Granger's Wolf

Imprisoned

She woke with a start. It was her fifteenth day in that dark, cold, smelly cell. They provided food leftovers and very little, unclean water. She was sleep deprived, for how could one sleep in such a place with such people. Hermione was caught by the death eaters as one of the seven Harrys. She could only hope she was the only one caught. They used Legilimency excessively on her, but she didn't let them in. She wasn't that good at Occlumency and hoped it would keep them out of her mind till either her death or rescue. It was pure luck that the death eaters who tried to get into her mind were very weak at it. She heard the death eaters, more than once, talking about a werewolf that was going to have fun with the mudblood. Selfishly, she hoped she wasn't that mudblood. But then of course she was.

Three masked figures moved her to a more humane cell a few hours ago. It was cleaner and less smelly. They provided delicious food and clean water. She ate and drank greedily, trying not to think that they were preparing the meal for the wolf.

'There you go, Mr. Malfoy. Enjoy the mudblood! ' said a masked death eater, opening the cell for none other than the famous Draco Malfoy, who had gone up the death eater ranks incredibly fast for someone so young.

His expensive cologne entered the cell before he did. It was the first pleasant smell she had in days. He wore his usual aristocratic cool facade but when he saw her, he looked almost scared. He looked away quickly and sat as far from her as possible - on the floor.

Her heart was beating so loud that she was certain he could hear it. So he was the werewolf! And she was the mudblood! Just when did Draco Malfoy become a werewolf? She was going to be eaten alive! Hermione started hyperventilating, but not before hearing it. No more than a whisper.
'I'm sorry, Granger.'