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This is a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I do own this story and the plot.

This was it.

Hermione Granger had faced a lot of things head-on. Be it strange stones, giant snakes, escaped convicts, barbaric tournaments, phoenix orders, unfair textbooks or some dumb psychopath wizard. The Wizarding world had them all, and she had faced them viciously and had never once failed. She was also the brightest witch from Rowena's time. For a person who faced so many dangerous obstacles at a young age, early death doesn't really seem likely, now, does it?

But then…

This was it.

She was going to die.

Hermione gulped as she tightened her grip around the only thing supporting her weight at such a height and keeping her from falling.

She shifted a little, peeking at her hands, which were now pink because of her tight grip.

"I'm not going to die. I have a good grip." she muttered to herself.

Her hands were beginning to hurt.

A strong breeze blew and her balance faltered dangerously.

She screamed.

"Hey…" came a voice from behind her, and she felt a pair of warm, strong and well built arms wrap around her waist. She looked up behind at Draco Malfoy.

He smiled at her, "I've got you. You're not going to fall. I'm right here."

She wanted to believe him. She really did. But it was hard, considering her shivering and the height she was at.

"M-Malfoy?"

"Still right here."

"Help…please…" she whimpered.

He sighed, holding her sides as he turned her around so she could hold on to him.

She immediately held him in a death grip, burying her face in his chest. He placed one hand on her back as he carefully tried getting them to the safety of the ground.

Draco helped her down as soon as they reached land. Hermione was shivering still, eyes wide with shock. He pulled her into a hug.

Looking down at her, he smirked, "You okay?"

"Oh, shut it." Hermione scoffed as she pulled away and headed towards the castle.

Chuckling softly, he sprinted to catch up.

Draco looked down sideways at her, inspecting.

Was she mad at him?

"Hermione?"

No answer.

She was.

"Hermione, darling?"

Still was.

"Hermione, love?"

She scoffed.

"Are you mad at me?"

Hermione whipped her head around to look up at him.

"No, Draco. Not at all. I just enjoy ignoring people for the satisfaction of it."

Definitely still was.

Draco smiled to himself. "It wasn't bad, was it?"

"Of course not, because I almost died back there!"

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did! I don't die in war out there," she gestured to the gates, "but almost die right here at home!"

Draco stopped walking. Hermione ignored him as she quickened her paced. But he easily reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop walking and turn toward him.

"Now you're just over reacting."

"Who, me? You're one to talk! Remember last week?" she smirked and then looked away to avoid laughing at his horrified expression.

Draco rolled his eyes, surrendering. "Good Merlin. Fine."

She frowned at him, "Fine what?"

"I won't do it again." he said with a sigh, pulling her to him.

Hermione smiled, figuring that this was as much as an apology she'd be getting. She held him tight, craning her neck to look up at him.

"Good, because I'd drag you back to my parents', or else."

He frowned. "No, thank you very much. Those flim-box things give me a headache."

"They're called TVs, Draco."

"I hate TVs."

"I hate brooms."

"No more flims."

"No more flying."

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