In The Dungeon

Chapter 7

*Draco POV*

The cell door opened with a bang and I felt myself be dragged out with Hermione yelling to leave me alone. I glance at her and all I can hope is that I am giving reassurance instead of the fear I felt that moment. I watched the path closely just incase they have changed anything, so when we eventually get out of here we can have a better idea on how to move around.

The path to the drawing room, I know that is where we were heading because it is Lucius's favorite room to 'question' people, seems longer and more dreaded when you are being dragged to it. I watched the halls I grew up in get darker and darker until it wasn't the place I grew up in anymore. I am now in some stranger's house, this isn't the once lively place we had. The place where, while I had to grow up the perfect Pure-blood, I was able to act like a child when it was just us three here. I was able to go up to Lucius sometimes when I had fallen, and he would comfort me in the way he knew how and that was okay because it was my father helping me. Then, time changed things. News of the Dark Lord's return was springing up and Lucius completely changed. He wasn't the father I once knew.

I was dropped onto the middle of the floor and I looked up into cold gray eyes.

"Well, filth, I have a way that you can prove that you aren't what we all know you to be. There is a raid planned for tomorrow night and we are allowing you the opportunity to join us. Know that if you mess it up or deny, it will just prove you are just Blood-traitor trash and no better than the Weasleys. We wouldn't want that would we?" Lucius said using his cane to keep me on the ground.

"I would rather be Blood-traitor trash as you put it than go on a raid and have to hurt people just for being who they are. So, if that means being like the Weasleys than so be it." I spat at him. I would never become like him.

I watched his eyes become storm clouds, then I felt the cane across my face. It didn't just stop at my face I felt multiple hits on my ribs, back, and even the back of my head. I could feel the dark spots trying to take over my vision, but I couldn't let that happen. I would admit that I was worried what he would do if I was unconscious. I couldn't risk the unknown at the moment.

"You watch your mouth filth!" He growled, and he threw a curse before I could really comprehend what he was going to do. I felt the cuts all over my body and knew what I had been hit with. I still have the scars on my body and the dreams that haunt that night. I felt the blood running from them and knew that if some kind of healing didn't take place soon that I wouldn't survive the blood loss. He threw another and just based on the color of the spell I knew that if I tensed up it would just make it worse. I gritted my teeth to not allow the screams that the Cruciatus curse was good at bringing about. After a couple minutes he let off the curse. I could feel my body panting for air and relief from his curses and more black spots had appeared. 

"Get him out of my sight!" Lucius yelled, "Now!" when no one moved. I felt my body hit the ground and heard Hermione yell my name before I succumbed to the pain I was feeling.  

*Hermione POV* 

As soon as they dropped him I was beside him. I froze when I noticed all the blood pooling around him and I ran to where my wand was hidden. I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me with it. All I thought about was I had to do something. I may not be able to do a lot, but at least I would be able to make sure he stayed alive. 

"This may hurt a little bit." I warned before I started cleaning the wounds and healing them the best I could. I couldn't risk either one of us by doing too much while we still need each other somewhat able to help. 

He didn't even flinch, and I was worried about that. How much pain has he felt just in the last days? Weeks? I can't even remember how long he has been down here. Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't stop them from falling. It was my fault, I shouldn't have gotten caught. It wasn't your fault. I heard a voice that sounded a lot like Draco whisper in my head. If I hadn't of gotten caught Draco wouldn't be in the condition he was in right now. You don't know that. For all you know I could have went against everything Lucius said, but you were the trigger that was needed to actually do it. Quit having this argument with yourself. This would have happened to anyone and you know it. I know you can't see it right now but know that no one blames you for anything. Everyone is worried about you. "Stop feeding me lies!" I muttered. I must be going crazy. I'm talking to a figment voice that sounds like Draco in my head.