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Hermione's heels made an aggravatingly loud clicking sound in the long hallway of the prison as she followed a short, heavy set jailer to her first patient, prisoner #0421. She was already nervous enough as it was, there was no need to feel self conscious as well. She hoped the detainee that had been assigned her was reasonable and mild mannered. Although she really doubted it since most of the prisoners in this jail were incarcerated right after the war, meaning most of them were death eaters and needless to say, muggle haters as well. Yet as she looked around the dingy, badly lit, grimy prison, she couldn't help but feel pity for its miserable residents. Hermione hoped that during her time here, she could make a positive impact in the life of her patient and help him somewhat on to the road of redemption. But even she had to admit to herself that those were high hopes and she would be lucky to even get the prisoner to act agreeably. To actually get him to like and trust her enough to talk honestly with her would be deserving of a trophy.
Hermione sighed, this walk was taking very long, "How far to go?" She asked as politely as she could.
The jailer wiped some sweat off his brow with the back of his hand before answering her in a wheezing voice, "Almost there Miss. We had to put this fella away from the others because he kept riling them up."
Was he trying to scare her? She had a sudden urge to turn around and walk away from all this. Who knew what kind of crazy psychopath she would wind up with? But before she had time to think any more about it, the stout jailer made an abrupt stop, almost causing her to bump into him.
"Here we are Miss," he stated as she unlocked a wooden door leading into a small filthy room with a low ceiling. Her prisoner was behind bars and in front of the jail cell was an uncomfortable looking wooden chair, for her no doubt.
The jailer rattled the bars of cell and called out in a disgusted voice, "Come and show your face, you have a visitor. I expect you to treat her with as much respect as you possibly can, otherwise it's the isolation room for you." He finished with a cackle as though he liked the idea so much, he might just put the prisoner in there for his own amusement.
With that, he turned toward Hermione and said, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside."
Hermione gaped at him. Wasn't he going to say in here with her? She shook her head and turned her attention toward the jail cell in anticipation.
She swallowed, "Hi, my name is …"
She didn't get a chance to finish before a familiar, deep voice haughtily stated, "I know who you are Granger. What I want to know is what you're doing here? Come to take pleasure in my squalor?"
Hermione was taken aback by his rude tone as well the familiarity of his voice. She just couldn't place it. If only he would come out from behind the shadows so she could see his face.
Hermione cleared her throat, "Of course not. I'm only here as your psychologist, to evaluate you and help you with any emotional problems. Would you be so kind as to show your face so that we can begin?"
Her breath hitched when the tall prisoner emerged from behind his dark veil. She couldn't believe it. Out of all the prisoners here, it was Malfoy that was sneering down at her. She felt extremely uncomfortable in his gaze as he assessed her with an unreadable expression on his face. She couldn't help but stare at his appearance as well. His silver blonde hair was disheveled and sweaty. He looked worse for the wear, emaciated and filthy. She pitied him right there and then, knowing it was probably very difficult for him to accept the circumstances that he was in. He was out of his element, Malfoy was no longer the affluent person he was before while they were in school but a wretched criminal.
"Don't look at me like that Mudblood. I'm still better than you, so don't look at me like that," Malfoy snarled at her.
Hermione frowned, "Listen, I didn't come to fight with you. Sooner we begin, the sooner it will be over."
She waited to see if he would respond. When he just continued to stare she continued on with more confidence, "First off, you will address me as Dr. Granger and will show me more respect or else I will let the guard know about your disrespectful conduct."
Malfoy only rolled his eyes and muttered, "Yeah sure, let's get this thing over and done with then."
Hermione allowed herself a small smile and made her way over to the wooden chair to sit down. As she did so, her pencil skirt rode up a little, and this small action did not go unnoticed by Malfoy.
"Who knew bookworm Granger had such a nice pair of legs," Malfoy said with a smirk, causing Hermione to blush and shift in her seat. This wasn't going to be easy.
"This session is about my legs, it's about you. Let's just proceed and see how many mental problems I can diagnose you with. I'll ask some questions and you answer them, got it?" Hermione shot back with a glare. This only made Malfoy's smirk grow wider.
"What if I don't want to answer your insipid questions?" Draco asked.
"Alright, I expected that. How about, for every question I ask, you get to ask one as well? But you have to be honest." Hermione replied.
Draco pretended to think about it. But he already knew what his answer was. Although it was hard to admit, he liked her idea. Staring her right in the eye, he said, "Hit me."
Hermione licked her dry lips and proceeded with her first question, "How long have you been in here for?"
"Three years. My turn. Did you know I was going to be assigned to you?"
"No, they just said prisoner #0421. How do you feel about being in here?"
"Fucking terrific, always dreamed of this. What kind of stupid question is that? Never mind. How do you feel about me being assigned to you?"
"I was hoping for a stranger honestly. But I guess picking your brain will be fun as well," Hermione allowed herself the small joke before asking her next question, "I want you to explain your feelings about this prison in depth. Don't be afraid to get emotional."
His eyebrows rose at that, "It's horrible. If Malfoys' cried, I'd be sobbing right now. It's always fucking dark. No one to talk to. They don't give you enough to eat, and if you think the isolation room is the worst they got, well then you're misinformed. At times, I feel I should have just killed myself while I had the chance," Malfoy scowled and shook his head before staring back at her, "Where do you live?"
"London," Hermione answered truthfully feeling she owed him that much after his own lengthy response. She also didn't think it mattered all that much since he was behind bars. But the look he gave her after she gave her answer made her second guess herself.
"Why do you care where I live?"
"I'd like to visit you once I get out."
"Luckily for me, that won't be too soon."
"Oh Granger's picky. Am I not good enough for you?" snarled Malfoy viciously.
No, that's not what I meant. I just… let's just focus on the session," Hermione managed to sputter. Why was he so defensive? Being imprisoned must have really been a blow to his ego, a real humbling experience. Reminding her that he probably had an inferiority complex, she continued on with her questioning.
"Do you feel that you shouldn't be in here?"
"Do you think I should?" Malfoy countered with a glare.
"Well, you did let Death Eaters into Hogwarts, planned to kill Dumbledore, and injured several students. Not to mention you bare the dark mark, making you a Death Eater yourself. So if I'm honest, Yes, I do think you deserve what you got." Hermione stated sardonically.
Malfoy scowled at her, "Still such a little know it all. I was sixteen. You think I liked planning someone's death, think it was fun? I had to you stupid bitch. The Dark Lord was going to kill my parents. I was fucking sixteen. You think I like this ugly mark blemishing my skin, a constant reminder of my parents' mistake? Do you really think I liked being subservient to an obvious maniac?"
I guess I never really thought of it like that," Stuttered Hermione. She really hadn't expected an answer like that.
"Of course not."
"How about muggles? Do you still think you're better than them?"
"Of course I do. I just didn't think killing them was the solution. Perhaps making them indentured servants would've been a better plan. You'd make a good little maid" Sneered Draco.
For the second time that day he made her blush scarlet. Her evident color only made her feel more embarrassed. Well it was safe to note that he was still self righteous. Before she could answer back he spoke again.
"It's my turn Granger. Are you still going out with Weasel?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Oh come on. I answered all you're imbecilic questions. You're no fair," whined Draco.
She couldn't help but smile at that. He gazed at her with an unreadable expression on his face. She coughed nervously in her hand before she answered, "No, we broke up soon after the war was over. We're still friends."
Hermione could have sworn she saw him smile at her answer but his face turned stoic before she could call him on it, "What about hero Potter and the little Weasel?"
"Harry and Ginny are happily married."
"Jealous?" Malfoy asked innocently.
"No" Hermione responded fiercely scowling.
"You sure?" Malfoy snickered.
"Positive. Alright, well I think that's going to be it for our session today," she said curtly and made to get up.
"Wait, that's it? That's the whole evaluation?" he asked hurriedly grabbing the cell bars.
"Not at all. I'm not finished with you yet, Mr. Malfoy," She smiled, "I'll be coming back tomorrow. We will continue this for a couple of weeks with me coming in about three times a week."
Looking somewhat relieved, Malfoy just mumbled, "That's too much Mudblood for me."
Hermione's smile vanished, only to be replaced by a frown, "Maybe I won't come tomorrow." With that she got up and stalked out of the room before he had a chance to respond.
Damn that stupid Mudblood. All he could think about was her next visit. It had been so long since he'd had an actual conversation with someone, although this was more like a questionnaire. It didn't matter though, as long as she relieved some of the loneliness he felt. It wasn't even as embarrassing as he thought it would be either. When she first came in, with all that pity in her eyes, he hated her. But then she opened her mouth and he couldn't stay mad. After listening to nothing but the gruff voices of the guards and wailing of the prisoners, her voice was like music to his ears. He also couldn't lie that her appearance was rather attractive; she had grown into herself. With her visit, Granger brought a little piece of freedom to him. Who knew that a Mudblood could be so useful? Now all he hoped for was that she hadn't been too offended and would return tomorrow. He shouldn't have appeared so haughty but it was better than looking needy in front of her. He'd lost a lot after the war, but he still had his dignity intact.
Thank you for reading my first chapter. This is my first story so please review. I'm not afraid of criticism.