Here is another chapter for you guys! Sorry if the past chapters aren't as good as the others... JUST A HEADS UP: there will be about 3 or 4 more chapters left after this one!

Crabbe, Goyle and I were throwing glances back and the Trio and Hagrid, laughing to make it seem like we were talking about them. We stood at the doors inside the castle listening to their conversation. The big oaf, Hagrid was crying about the bloody bird thing that tried to kill me. It deserves to be killed, if you ask me! Once Potty, Weasel and Mudblood got to the top of the steps, I laughed.

"Look at him blubber! Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" I said. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!" Weasel and Scar-head started towards me, but Granger made an unexpected move. SMACK!

She slapped me on the face! "Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul, you evil-"

"Hermione!" The ginger interrupted her and grabbed her. I rubbed my cheek thinking that it would reduce the pain. It didn't.

"Get off, Ron!" She demanded. She pulled out her wand and I stepped backward, my heart skipping a beat.

"C'mon." I muttered to Crabbe and Goyle and I led them back to the dungeons. "What a lunatic, that mudblood is! I'll get her for that. She's going to get it."

"Um… Draco, don't you think Hagrid is going through a tough time?" Crabbe thought.

"What? Are you an idiot? That creature tried to kill me! That should teach that pathetic giant to teach us reasonable things!" I spat at Crabbe. "You need to start thinking straight. I've no idea what's going in that empty head of yours."

Draco woke up in a tiny cell. He felt a warm liquid coming from his scalp to his nose and it dripped to the floor. He touched it and saw that it was blood. He looked around the empty cell and saw nothing but darkness. He heard the cell door open and a masked man stepped in and closed the door behind him making a creaking sound while holding a whip in his hands.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." He could hear the evil smirk behind the mask that came from the deep voice. The Death Eater stepped closer to Draco and used his wand to stand him up. "Remove your shirt." He demanded. Draco hesitated for a moment and did as he was told. "Turn around." Draco slowly turned his back to the Death Eater. He felt a stinging, burning, excruciating pain on his cold back. He didn't allow himself to let any sound come out. He hissed at the pain and threw his hands up to the wall to support himself. Another hit came aiming at his upper back and he felt mounds of blood rushing down his back. Another hit, and another until his back was all covered in blood and stinging.

Draco fell to his knees, but the Death Eater grabbed him by the hair and chained his hands together. "Come with me, Draco." Draco grunted in pain as the Death Eater pulled his hair as a signal for him to follow. Draco could barely even walk by the pain in his back.

They reached another cell where Draco heard high-pitched screaming. "I thought you might like watching her get tortured." Said the man. He threw Draco in the cell and he landed in between Hermione and Bellatrix.

"D-Draco. Please. H-help." Hermione pleaded.

"SHUT UP YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD! CRUCIO!" Bellatrix was cackling at Hermione's squirming and screaming.

"STOP!" Draco managed to yell. "Stop! Stop hurting her!" Bellatrix frowned and looked down at Draco.

"Ok! I'll torture you!" She said excitedly. She pointed her wand at him. "CRUCIO!" Daggers were going through his blood filled back and monsters were tearing his limbs from his body and his feet were being dipped in molten lava. The curse lifted and he was panting. What happened to her?

"I'll be back! I'm a bit thirsty… Stay!" She patted Draco's head skipped off.

"Draco… Draco, are you ok?" Hermione breathed out. She stared at his blood covered back and tears were stinging down her face. "I'm so sorry…" She whispered. "This… this is all my fault. I'm sorry-"

"Stop saying sorry." Draco panted. "It's not your fault. I didn't want you to die. It was my choice to either see you die with my own eyes or get myself killed! I can't stand the thought of your death, Hermione!"

"When will you stop doing that?" Hermione screamed out. "When will you stop taking blame for everything? When will you learn that this isn't a game, Draco? This is real! People are dying! It's not because of you, Draco! Please, just stop it! This is my fault! Put that in your brain! It's not yours! It's my fault that-"

Hermione's voice got interrupted and she started screaming. Draco turned his head and saw Bellatrix was back with her wand pointed at Hermione's chest. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I interrupt something?" She bust out in laughter and Hermione fell to the ground, unconscious. "No, no! This is too good! This is-" she interrupted herself with her laughter. "You, Draco Malfoy, you make me laugh! Oh, god! I don't think I've laughed like this in ages! You're such a little bastard, now aren't you? Are you stupid? Is there something wrong with you? Oh, forget it. You're just a useless little boy. No one needs you. OOH!" She squealed excitedly. "Now that I think about it… I've got a brilliant idea! Oh, you're going to love it! Well, actually you're going to hate it... but I love it! I think you should be the one to kill this mudblood, don't you agree?"