Blaise's POV

When I climbed through the portrait hole, Draco greeted me with a smirk. Rising from his chair, he said, "So, I hear from a reliable source that you were with that mudblood, Granger."

"And just who did you hear that from?" I retorted.

"Oh, and why should I tell you?" Draco sneered.

I gave up. "Oh, never mind." I turned to leave.

"Were you?"

I turned back. "What?"
"Were you with the mudblood?"

"Oh, well, why should I tell you?" I mimicked.

Draco scoffed.

As for me, I just ran out of there.

-X-X-X-

Hermione's POV

"Honestly, Ginny, I don't think I can trust him any more. I mean, even if he was forced to do it, it still wouldn't make the bruises go away, would it?"
"Well, no."

"Oh, Ginny. Please try and get your brother to talk to him. Please."

-X-X-X-

After my talk with Ginny, I decided to take a walk to the library to find a good book to read. Nobody was there, even Madame Pince, who had gone on holiday.

When I'd found a book, I curled up on a squashy red armchair to read. Five minutes later, I was absorbed in the book.

After I'd reached Chapter 2, I heard shuffling footsteps, but I disregarded it. Then a hand reached around my mouth. I tried to scream, but I couldn't.

I saw the hand belonged to Harry, and I tried to bite him. It had no effect whatsoever.

Then he pushed me into a small closet off the library. He went in there, too, locking the door behind him.

A/N: I replying to everyone's reviews, now!

Rachael Lupin: I really agree with you about Blaise.

Tobias Potter: You'll find out about Harry later in the story.

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