Solitary confinement deep within Azkaban. So far away from Draco that she hadn’t heard his voice since they had each been thrown in their cell. Apparently there were limits to the brand’s power. Hermione traced the letters on her lower back with her fingers every day.  Property of Draco Malfoy. Not even the wording bothered her anymore. All she wanted was to reach him, hear him. Even if it would be the last time. She screamed herself hoarse. Out loud and in her mind. To no avail. He never answered. 