Draco was spoiled, not stupid. He slowly sank into his seat and looked at Hermione from across the table, hoping his eyes communicated his apology. She looked terrible; her hair, which was usually half tamed into a bun or ponytail, was so knotted that he was sure a part of it had formed a dread lock. Her skin was red and there were veins popping out of her head from how forceful her silent screams were. He wanted nothing more than to free her and be her knight in shining armor, but he had no clue how to do so without his father stopping him - or worse, imprisoning them both. Torturing them both. Possibly even murdering them both. Draco was more than aware that Lucius was a force to be reckoned with, he just couldn't pin point how terrible that force was.