Hee hee, I'm posting more, to catch up for lost time.
Ha ha, I think we all love him still. 
Here is more of the chapter. Keep in mind that this was all written before the release of DH:
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Retracing my steps back to the nook where Draco and I had recently met, I couldn’t believe my stupidity. He had taken it. Of course that was his intent all along. He knew it was here from the start.
“Malfoy! Malfoy?” He had to be here.
A door that I hadn’t noticed hung ajar. He must have gone inside. Drawing my wand (thankfully he hadn’t taken that as well), I proceeded through the hole. I would catch him, no doubt. Anger replaced hurt that I felt about how he had deceived me so easily.
All was dark. I could hear water dripping, the sound echoing off the dank walls. My breathing was shallow. An icy hand gripped my forearm, making me scream and recoil. I didn’t really scream, though; no sound came out.
There was a flash of light and I found my arms bound with thick rope. “Hush up, Granger,” Malfoy’s voice hissed in my ear. His grip was harder than I ever remembered; it drew blood.
I screamed and kicked him, but he held on tightly. “Don’t do this, Hermione,” he whispered urgently. He took my wand from my grasp and put it into my robe pocket.
“Don’t you ‘Hermione’ me,” I growled, preparing to scream again, but his hand covered my mouth. He led me deeper into the tunnel; now there were torches lining the walls.
“The Dark Lord is not going to be happy. If you have any sense in you, listen to me,” Malfoy pleaded.
I snorted. Listen to him? That’s the last thing I would do.
“Drink this.” He revealed a small phial with sparkling red liquid in it. “Please.”
“I’m not stupid,” I told him, shying away from the drink. But I stopped and looked at his face. There was something in it—it was genuine. He wasn’t fooling me. My eyes flitted to the phial. Nothing I had read matched up with its description. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?” My eyes searched his, and he nodded ever so slightly.
Footsteps. Footsteps were coming toward us. Malfoy’s fingers were cold against me. “Drink,” he whispered in the corner of his mouth.
I seized the phial from him and tipped it into my mouth. It felt very warm as it slid down my throat. Draco nodded and thrust the phial back into his robe pockets.
And he came. Lord Voldemort. He was holding Ravenclaw’s wand in one hand and his own in the other. His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of me. An icy feeling filled my chest.
“You brought her, finally. It took you long enough, Malfoy,” he hissed in his high, cold voice.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Malfoy apologized, bowing. His voice was trembling.
“One would have thought that after I killed the Lovegood fool, knowing that he would give Ravenclaw’s wand to his daughter, you would have been able to retrieve everything faster than it has taken you,” Voldemort spat. He turned to me. “I only have one question for you, Miss Granger: where is Harry Potter?”
I was paralyzed with fear. “I—I don’t know,” I stammered. Instinctively, I drew out my wand, renewed with a bit of courage.
Voldemort laughed at my actions, and I nearly flew backwards with the force of his next step—prying my mind. When he released me, I fell in a crumpled heap to the floor. Draco reached down to help me up.
“Don’t.” Voldemort was fiddling with his wand now. “Don’t help her, Malfoy. I want her at my feet before I kill her.”
“Master—“
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Avada Kedavra!”
I just remember a flash of green light, then darkness.
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“Is she all right?” whispered one voice.
“Will she pull through?” demanded another.
“I don’t understand how—“ a puzzled voice said.
“You say you found her by your office, Headmistress?” a gentle voice prodded.
I awoke to Ginny, Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey hovering over my bed.
“She’s come through!” Ginny exclaimed, hugging me feverishly.
“Now, now, please!” the nurse shrieked, prying Ginny off me. “We need to give her rest.”
I grabbed my head, moaning. Why was I still alive? Then I remembered the potion Draco had given me. That must have been it. I would have to look it up in the library.
“Thank God you’re all right,” Professor McGonagall sighed, peering down at me with her spectacled eyes. “When I found you lying outside my office, I was almost sure—“
“Hermione, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” Ron told me, though he smiled.
I smiled back and began to say something, but Madam Pomfrey interrupted me. “You need rest. That’s the best remedy right now. Please, everyone, leave. She will be here tomorrow for you to visit.” Shaking her head, she drew the curtains around me and I fell back asleep.