His Prized Possession.

Falling Apart.

Hermione thought she might wake up and see trees surrounding her, laying on the cold hard ground; everything that had happened might have been a dream. But she was wrong, she awoke in the same black and grey bed, she couldn't help but notice the bed smelled of vanilla and cologne. Draco hadn't been in the bed with her when she woke up, and no sign of him in the bathroom or bedroom either. The brown haired girl stretched her arms out above her and got out of bed, adjusting her over-sized clothing so she was as put together as she could manage and brushed her hair out with her fingers. Hermione began to look through Draco's drawers seeing what she could find either for information or a weapon, trying her best to be quiet not knowing where he was at. Once she had searched everywhere in the bedroom she ventured out into the rest of the house, being careful to look for Draco. But still she found him no where. Freya came wondering by with dirty towels and clothes in her arms, giving Hermione a nod of good morning. "Freya, where is Malfoy?" Hermione asked in a hushed tone as she sat down on the stairs. "He's at work, naturally." Freya just smiled at her and Hermione couldn't imagine what she had to be so happy about. Hermione thought of Dobby, he had been the Malfoy's house elf and there wasn't much about his time with them that was cause to smile about; Freya on the other hand seemed content with her home and Master.

Suddenly Hermione realized Draco wasn't anywhere in the house, and immediately ran down the stairs to the door; But it wouldn't budge, the knob wouldn't even turn the slightest bit. Hermione angrily kicked the door as hard as she could, forgetting that she had no shoes or socks even. A cry of pain escaped her lips as she sank to the floor, holding her aching foot. She tried to calm herself and did her best to unlock the door with a wand, but it still wasn't moving. She must have sat there trying the same old things over and over for a good hour, before finally getting up and wondering through the house to see if she could find anything of use again. It wasn't until she heard the front door open that she stopped snooping through Draco's belongings and quietly snuck out to the front room.

Malfoy was standing in the entrance hall, leaned against the wall as he read over a letter he had received on his way into the house. It was from Pansy Parkinson who had avoided becoming a death eater and opted just to be a supporter instead, she had only gotten by with it because she was engaged to Theodore Nott and he was already a Death Eater. The letter contained boring rambling about wedding planning, Draco rolled his eyes at this; Pansy didn't have many girlfriends these days and it was pain-stakingly apperent.

A small noise ripped Draco out of his thoughts as he looked over to find Hermione standing in the middle of the living room. "Why am I here?" The Gryffindor asked defiantly, raising an eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to mind last night, why now?" Draco rolled his eyes as he folded up the letter and walked into the kitchen. He put the letter delicately into a drawer he reserved for mail he planned to reply too and poured himself a glass of Firewhisky, smiling when he saw Freya had restocked his supply of it. "I'm serious! You have no right to keep me here like a prisoner!" Hermione's voice was becoming louder with each word as she stormed into the kitchen. "Oh Granger, I have every right. Didn't you hear me yesterday? You belong to me now, you're mine, my property." Draco's voice was calm as he watched her temper rise. "I don't belong to anyone, much less you!" She shot back and came to stand on the otherside of the island counter from him. "On the contrary, The Dark Lord gave you to me himself. Unless.. you'd rather go and be with him." Draco smirked as he watched the fear creep into her eyes. "When Harry and Ron find out about this! They will come for me!" She screeched desperate to strike some fear into the blonde, he had always been a coward back at Hogwarts but something had obviously changed in him. "Ah! So they are still alive? Good to know, feel free to tell me where they are and I'll be happy to save them a trip." Hermione's eyes widened at his words, in her anger she had given away too much. How had she let this happen? They wanted everyone to think Harry and Ron were dead, it kept them a lot safer. "What do you want with me?" Hermione changed the subject quickly, and stared at Draco. "I haven't decided yet. Help Freya with whatever she needs for now." Draco drank the glass of Firewhisky and put the glass in the sink. Hermione was still wearing his clothes and Draco couldn't help but notice how the swallowed her up and made her look even more frail than she already did. The courageous attitude was still there, but she didn't look like she could back it up anymore. "It's not like I'm mistreating you, you would have been dead had I not saved you!" Draco said angrily as he walked out of the room and went upstairs.