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Ch. 2, The Hermione, The Scream and the Closet.

Hermione wished Harry would shut off his alarm clock. That blasted ringing was so loud even she could hear it and the guestroom was two floors down. She rolled over with a very unladylike grunt. When did the mattress get this lumpy? She tossed on her side trying to find a more comfortable position; thunder rattled the windows finally stirring Hermione from her slumber.

Hermione warily opened an eye. The room was dark; moon light spilled threw the window casting shadows on the broken furniture and ripped drapes. Hermione froze. Harry had fixed the guest room. It wouldn't be in disarray anymore. Then the memory of the book/portkey came flooding back. Hermione shot up. Instantly her brain pounded. Oh Merlin, where in the world was she? Nothing looked familiar, true the room was almost in complete darkness but that was beside the point. Nothing smelled, sounded or felt familiar.

With some effort Hermione hosted herself up on unsteady legs. A flash of lighting lit the room highlighting the ruined furniture and a door situated at the back She didn't know where she was but she knew she had to get out of this room.

The hallway wasn't in any better condition. Wherever she was, it was a dump. The windows had been boarded up. Various stains covered the old rug. Some looked a lot like blood. That made her nervous. As silently as she could, Hermione creped down the hall. A thud from somewhere above caused her to reach for her wand, only to panic when she found that her wand was gone.

Bloody hell! This is not good! Quickly Hermione searched for some sort of weapon. The closest thing to one was a broken chair leg. Not the best weapon and it defiantly wouldn't stand up to a wand but it would have to do. Gripping the wood tightly in her hands, Hermione tiptoed toward a staircase.

A faint glow teased the top of the stairs then disappeared. Not daring to call out, Hermione walked as quietly as she could, wincing at very creak the steps made. At the top landing was other hallway lined with doors, some open, others looked as if they were torn of their hinges. She could see the faint light under the closest door. Summoning all her Gryffindor bravery she pushed the door open. For something that looked to so old it didn't make a sound as it moved. There was a lantern sitting on a desk that was flagged by two stone urns. Banging and clattering came from behind a bookcase along with strange murmuring.

"What to do…where is it? Why? Shh, shh, have to be quiet." The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Cautiously she moved closer. Just as she pasted the desk her hip grazed an opened drawer. It crashed against the side. The muttering person leaped from their spot, their face shrouded in shadows. White gleamed from a top his head. Only one person could have that coloring.

"Malfoy?" She whispered. Quicker the Harry on his Firebolt, Malfoy was at the door, slamming it shut. Hermione quickly followed. She spotted the light from his lantern and ran at top speed to catch him. Shit he was fast. Malfoy darted around a series of corners, threw room and even knocked things over making her jump over them. Choppy breaths left her mouth. She hadn't needed to run this fast since the time Harry, Ron and her had been chased by Snatchers. Malfoy darted into a dark room, slamming the heavy door after him. Hermoine gritted her teeth and ran at the door, knocking it open. Malfoy was…gone. How was that possible? Hermoine entered the room slowly.

"Malfoy." No answer. "Malfoy! I know you're in here. Come out right this instant. I want to know what the hell is going on here." Still nothing. She made her way further into the room. A shadow came hurling at her. With cry of surprised Hermione crashed against the wall, a heavy body swooshing her front into a side table.

"Who. Are. You." Each word was highlighted with a puff of hot breath on her ear. Malfoy grasped her throat tightly. If he kept that up she was going to past out.

"Hermione Granger, you git." She wheezed. His grip loosened by a fraction.

"Granger?"

"Yes." He retightened his grip and spun her around, now pressing his chest to hers.

"Did you or your fucking friends do this to me?" He growled. She made a chocking sound. He was really starting to tic her off. She brought her knee up. Hard. It was his turn to groan in pain. He let go to cup his smarting groin.

"Me? Why the fucking hell would I be here if I did 'this' to you? And what is this? Where are we?" She yelled at the crumpled form of Malfoy.

"Shhhh, it's the Manor!" He said sounding like he had to force it out though tight lips.

"Don't sh me Malfoy." She hissed back. An unearthly scream filled the room. Draco groaned, this time out of exasperation. He stiffly got to his feet then took hold of her arm.

"I just got my mind back and you had to go and ruin it."

"Got your mind back? Huh?" The scream echoed again. The alien sound seemed to be closer. Without a word Malfoy grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closet. The strong scent of mothballs assaulted her nose.

"Malfoy. What are we doing in a clos-mmpth!" His hand clamped over her mouth.

"Shh." Malfoy said again, his breath stirring her bangs with the one noise. Hermione huffed, giving his hand a nip. His chest moved slightly, as if he was holding in a chuckle. When he was sure she wasn't going to say anything, he let go of her mouth. After a minute Hermione grew restless. When she made to move, a faint creak and shuffle made her muscles freeze. Malfoy's body went rigged. The shuffling came closer to their hiding place. It was just like the muggle horror movies Hermione and her dad liked to watch during the summer. Any second Hermione was expecting for the door to swing open to relive Jason or IT. Heavy breathy sounded outside the door. Hermione could feel her heart beating a thousand miles per minute. Holy Merlin's socks! What the bloody hell was out there? After a few minutes they heard the shuffling move out down the hall. By this time Malfoy had started shaking like a leaf. Hermione pushed the door open, letting Malfoy stumble out. He gripped the back of a chair as if it was a lifesaver. Slowly his breaths became even and the shivers racking his body subsided.

"Tell me what's going on now." She whispered not wanting to hide again.

"Well Granger, I was taking a walk and happened to stumble across this lovely place, then I put down my wand, after of course performing a botched memory spell on myself, and walked inside!" His usual drawling voice shook but the sarcasm came in clearly.

"Memory spell? "

"Ya, I was hit in the back but I still have my memories, they're just not all there at times." Hermione bit her lip.

"So you were stunned, then I'm guessing who ever did that then portkeyed you here." Malfoy raised a blond eyebrow.

"You believe me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I was portkeyed here too, just not stunned." His grey eyes widen.

"Guess then you did have nothing to do with this hell hole."

"Nope. Nothing to do with this." He sighed.

"Come on let's get out of here. There is something you have to see." Draco moved around a couch and picked up his lantern. "Granger you're going to love this."

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