His Prized Possession.

A different kind of prison.

Draco sat on the couch in Malfoy Manor's large living room, his feet were casually set up on the coffee table. He was eating a bright green apple and watching the fire blaze in the fireplace. Voldemort had all but taken over the Malfoy residence, even though he was in control of everything he still didn't like to put all of his eggs in one basket. He split his time between the Ministry of Magic, Malfoy Manor, and a couple other rarely disclosed locations. Draco had long since moved out of his childhood home, opting instead to buy a home of his own; Lucius however still lived in the Manor. Lucius Malfoy was far from good graces with the Dark Lord, spending most of his time practically at a servant level. Draco however had rose up to a decent and respectable place amongst the death eater ranks; Draco was probably the only reason Lucius still remained un-harmed.

The front doors opened with a whoosh and banged loudly as they collided with the walls on either side of the entrance. The Carrows were bringing in members of the Order they had found, and looked pretty pleased with themselves in the process. They threw the prisoners to the floor in the living room, and one stood guard as the other sibling went to fetch the Dark Lord. Draco never missed a bite of his apple as he stared at the people on the floor, they were dirty and looked half starved obviously having been on the run for quite some time. There were a few he remembered from his Hogwarts days, a couple nameless Gryffindor and one Hufflepuff... Then he saw a mess of unruly curls, and he raised an eyebrow. She was looking down at the floor, obviously trying to catch the least amount of attention she could. Draco dropped his feet from the coffee table and sat up, cocking his head to the side he couldn't miss those curls anywhere. Hermione Granger glanced up from the floor to inspect her surroundings and the sight of her hit Malfoy like a ton of bricks. She was alive.

Draco could hear the sounds of one of the Carrows and Voldemort coming down the hallway and quickly removed any hint of interest from his face. Once they entered Voldemort clapped and grinned evilly at his new found prisoners. "Oh how unfortunate for you all.." was all he said and walked off to the dining room to plan out exactly what was to be done with them all. Draco took this moment to get up and follow, "Excuse me, my Lord." Draco said softly from the doorway as he lowered his head slightly for the other man. "What is it Draco?" Voldemort asked but began to look through some parchment that was scattered messily across the dining room table. "The mudblood do you have a purpose for her yet?" Draco leaned his body against the door frame and watched the older wizard as he turned to him and smiled. "Do you want her?" Draco nodded his head at Voldemort's question. "I haven't taken on any mudblood slaves as of yet, and my house is in dire need of someone to clean it." Draco shrugged as he spoke and held Voldemort's gaze. The Dark Lord seemed to think it over for a few moments before smirking at the boy, "She's yours, you've earned her." The man once known as Tom Riddle answered before turning himself back to his plans. "Thank you, My Lord." Draco bowed his head again and backed from the doorway. Once Draco was back out in the living room he wasted no time he conjuring a house elf, demanding the elf take Granger to his new home and watch her until he arrived. Hermione didn't even have time to find out where she was going or why before the elf had apparated her away.

Malfoy wondered how she had managed to evade capture this long, he had thought all of the Order had been killed or captured by now. Although they had never caught or seen a body for any of the Golden Trio, most still assumed them dead. Draco hated that he had a soft spot for the mudblood, since the day he first saw her. Hermione Granger had always been beautiful and on top of that, she was good at nearly everything. She set the standard for perfection, and Draco had to admit... He even found the way she fought him attractive. But none of that mattered. Malfoy shouldn't have said anything and let her find whatever fate she found, but he just couldn't.