soon as I sat down, everyone crowded me.

"How did you do it?"

"How did you escape?"

"Where did you get caught?"

I answered all the questions.

"I don't want any of you amateurs to escape and then get caught again." I said.

"I was taking the alleys and Hermione Granger found me and turned me in." I said, trying to act mad.

They all grunted and moved away.

I settled into my seat, trying to force down the crap that they call food.

Draco's POV:

I awoke to a sharp kick in the side.

"Get up." Ron said.

I pushed my eyes open and pushed myself up off the floor.

"Get in the chair." Ron said, pointing to the same chair that I was tortured in last night.

I stood up, and then I fell.

Ron grabbed me by the neck and held me up.

"Get. In. The. Chair." He growled.

He set me down and I limped to the chair.

Both legs had gashes down the side of them.

As I sat down, I saw a bloody knife on the floor.

It was the one that was used to attack Hermione.

Ron lashed me to the chair tightly.

I could barely breathe.

"Let's get started." Ron said.

"You will get a punch for everyone that you have ever hurt." Ron said, cracking his knuckles.

I froze.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

"For Fred." He said, punching me square in the nose.

The pain was immediate.

"For George." Punch to the left eye.

"For Ginny." A punch to the right eye.

I lost track of how many times I was slapped or punched.

The worse was when I heard a sickening crack in my nose.

It was broken.

The pain was hardly a difference.

I opened my eyes when I heard the crunch.

My eyes had already begun to swell shut.

From what I could see, Ron was smiling.

"The last one is Hermione." He said.

He kicked my stomach and sent the chair toppling backwards

My head smacked the floor, and the last thing I saw was Ron's face above me, smiling.

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