Food never came that night. Hermione had fallen asleep at some point during the middle of the night. Her dreams had been filled with hopes and disappointment. She cracked one eye open to see if she was still having the bad dream. The sight of the stone walls made her blink a couple more times before she realized that this was no dream. It was reality. The slimy git Malfoy really had locked her up the night before.
A noise rang through the dungeon causing Hermione to look around. A loud pop was heard again and Hermione fell to the floor in shock. "Good morning miss. I am Polly. Master has requested that I bring this down for you," a little house elf said as she was holding a plate of food. She was dressed in rags that were similar to Dobby's.
"Well tell your Master thank you for being so gracious." Hermione took the plate from her and stared at it. The plate contained pancakes, bacon, and eggs. It all looked awfully delicious but Hermione could not muster up enough strength to eat any of it. She closed her eyes and leaned her back against the cold wall.
"Master said you should eat miss. You're going to need your strength, he says," the elf squeaked. Polly had been examining Hermione the whole time out of curiosity.
"Why do you refer to him as master, Polly? It's a new era. You don’t have to listen to what he says. You're free," Hermione smiled, but frowned when she saw the look upon the innocent elf's face.
Polly blinked stupidly at her. "But miss. Polly loves to serve her master. Polly has been here ever since young master was a boy. Doing what he says is all Polly cares to do. Talk like that can get Polly in trouble. Master has a bad temper. Now good bye." Polly snapped her fingers and was gone in an instant.
'You'll be needing your strength? What exactly is he trying to pull? Whatever it is, I'm not buying it…' Hermione thought to herself.
She placed a piece of bacon in her mouth and chewed it slowly. It tasted like rubber to her taste buds and it made her gag. I'm sure the food was actually real good, but Hermione's thoughts were moving so fast that she didn't have room for food.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Not eating the food I so graciously had prepared for you?" Draco rolled his eyes in sarcasm.
"Malfoy! Let me out of here now!" Hermione glared at her nemesis.
Draco smirked, "As you wish." He waved his wand and a metal clamp appeared on Hermione's wrists and neck. Along with the clamps, the door swung open. "What's this?!" Hermione squealed, pulling at the clamps.
"This is what's going to keep you from trying to leave my mansion. If you take one step out of my mansion's grounds, you will be killed by these clamps. I suggest you try not to run off." Hermione lunged at Draco. She had managed to get her hands around his neck and pin him to the ground. Draco flipped her over with no effort. "Better watch it Granger. I could have you killed faster than you think," Draco whispered in her ear, "I don't have to keep you alive. You are a worthless Mudblood that is going to be used as bait. Now while we are waiting for my plan to take action, you might as well make some use out of yourself. Go to the maid's chambers. There is a list waiting for you." Draco removed himself from her and stalked towards the door.
When he reached the doorknob, he stopped, turned to face Hermione once more, and said, "And Granger, I suggest you do what is asked of you. You won't want me to have to tell your boyfriends that you're dead and can't make the 'wedding of the century.'"
"How do you know about their wedding?" Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"It's the talk of the whole Wizarding World. Everybody knows about it. I was thinking about crashing it myself, but we will see. I might not have to now that I have you." With that, Draco left Hermione alone with her thoughts.
She tried, with all her might, to get the cold clamps off. They didn’t budge the slightest bit. She folded her arms across her chest and began to plot a way out. It seemed almost impossible with these clamps though. All she was sure of at that particular moment was that she certainly wasn't doing what Malfoy asked her to do.
Hermione spent the whole day sitting on the cold, hard dungeon floor. It was the first day in a long time that she had stayed inside when the sun was out. Oh did she long to feel the suns rays on her face.
The dungeon door swung open with a lot of force behind it. "What do you want now?" Hermione asked without looking up.
"I want you to get off your ass and do what was asked of you. If you don't stand up right this second, then I will personally have the pleasure of killing you myself, you worthless Mudblood," snarled the voice of Blaise Zabini.
Hermione glared at him as she slowly stood up. "What is it with you two and calling me a worthless Mudblood? I have a name."
"Because that is all you are and all you ever will be. Now get your ass upstairs and get to work."
Hermione wasn't planning on going anywhere until Blaise pointed his wand at her. She grunted and unwillingly allowed herself to be dragged upstairs. She was thrown into a huge room and the door was shut behind her. Hermione looked at all of the girls that were moving around the room. One of them stopped at the sight of Hermione and approached her cheerfully. "You must be Hermione Granger. I have been told to give you these two items."
The first thing Hermione was handed was a paper with a list that had been made specially for her. The second item Hermione held in front of her with disgust. "I am NOT wearing this skimpy maid's outfit. Look how short this is!"
The young maid frowned. "You will wear it if you know what is good for you. You wouldn't want to upset Mr. Malfoy. I suggest that you also do what is asked of you at all times."
"Why does everyone seem to suggest that I should do what I'm told?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy has a bad temper and you don't want him taking it out on you. Trust me. Just continue to do what you're told until you find a way to escape. Once you see that chance to escape, take it." The maid went back to doing her chores.
'Bad temper? I'll show him a bad temper.'
Hermione walked towards one of the bathrooms with her head hanging. She felt as if she had been sentenced to death and she was now walking to her execution.
She locked the door to the bathroom and slowly changed into the ridiculous outfit she was forced to wear. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew Malfoy was definitely going to pay. She was going to have him locked in Azkaban with the first chance she gets.
Feeling disgusted, she stepped out of the bathroom and began reading her list:
Clean Mr. Malfoy's room
Clean the dungeon
Clean Mr. Malfoy's bathroom
Organize Mr. Malfoy's books
Hermione smiled, an idea forming in her brain. Since she was asked to do so much with Malfoy's belongings, she could take advantage of it by snooping around. She certainly had some questions and desperately wanted answers.
This is the reason that she started with Malfoy's room. She began to pick up the trash to make it seem like she was really cleaning. Upon her searching, a shoe box, hidden under his bed, caused Hermione to stop cleaning. She eased the box out of its hiding place and opened it.
The box contained many trinkets that seemed worthless to Hermione but probably meant something to Malfoy. Among the trinkets was a letter that Hermione opened without a second thought.
I hope you are doing well. Your father and I are sorry that we couldn’t make your birthday. The Dark Lord has sent us on this serious mission that could determine everything. Your father apologizes for hurting you the last time we saw you. You know how his temper is. I can't wait until you are able to go on missions with us. I have to go now but I will write you again soon.
"The funny thing is that my father was never really sorry. My mother was trying to make me feel better. I could see right through her lies. This was also the last thing I ever received from my parents. They were killed before my mother could write another letter." Hermione gasped as she looked at Draco.
'Had he been there the whole time?' Hermione stared at Draco with her mouth hanging open.
Looking into his eyes, Hermione caught a glimpse of the fire and winced when she felt a sharp pain in her head. Draco had slammed her against the wall, holding her up by her shirt. "How dare you snoop through my personal things. You were only asked to clean," Draco snarled. Tears formed in Hermione's eyes as he slammed her against the wall again. "Huh?!" He yelled forcefully.
Draco released Hermione and she fell to the floor, shaking. "Get out," he hissed. Hermione didn't wait for him to say it again. She ran out of the room and began crying. She thought she was dead for sure. That had scared her so bad, that she couldn't stop shaking.
Placing a hand on her head, Hermione realized that she was slightly bleeding. Calling for a house elf to mend her cut, she cried harder. Polly popped in front of Hermione and tended to her head. It wasn't really that bad of a cut, so it was no problem for Polly to fix it.
"Did Polly not tell you that Master had a bad temper?" Polly asked as she finished with Hermione's head.
Hermione couldn't bring herself to answer the little house elf. She was in shock and pain. The only thing that was going through her mind now was that she needed to get out of there. Before she was hurt again, or worse. Killed.