Wanted for Murder

Seven months till the next Blue Moon

Hermione's POV
Seven months to go. Draco and I have become better friends and he asked me on a date last Saturday. Though since we can't go anywhere because of my situation, we had a dinner picnic in the Grand Malfoy Gardens. Right now I'm punching my punching bag to a pulp. Literally it just fell apart.
"Uggg!!!" I exclaim aloud to the darkness. I stomp out of the tower.
Where did I leave my wand?!?
"Looking for this?" Draco says, coming around the corner.
"Y-Yes." I say taking it from him then storming back up to the tower.
"Accio, Malfoy Paintings!" I yell, and soon they come flying in.
Nearly hitting Draco who tried to enter, but I quickly shut the door and lock it.
Then I turn to the paintings.
"Bombarda!!!" I shriek, several paintings explode.
I do this again and again till every last painting's screams have been silenced and are no more. I clean up the piles of ash and fix the punching bag. I then open the door. I come face to face with Draco.
"Where are the paintings?" He asks, looking behind me.
"Gone forever." I say, calmly. Then slipping past him I go to my living room and turn on the T.V. Uggg!!! It's to bright. I quickly turn it off, then grab a book. I chuck the book across the room, then seeing it's dark out side, I smirk. I skip to my to my room and change into running clothes. I leave the manor and go for a run.
I haven't gotten to far when...
"Crucio!!!" I hear, I duck.
"Crucio!!!" I hear someone else yell, this time it hits me and I collapse .
Then another curse is fired and excruciating pain sweeps through my body. Two more curses are fired before a figure in a sweeping black cloke comes and picks me up, but then I black out.
I open my eyes, where am I? I look and see that I am in my room. Draco walks in, still wearing a black cloke. He hands me a steaming cup, warm blood. I smile at the Slytherin.
"Thanks. Guess that's the last time I'll leave the property..." I say looking down at the cup, slightly ashamed that I didn't think before I left. 
"It's alright. Just don't do that again. I know it's not fun being stuck in this house for so long, trust me I understand, but promise me if you ever want to or need to leave. Let me know. Hermione, Okay?" Draco replies.
"Ya, of course," I say, then I reach up and pull him down next to me into a tight embrace, "Thank You, Draco."