Death Wish - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Drip...Drip...Drip...
Hermione stared blankly at the opening of her cell. Her arms had long since fell asleep in their position, tied tightly against the wall above her head, the blood long stopped circulating from within leaving her with a slight stinging sensation that disappeared with the numbness.
She had no sense of time, except for the small window that allowed her just a bit to tell her that the sun had set and it was now night. It had been a rough few hours and she didn't dare try to fall asleep, worried about what would become of her if she did.
She wondered for how long did they plan to keep her here. She hadn't seen D-Malfoy since earlier that day and despite knowing of the rough condition she was in, she wondered if he would come back.
She dwelled on these thoughts and thoughts of how she had come to find herself inside the cell in the first place, when the sound of metal clanking against the floor made itself present loudly, near her cell. Hermione glanced up at the sound of her cell door opening and driectly into Draco's heavy eyes.
Once again, he wore a floor length tattered nightshirt, chains clanking around his ankle and a tray was clutched in his bandaged hands. "I brought your dinner and your medicine."
He set down his tray to unlock her arms from their prison and gently lifted her by her waist. He was careful of her wounds and helped her onto the spare gray cot in the darkest corner of the room. Hermione bit her lip as the bandages around her chest and back were removed and she would finally get to see damage that was done to her, but the brunette didn't have the energy to lift her head to do so and released a startled squeak when she realized she couldn't move her body at all.
"W-Why," She managed to ask.
"The nature of your injuries is better left unknown to you for now." came the tired response and Hermione couldn't bring herself to argue with him and so remained quiet as Draco fumbled about his tray.
"Brace yourself Granger, this may hurt a bit." She didn't bother to ask just exactly what would hurt and clentched her teeth together, using what little feeling that had returned in her hands to tighten her hold on the cot as he leaned over her.
Hot. Stabbing. Burning. Pain was what attacked her body and all at once. Hermione screamed, tears leaking down her face. It lasted only a few minutes and her bandages were reapplied, yet Hermione had yet to cease her screaming or loosen her hold on the cot.
"G-Granger, Hermione, relax." Draco told her, gripping onto her shoulders gently as not to agitate her injuries. She stopped screaming and all but threw herself into his frail chest and on his lap, crying hysterically while he stroked her messy hair.
They stayed in that position until she calmed and eased herself back onto the cot. Draco ignored her as he fixed the food on his tray. "Malfoy, no. Draco," She said, waiting until he turned around with her tray to finish her sentence. "-thankyou."
He handed her a plate of bread and a potato and a cup of water as she suffered another coughing fit before eating. They said nothing, the noise of plastic eating utensils the only thing keeping the cell from becoming completely silent, that and the sound of heavy footsteps making themselves known and they stared at the opening of the cell.
Two burly men looked back at them."He's in here, Bob. Come with us." said the taller of the two men. Draco pondered this for a moment, go with these men and possibly meet the person who brought them both here or stay there and be physically forced to move, he didn't have long to think about it.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day." Draco held his tongue, exited the cell, keeping his head down as they went. He watched his bare feet drag along the rough crushed rock that paved the prison walkway. His master had called for his head captive to be brought to his room and Draco had a sick thought as to what it was about.
"Stop." He looked up as they came to a stop at the end of a large deeply carpeted hallway, a large brown door was in front of him. The guard unlocked the door, and they stepped inside the sparcely decorate room. A bed, desk, closet and a lamp were the only things in the room. That is until he took a look at the small glass window, beside it, a back was turned to him.
"Boss, we brought him."
"That will be all. Leave." They bowed low and backed out of the room, the door slamming shut with a thunderous crack, leaving him along with the mysterious person. He was wearing a black cloak and held a glass of what looked to be red wine in his hands.
The man turned around, his face still hidden. Draco watched him carefully, he didn't look dangerous but Draco made that mistake in judgement before, in fact that mistake was what got him into this mess in the first place.
To be continued...
Authors Note: I'm sorry for taking so long with updating this story, but still I hope someone enjoys this.