Imprisoned

What happens if Hermione never escaped that night at the Manor?
Instead, she is thrown into the dungeons.
Her friends had left her.
Her only company are her own thoughts and Draco Malfoy, who convinced the Dark Lord to
spare her.
But at what cost to her?
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He withdrew his wand from his robes as he closed the remaining distance to Hermione. His
black dragon skin shoes came into her view and she slowly raised her eyes to look at him. He
towered over her, draped in black robes. The light was behind his head, creating a halo with
his blonde hair.
Was this how she was going to die?
At the hands of Draco fucking Malfoy?
His grey eyes bored into hers as he leveled his wand on her chest. Her vision swam with tears
that threatened to spill down her cheeks as she silently pleaded with him.
Draco's expression hardened as the first tear slid down her cheek.
If she hadn’t been looking at his face, she would have missed his words that barely carried to
her ears, “I’m sorry, Granger.”