A/N - This is the sequel to a story called 'Tutoring A Malfoy' so please read that first or else it'll just get spoiled and we don't want that happening ;)

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The rain hit the Malfoy manor with a tremendous thud that made everything inside tremor. The windows creaked as the rain pounded against it as though in an ongoing effort to break in and flood them all out. From downstairs he could hear a door bang shut, someone had obviously forgotten to close the window then. The clouds outside were a midnight black and there was no moon to be seen by the naked eye. Draco guessed it was nearly ten o'clock which meant someone was probably coming up with food any second now.

He grimaced, sitting in the darkened room all by himself. It had been four painfully long months since he had seen anything other than the outside of this room or the conjoined bathroom. The only thing in the room was a bed which he sat on all day, drawing, reading, hurting, and a side table. They didn't trust him with any other furniture in case he tried to break out or hurt himself, or someone else, with anything he found.

So there was no furniture but he had explicitly asked for a notepad and some pens which his mother had provided him without hesitation. His father had tried to take it away, shouting that his only son didn't deserve anything because he was in love with a 'mudblood'. Draco had ignored him, he had fought to keep the notepad, and it had cost him a lot, and now he never let it out of sight.

'Draco?' the bolts on the door loosened and it creaked open. He looked up as a girl walked in, balancing a tray of food on one hand and closing the door behind her.

Draco looked back down at his notepad, hoping she would just leave. He knew from previous experiences that she didn't like to leave him here alone, she would sit next to him and try to talk. She took every chance she could to come and talk to him. She was a beautiful nineteen year old girl that he knew nothing about. She had short, wavy brown hair that she liked to pin back with bobby pins, her eyes were a light shade of blue that he supposed probably dazzled in the sun.

'Your mother told me you liked to eat apple pie,' she started, putting the tray in front of him. He glanced at it briefly. There was a chicken sandwich, a slice of apple pie, a green apple and a bottle of water for him. He reached forwards, took the water and apple, and then he looked back to his notepad. The girl said, 'I made the apple pie for you...'

'Not hungry,' he said, his voice was deep since he hadn't used it all day or the day before. He coughed a little, knowing she was staring at his arm, and rearranged his sleeve so that she wouldn't see anything.

'Do you even remember my name?' she asked suddenly, shaking her head. Draco looked up as a piece of her hair came loose from her bobby pin. The expression on his face hardly changed but she knew that he couldn't remember her name at all. She sighed, 'I've been bringing you food for three months but you've barely said two words to me.'

'Well,' Draco put down the pen he was drawing with and held up the green apple she had bought for him, 'thank you for this.'

'Wow, so you do speak,' she said, cocking an eyebrow and smiling a little at the sound of his voice. She held out a hand, 'Eva, by the way.'

He glanced at her hand but didn't shake it. Draco could tell that she felt a sort of connection between the two of them and that she wanted their relationship, even though she had talked to her and he had ignored her wasn't really a relationship, to go a little further. Eva had unmistakeable feelings for Draco.

Draco looked down at his at his drawing again, ignoring the hand that slowly pulled away from him. He picked up a brown pencil and started to shade in the girl's hair that he was drawing. Eva watched him, frowning as she saw the drawing. For three months she had watched him sketch pictures of the same girl with the same curly brown hair and the same brown eyes. She didn't know that the girl he drew was Hermione Granger. She didn't know that Draco was in love with Hermione or the reason why he was locked up in this room.

'You're from France,' Draco said quietly, never looking up at her. Eva's eyes brightened at the sound of his voice again. She wished he always talked since his voice was a rough sort of sexy that she hadn't heard from any other man before. It was utterly unique.

'Yes, I'm from France,' she nodded. Her voice had a French hint to it but it wasn't as obvious now that she lived with the Malfoy's. Eva looked down at the drawing of the girl and told him everything, 'I lived with my parents in France when I was younger but they died a couple of months back. I... I was living on the streets when I got kidnapped by these hooded men and was bought here. I had no idea where I was and everyone was talking about a war. Your father, he... he told me I had to work for him. I didn't have anywhere else to go so I accepted but... they are such bad people, Draco.'

Draco looked up at her, once again his face wore the same expression. His hand stopped shading as he looked towards the window when the wind struck against it. Eva watched his eyes darken slightly as the silence gradually got longer.

'I know most of these people are your family but they are horrible people. They kill... torture... they keep you in here. They don't tell me anything about this war going on and whenever they had meetings, I'm locked into my room and the only thing I hear afterwards is about the Dark Lord,' she shook her head, a tear escaping from her eyes. She hadn't talked to anyone like she was talking to Draco now.

Draco kept the apple and bottle of water on the side table where his books were. He moved his notepad and pencils to the table too so that the bed was empty save the two of them and a tray of food that was not going to be eaten by Draco. She was still crying, trying to wipe away her tears before others came cascading down. Draco stared at her with sympathy.

'Run,' he suggested, glancing at the notepad that he had closed over.

'I wouldn't know where to go,' Eva said, looking up at him as her tears slowly started to stop. She wiped under her eyes and sighed impatiently as she realised that her eyeliner had smudged. Draco watched her clean the space under her eyes as she chuckled without humour, 'you probably think I'm an idiot.'

'You remind me of her,' Draco said quietly, looking down at the sheets on his bed as she looked at him with big eyes, 'she has... had longer hair and brown eyes. She was beautiful, you know, and I...'

Eva watched as Draco shook his head, unable to complete the sentence. He wasn't crying or mourning or even looking upset. He was hurting deep inside, she could tell since he kept rubbing on his hands as though they were stained with her blood. Eva moved the tray off the bed and moved closer to him, hoping to comfort him. Draco didn't notice as she sat beside him until she took his hand in hers.

'Did you love her?' she asked softly. Draco turned to look at her and she blushed beneath his gaze, feeling him move his hand out of hers. He reached over and took the notepad off his desk before holding it near his heart.

'Leave,' Draco said, thinking about Hermione and only her.

Without another word, Eva stood up and got the tray of food before walking to the door. She felt so embarrassed by making a move on him while he was so upset. Draco watched her go, his eyes scanned her whole body. She was quite pretty and he hadn't been with anyone for more than a half year now...

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The next day he could hear them loud and clear but something was different this time.

Screams full of pain floated up from the room he could barely remember downstairs. The chanting of 'mudblood' struck his ears again and again like when the clock strikes twelve and midnight dominates. He heard it often enough to know that it was just another person down there and that he shouldn't worry about them, they meant nothing to him. He told himself that every time.

But he worried until his throat was dry and his heart was clenched.

It hurt him to know that someone down there was getting the Crucio spell thrust upon them, that they would be carved into with a knife just like a turkey, that they would be made to give up secrets and give up their family. That he would hear those two dreadful words that made him want to scream or run or, most of all, change places with that 'mudblood' being tortured.

Avada Kedavra.

He heard the words so many times a day that he sat in the same darkened room, repeating the words and the screams that suddenly cut out as though a CD had been stopped in the middle. He wished more than anything that his life was the next one to be cut off right in the middle, that they would finally kill him and end this misery he was suffering through. He was barely living, it seemed like a chore to breath.

Draco listened, unable to stop even if he could, to Bellatrix shouting something about a sword and then the screams erupted once more. He clamped his hands over his ears. The screams from the girl downstairs hurt him more than listening to anyone else scream but he didn't know why. He didn't know much about why his moods were like this now or why he was still allowed to breathe when he should have been killed the night he lost her.

The sounds of people being tortured hurt him but there was something about these screams that made him want to end his life right there. He couldn't bear to hear them.

The shrieks finally cut out and he waited with expectation to hear those two dreadful words being said so that all this could finally be over. The screaming girl would be dead but he would be alive... he would be breathing air that he didn't deserve. There were shouts of spells coming from downstairs and he knew that duels were breaking out all over the place, it had happened before, but at least he didn't have to hear the screaming anymore.

'Granger... Granger... Granger...' he chanted, moving about to find the one thing he was allowed to have.

Draco's hands found the notepad that he held to his heart, anxious every time he looked for it and couldn't find it within the second. Pens and pencils of different colours lay about him but he clutched the notepad to him as though he would never let it part him. He closed his eyes, imagining her face.

The brown curls that descended in perfect spirals all the way down to just under her shoulders, her light brown eyes that looked at him as though he was the only one she could ever want, her red and full lips that he had the courtesy of kissing and still didn't ever forget it, her touch which caused a spark between them. She was dead. He remembered her lying there with the blood surging out of her and her pulse that was non existent... she was dead and he didn't stop it from happening.

There was an ultimate crash downstairs closely followed by an insane, high pitched scream from Bellatrix and the words, 'you stupid elf! You could have killed me!'

Draco frowned as he heard a sudden 'crack' that indicated someone had disapparated. From the shrill shrieks that came from Bellatrix he supposed that the girl who had been screaming had disapparated with the elf... he hoped she had. Draco coloured in Hermione's hair with his brown pencil, not knowing that he was in the same house as her only seconds before.

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A/N - Okay, so this is the first chapter and I really hope you like it. I'm very nervous about writing this because I know from my other stories that my sequels suck compared to the original haha.

I had an idea about this sequel and it involved Draco being utterly crazy (I've actually wrote crazy Draco and it's so sad omg:( ) but I decided not to use it because it kind of led to another area that I don't think people would be happy reading about. 

So 'Eva' is completely made up and this sequel will be very surprising but I JUST HOPE YOU LIKE IT. omg.