This is a short (very short) fic I wrote upon request for a friend, and my requirement was to keep it a page long so that's what I did.
Shit; I lost her. Where the bloody hell did she go? She was right next to me. How could she slip away like that—especially with It out there?
Draco was breathing heavy in the shadows of a broom cupboard. His eyes shifted back and forth in the pitch-dark, and his mind was racing with thoughts of where Hermione had gotten off to. Last he could recall they were side-by-side—being chased—and the next minute he realized she wasn't just trailing behind, she was altogether gone. He ducked into the closet to catch his breath and think about his next move.
There was no time, though. He had to go now. There wasn't time to sit and ponder; staying in one place for too long was dangerous; It could find him.
Draco turned the knob on the door slowly and quietly to avoid any clicking noises as best he could. He pushed open the wooden door carefully and it creaked slightly, making him wince. Come on, Draco, just make a dash for the corridors, she's bound to be in a room back there somewhere.
Before his mind had time to disagree Draco bolted out of the cupboard and bounded down the labyrinth of hallways. It was a losing-game, however—everywhere he turned there was a new dead-end.
"HERMIONE!," He shouted under his breath, as he slightly jogged through the stone passage ways. His heart was racing again, and his breath, even less a part of him than the first time.
Suddenly he stopped. His heart made a sort-of jump and stall as he tried to process what he just heard. Maybe it was her! Or his own feet; or It.
Standing stock-still in the middle of the dimly-lit corridor he considered what might happen if It caught up to him. He would die. His life would be over. Forever.
Draco took a glance downward and noticed his wand in his hand. White-knuckled and shaking, he must have taken it out on instinct when he stopped running.
Lumos, he breathed, illuminating the space around him. There it was again—the sound from before. He swirled around slowly, sliding his heel and toe around on the smooth floor.
Squinting his eyes and leaning slightly forward with his wand-arm outstretched, he gazed, searching for the source of the noise—and then he saw it.
—Her mousy-brown hair sticking out just barely from behind a wall up ahead.
