Draco and Blaise had been drinking soups and sleeping for three days since the escape of the girls. When Draco finally had the strength to actually sit up in bed, he pulled the diary he had under his pillow and looked at it. It had not gotten warm even once. He knew he had not been able to write to her for almost two weeks before she was captured, she had probably been waiting. He had no strength to write to her since that day either, he wondered if she was better off than he was. He hoped she was, after-all they had Dumbledore on their side right? He was the most powerful wizard of all, he had to have known what to do to save her.