Amadeus and Coal, the death eater who had knocked out Hermione, sat at the dinner table with Draco, Lucius and Narcissa.

"Mr Malfoy... sir... We need a place to crash and we were thinking it would be better to stay here since the mudbloods here too." said Coal munching on chicken like an animal.

"We have three floors now so that shouldn't be a problem. Take the second floor. Which one is it?" he turned to Narcissa.

"The second floor, two doors down, to the right. Next to Draco's." said Narcissa, glancing at her son.

"Why aren't you using the third floor?" asked Draco.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Lucius said coldly.

"It's not full. Father." said Draco, staring at his father, knowing he was going to regret talking back.

"It's empty because we don't want anyone to stay there just yet." Narcissa shot a glance to Lucius.

An awkward silence issued across the table. Lucius stared at his son with hatred not hidden on his face. Narcissa glanced at Coal and Amadeus eating and throwing chicken off of their plate. Draco stared down at his food.

Lucius and Narcissa had finished eating. Draco hadn't touched his food. Amadeus and Coal were onto their third helping. Lucius stood up.

"Draco. Show them their room and I want you to go straight to bed when they're finished eating." Lucius ordered and gestures Narcissa to follow him.

"See you in the morning, son." whispered Narcissa, touching his hair lightly.

They left for their room as Coal and Amadeus started eating again. A room closed from upstairs, signalling Draco's parents were going to sleep. Draco pushed his food away and picked up the plates, dropping them on the counter.

"You take forever to eat." mumbled Draco, watching the men still eating.

They ignored him. Draco leaned against the counter, hoping they would hurry up. They could eat for the whole of Britain. Amadeus leaned back in his chair and burped causing Coal to punch him.

They stood up and bought their plate to the counter. Draco was happy that they didn't eat the plate too. He rolled his eyes and told them to follow him.

"This is your room. If you need anything, don't bother me." said Draco, about to shut the door but Amadeus caught it.

"Wanna play cards?" asked Coal, reaching into his pockets, he pulled out a deck of cards.

"My 'father' wanted us to go to sleep. He won't appreciate you playing cards." Draco just wished they would shut up and let him go.

"Always do what daddy says?" Amadeus asked, "Boy, how old are you?"

"If I don't want to get beaten? Then yes. And I recommend that you do what he says to or he'll kick you out of here. If I was you, I would start running right now." Draco leaned on the doorway and stared straight back at Amadeus, "I'm twenty years old. What are you? Like forty? That's funny, i'm twenty years younger and seem to have more sense than you."

Draco raised his eyebrows, standing up straight. They stated at each other for a while before Amadeus chuckled and patted Draco on the back.

"Maybe you have hope in you after all, boy. You sound like a true slytherin."

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. That basically meant he had no heart and even if he did have a heart, it would be made out of stone. Something he was proud of before he fell in love.

"Go to bed, kid." said Coal, waving him away.

Amadeus closed the door in Draco's face before he could say anything. Draco sighed and made to go to his bedroom. Stairs to his right made him stop in his tracks. He hadn't seen the third floor yet and wondered what could be up there.

Draco looked back to make sure he wasn't being watched. He climbed the stairs and appeared in a similar hallway that was downstairs. Actually it was the same type of hallway. There were two doors.

Draco opened the first door and saw that it was a bathroom, fit with a shower and bath too. He opened the other door and a bed was in the middle with drawers beside it. A huge cupboard was opposite the bed.

Draco walked over to the cupboard and saw that it had mens, womans and kid clothes in there.

"Weird." he muttered to himself.

Although he didn't want to stay too long since it was night time and his father could catch him. It was unlikely his father would come out of his room at night but Draco didn't want to take any chances so he went back to his room.

Draco took his shirt off and changed into some pyjama trousers. He climbed into bed ad willed sleep to take over. For a few minutes he tossed and turned. He kept his eyes shut and Hermione's face filled his vision.

"Urghh!" he moaned, getting up and out of bed.

He couldn't sleep without knowing if she was okay. Grabbing the shirt from the floor, he threw it on and grabbed the duplicated key. Draco slowly opened his door and looked around, hoping no one would catch him.

When he was positive no one was there, he went downstairs, through the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement. He looked into the room to find Hermione. His eyes rested when they found her.

Her back was leaned against the wall and she seemed to be staring at the floor, like she was in deep thought.

"Are you okay?" said Draco, before he could help himself.

Hermione jumped when she heard his voice. She growled as Draco opened the door, as quietly as he could. He slipped into the room and shut the door.

"It's really dark in here." he muttered, looking around.

He noticed that the food and mattress was sitting in it's usual place. The food tray hadn't been touched.

"Are you kidding? You haven't ate anything today?" Draco sighed and angrily ran a hand through his hair.

"Why do you care, Malfoy? Why should it bother you if I don't eat, drink or 'pick a corner' to do my bathroom business? Stupid death eaters." Hermione stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, "Go away."

"You haven't even been to the bathroom?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Erm... Do you see a toilet here that I don't?" Hermione growled, "I'm not peeing on the floor."

Draco stared at her, thinking. They could atleast fit a bathroom in here. Finally, Draco came to a conclusion.

"Listen, I can take you up to my room. You can use the bathroom but you need to promise that you won't shout or make any noise or... you know... try to escape." muttered Draco.

He knew how stupid it sounded. Of course she was going to try to run away. He hoped she wouldn't. His father would murder him if they were caught.

"You would do that?" asked Hermione, losing her angry voice.

"Of course." Draco walked closer to her, "Please, don't make any noise. Give me your word."

"I swear I won't make any noise, just get me to a bathroom." Hermione said.

Draco nodded and told her to follow him. He walked over to the door and grinned to himself as Hermione tip toed, literally, behind him. Unlocking the door, he cringed as the lock clicked. They walked through the kitchen and the hallway and up the stairs.

Draco prayed no one would hear them. He held his breath and grabbed Hermione's hand. She glared at him but he ignored her and pulled her to his room. He let out a breath as he closed his room door.

"You don't have to hold my hand, I'm perfectly capable of walking by myself." said Hermione.

"Shh! My bathroom is that door over there. Take your time and... don't flush away any toilet messages." said Draco, collapsing on his bed.

"How would I flush away-"

"It was a joke."

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes muttering something under her breath. She went into the bathroom and Draco waited. He began to grow increasingly nervous as the minutes ticked by.

"Hermione, will you hurry up?" hissed Draco, standing by the bathroom door.

"Um... yeah, two seconds," Hermione's small voice sounded behind the thick door.

Draco paced the length of the room, deep in thought. Finally, Hermione came out of the bathroom.

"Thanks for this, Malfoy, I really appreciate it," she said, walking closer to him.

"No problem at all," said Draco, he looked down for a second and said, "I meant what I said at the war. Hermione, I love you."

Hermione sighed and narrowed her eyes. She shook her head and sat on his bed. Draco sat next to her.

"How do I know that you truly mean that and you're not just setting me up again?" whispered Hermione, playing with her fingers, "I want you to let me go, Malfoy."

"I can't do that... I wish I hadn't come back. This would never have happened... I love you, Hermione, please forgive me?" asked Draco.

"You don't love me. You only think that you're in love with me." muttered Hermione.

Draco shook his head. He knew, one hundred percent positive, that he loved Hermione Granger. He wished she would just believe him.

"I love you so much and I need you to trust me," said Draco, moving closer to her.

"I already said I don't trust you so-"

"Hermione. Please. Trust me. I will get you out of here even if it kills me. My father will murder me if I let you go so soon. I need to think of some way to make it seem like you escaped but I will help you leave this place. I love you." said Draco, taking her hand, "Believe me, I do."