Here is just a little one-shot that's been on my mind for a while.

"Take them down to the cellar, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them-yet."

Draco silently watched the werewolf's back as he took his fellow classmates into his house cellar.

Narcissa turned towards her son. "Draco, go upstairs to your room."

"No," Bellatrix said sharply as she looked down at Hermione, who was on the floor. "He needs to watch this. It'll be good for him."

And before Narcissa could retort, Bellatrix pointed her wand straight at Hermione and screeched, "Crucio!"

For a brief second, Draco met Hermione's eyes before she closed them and started screaming in pain, so he saw the fear in them. He quickly looked away, not bearing to see the agony etched into Hermione's features, even if she was a Mudblood.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Bellatrix crackled. "Feeling a bit a sentiment for the Mudblood?"

"Bella!" Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her oldest sister. "You will not speak to Draco in that way."

Bellatrix did not answer, instead aiming her irritation with her youngest sister at Hermione. As she started screaming again, Draco drifted off to the chair next to his father, facing away from Hermione and his aunt, but nothing could block the screams that were still bouncing off the walls.

"It's not easy, is it?" Lucius whispered to his son, but Draco did not meet his father's eyes.

"I remember the first time I had to witness a classmate be tortured," Lucius continued, looking blankly at Hermione, who was writhing in pain. "Sure, we night have seen them in pain before, even may have caused it sometimes, but it's nothing compared to watching them being tortured,"

Draco was silent, not wanting to admit how every time he heard Hermione scream he felt a twinge of guilt, growing larger with every cry of pain.

"A copy?" Draco hear his aunt screech. "Oh, a likely story!"

"But we can find out easily!" Lucius spoke up. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"

Draco almost stayed seated, almost told his father no, he would not go fetch the goblin and see the faces of his imprisoned classmates. However, the fear that he thought he would have gotten used to feeling danced in his stomach, making him stand up to go do what the Malfoy name called his to do, and that was to serve Voldemort, and life up to his pureblood name.

I would like to think that Draco wanted to help his classmates, deep down. What do you think?