I didn't say anything after that, just stared blankly into the flames untill I heard him shift behind me.
"I know you don't care, but I want to hurt him. I want to make him feel the same pain I am. I want him to feel as betrayed as I am"
"Follow me Granger" I followed him out the library, up the stairs then into a room 5 doors down on the right.
There was a large 4 poster king sized bed fitted with black silk sheets in the middle, a small drink stand next to it, 2 doors which led to a walk in wardrobe and a bathroom, then awork desc in the corner. The walls were painted a dark green and the floor black marble.
"Wait here and don't move, I'll get you some clothes then you can bathe and change out of those filthy rags." I nodded, then the door clicked shut behind me. I looked to the photo's that lined the fire place, ones of him and his parents, some of him playing quiditch. The door clicked open again and he was infrint of me, a sneer etched on his face. "The bathrooms that door," he pointed to the door on the left, then placed the clothes in my arms. "Dont take too long mudblood"
"The more you call me mudblood, the more affectionate it becomes" I turned my back on him and made my way into the large bathroom. I locked the door behind me, locking it with magic as well just incase. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror, disgusted by what i may find. The tub filled magically by itself, then I slowly removed my clothes taking in the scratch marks across my hips for the first time. I couldn't be bothered to heal them, they would be gone in a few days anyway.
Reluctantly I stepped into the tub, my entire body protesting against the pain. I looked up to find a soap bar, not caring for the scent just as long as it got his scent of me. I scrubbed and scrubbed at my skin untill it turned stop sign red. Tears finally made their way down my face freely, not caring enough to stop them. I brushed through my hair with my hands, before I noticed a razor on the sink side. I was confused for a moment as to why the famous Malfoy heir would use muggle methods for shaving and not magic, but the thought left as quick as it came. Before I even knew what I was doing I had swipped for the razor and run it across my leg, once, twice, three times untill the blood dripped into the water. I cleaned the razor and placed it back on the side, waiting for the blood to stop before stepling out the tup, the water leaving magically.
Two neat black towels apperead on the the sink where the razir was, so I folded one around me and the other in my hair. I soon changed my mind and placed the one in my hair over the mirror instead.
I looked through the clothes he handed me, black jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I threw the clothes on, tucking the tshirt into the band of my jeans before getting ny wand and muttering "incendio" at the clothes I wore on the way here. Once I was sure they were gone I run my hands through my hair one last time before unlocking the door and walking into the room. Malfoy was sat at his desc, doing reading a leather bound book.
"So Granger, tell me the information I need to know" his voice was cold, but his sneer was gone.
"They are hiding Harry at the Burrow, and they are looking for horcruxes." I walked over to the fire once more, looking into the flames again hoping they would soothe my nerves "They transpoted him there yesterday after the hogwarts train, from number 4 privet dirve. They're using Grimauld place as a hide away for the Order of the Phoenix. But for the time being they're at the Burrow."
"And how do you plan on me telling my parents this? You realise i can't just stop by and say 'oh hi mother, father, just to let you know the Orders gathering horcruxes'" I took a deeo breathe, ignoring his sarcasm.
"Take me to see them with you. Say you persuaded me to confess. Then Ill tell them whats happening"
"And then what? They'll expect you to run back to the order, tell them everything."
"Well I'd like to hear your plan, I doubt it's any better than mine"
"Fine, you really are a know-it-all aren't you mudblood" this time the words did hurt, the same words that Ron called me. No, Hermoine, don't think about that. "But we wont tell them tonight, it's too late."
"So what do you want me to do? I can hardly stay up all night waiting" he sneered at me again.
"You'll sleep on the floor, where you belong" I turned around to protest, but decided against it "Ill summon you a blanket and pillow, I can't trust you not to run away so you'll have to stay in here"
"Its not like i have anywhere to go, is it? Idiot" He waved his wand, and a small blanket and pillow apperead on the floor. I picked them up and pved them into the corner, as far away from his bed as possible. I curled up in a ball, making sure to keep my wand in my hand for protection. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, but i stayed on the floor anyway, tears tickling down my cheeks as i thought back to Ron. I was such an idiot, I should have kept my wand with me. I started shaking as sobs racked over my body, but Malfoy simply ignored me and went back to his book. I could do nothing but lay and hope sleeo would envelop me, and that it was dreamless when it did. And eventually it did, but it was far from dreamless.