Over a week had gone by without Hermione coming down to the cellar, and Draco felt half-mad from loneliness and nearly ready to claw at the walls to get out. He was going crazy - when the hell was the Order going to decide to let him out? Was he to just stay trapped down here the duration of the bloody war, however long that might be? His food was left for him by random people; the Weaselette, Potter, Creevy, Loony Lovegood, Mrs Weasley... The last two were the only ones who said anything to him, bringing his food down and leaving it on the table for him and exchanging nothing much more than hellos and goodbyes. Draco missed Hermione.