“Well, are you going to talk or what? I’d rather spend my time in my cell than sit here with you.” 

“Um…yes, actually, I’m ready.” I looked at him for a sign to go on but he just stared.

“Ok…you do understand what I’m here for, do you not?”

Only a stare.  

“The disappearance of Hermione Granger was sudden and unexpected to the Ministry. She is a great asset to us because of her close relationship with Harry Potter. Because she has gone without a trace, the Ministry has decided to start an investigation. We want to know where she is and if she is still alive. That is where you come in. You were her last rumored…shall we say…‘love interest.’ We thought you would be able to help us with our search for Miss Granger.” 

“I haven’t a clue where she is. I’ve been here since before she disappeared.” 

“Yes, we know this, but we also know that you also have connections with the Dark Lord. If you have heard from him or your fellow Death Eaters, then maybe you too will have heard from Hermione.” 

“I AM NOT A DEATH EATER! I was once, when I was an idiot, but that was a long time ago. I will never go back to that group of stupid swines.”

“Please, I am only going by what your record tells me. Let’s go back to beginning, shall we? When did you first meet Hermione Granger?” 

“You should know this, you ass. We met at Hogwarts.” 

“And how did you feel about her then?”  

“I thought she was a know-it-all, conceited, arrogant, intelligent, and beautiful girl. Then I found out she was a mudblood. My thoughts changed after that.” 

“Well, we all know your…uh…history as a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Let’s skip to the important part. When did you first get to know Miss Granger in the way you do now?”

His silver gray eyes filled with hatred, and he shot this hatred directly into my eyes. I knew how difficult it was for him, but I needed to go on to acquire what I came for. Unexpectedly, he began his tale, not aware of any pain he had been feeling.