She knew the voice... very well. Rolling her eyes because she should have known that he would be the one to find her, Hermione tried to sit up to stare Draco Malfoy in the face. When it became clear that she was indeed in great danger of ruining his rug with the remnants of her greasy meal, she stopped all attempts to move. Closing her eyes, she willed the room to cease its spinning. Her kidnapper didn't say another word. Only stomped away to another room to open a cupboard before stomping back.