"Well, fuck, Hermione. If you think you can get me out, feel free to try. But I won’t hold my breath that you’ll succeed. Potter seems rather insistent on keeping me locked up down here, and no one else in the Order has any reason to make my life more pleasant. In fact, I’d wager they want to make me as miserable as possible." Draco shrugged flippantly. "They hate me. Why would they want to treat me with any dignity or respect at all?"