I'm so sorry that this is up so late. Stuff happened and I wasn't able to type. Thank you for understanding.

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The group trekked down the hill, that they landed on, at an even pace, slowly taking in the scenery around them in their separate groups. The Gryffindors in front with the Slytherins trailing behind. As they walked, a sudden thought hit Draco.

"Why did you have this book, Granger?" He asked. Instead of Granger turning around like he thought, it was Weasley.

"What does it matter to you Malfoy," he tried to sneer but it didn't come out quite right. "Cause, I'm stuck here with you buffoons and still can't seem to understand why," Draco replied haughtily. Weasley was about to throw an insult back, when Potter turned around and cut him off.

" We got the book because we heard that there was a tyrant king that needed to be stopped," He said. How Gryffindor. "And might I ask how you know about this?"

"A book," Granger answered emotionlessly, and without turning around. Of course it was in a book. "There have been multiple cases of people getting trapped in magical books," she started, "most of them got in and out with no hassle. But there were others who had stories to tell."

There have been few that got trapped in this book specifically, they all told tales about a King who was cruel to his subjects and followed only one rule and one rule only; his own."

"Sounds kinda like Malfoy don't you think," Weasley said. Potter's shoulders shook in silent laughter.

"As I was saying," Granger started again. Pinching Weasley's side earning a hiss from him. "The book mentioned that the survivors were killed by the king. But then something happened and they were suddenly out of the book, back in the normal world. Almost like nothing happened at all. Like they never died. And time didn't change either. Whatever time they got in the book, was the same when they got out. " Draco arched a perfect blond eyebrow at this.

"Something happened?" Draco asked, "very descriptive." Granger fumed. "There wasn't that much information okay," she said. "The survivors just said that there was this kingdom of worshippers, it was almost like a cult, over their king. They believed that the King had god like powers. That he could make crops grow faster, he could change the seasons, that he could make, even the most unwillingly, fall in love with another person, that he could heal the sick and wounded, that he could bring the dead back to life. All with the flick of his hand."

Draco's heart panged at the last one. A surge of yearning went through him. When the war ended, his father was sent to Azkaban, where he was killed. When Draco got the news he closed in on himself. He spoke to no one and locked himself in his room.

He had a lot of time to think in his depressed state. He thought about his family, friends, school and other things that just randomly popped into his head. He tried to avoid thinking about his father for that released an onslaught of unwelcome tears. Malfoy's don't cry. But, what surprised him the most, was that he thought about Potter. All the time.

He thought about Potter's pretty eyes, his mop of jet black hair and especially his tiny lithe body. When he slept, he dreamed of things that he would do to Potter that he never thought he would think about ever. He thought about hugging him, kissing him, touching him, making love to him. All the things that he never thought could be associated between him and the boy.

Then he thought about his past interactions with the Boy Wonder. It was always him taunting the boy because he wanted to get attention. Draco always got jealous whenever someone other than then himself had Potter's attention. He especially got jealous when the She-Weasley had the limelight. If she was standing at least ten feet away from Potter than sirens went off in Draco's head to get her away from him or steal the spotlight before she did. And when she touched him. Oh no. That's when Draco resorted to punching walls in frustration.

There was this one time when Draco was staring at Potter from across the Great Hall when Weaslette decided to place herself in Potter's lap. When Draco saw this he almost broke his composure. Pansy and Blaise had to hold him back from stomping over to the Gryffindor table and forcefully removing the girl from his crush's lap. That was his spot. Not that stupid bimbo's. HIS! That day, during their transition period, Draco made damn well sure that the girl wouldn't try anything else on Potter.

She didn't take the hint.

She made sure that she made a move on Potter everyday. Just to spite him. And she always made sure to do these actions when Draco could see them. This alone pushed him to the edge, but when she kissed him and then glanced at Draco with a smug look adorning her ugly features, Draco saw red. Hexes flew. Draco ended up in the hospital wing and having to serve and month worth of detention.

Let's just say that Draco and Weaslette weren't on the best of terms.

Draco was startled from his musings by Pansy yelling in his ear. "Bloody hell, woman. Are your trying to make me deaf?" Draco slapped his hands over his ears and glared at the female Slytherin. "Well if you had been listening then I would have yelled," she crossed her arms over her bosom. Draco didn't feel like saying anything snarky back so he just glared at her.

Draco looked up and saw that they were at the mouth of a cave. "Why as we in front of a cave?" Draco asked. "It's late what do you think?" Pansy asked, her voice saturated with sarcasm. Biiitch. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Let's go," Potter's said. Stepping into the dark cave. It took all of Draco's self control to not reach out and try to pull the boy away from the cave, towards him. The rest of the group followed Potter inside and looked around. The cave looked like how a cave should look; cavernous walls, random rocks lying around, etc.

Draco couldn't see to the end of the cave so he pulled out his wand, and cast Lumos. But the tip of his wand didn't glow with the familiar orb of light, it looked the same as if he didn't even cast the spell. He tried a few more time but still got nothing. Pansy sighed, "let me do this," she then attempted to cast Lumos, but got the same results as Draco.

"Oh I just remembered something from the book," Granger started placing her pointer finger on her chin. "The wizards who got trapped reported that they couldn't use magic and that anytime they tried they would feel pain not long after." At her words, Draco double over in pain. If he had only cast the spell once, like Pansy, then he would feel a jabbing poke in his stomach. But, he had cast it so many times that he felt like he had been hit repeatedly in the stomach with a Bludger. Draco bit his lip so that the scream of agony wouldn't escape. Blaise noticed his hunched over state and went over to hold him up from collapsing.

When the pain turned into a dull throb, Draco straightened himself and gave a strained sigh of relief. Pansy looked at him from her place on the cold, stone floor. Worry plastered over her features. Draco sent her a look that said he was okay, when he finally registered what she was sitting on. How uncouth.

Draco grimaced at the fact that he would have to sit on the dirty floor like some kind of poor person, or animal. He was going to get his robes dirty, and later when he got up he would be able to spell the dirt away.

Draco sat down and leaned up against the cave wall. He was tired but he was not going to lay his perfect head down on the filthy ground. Eventually, everyone started to nod off, only to be woke a few hours later to a blood curdling scream.

Draco snapped awake and looked around. It took only a few moments for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he was met with a horrifying sight. Blood was splattered on the on the ground and walls of the cave, Longbottom was struggling to yank his leg back from a medium sized figure in the cave entrance. The thing seemed to be trying to either rip off Longbottom's limb or drag him out all together. Longbottom was putting up quite the fight. He kicked and punch at the figure but it wouldn't let go.

Draco felt a soft breeze brush by as Potter raced towards the two struggling figures. Once he reached them, he drew his leg back and kicked the attacking figure in the ribs. The figure gave a muffled whimper, but didn't let go. Potter kicked it again, and this time it let go to snarl at the boy. Then the animal lunged at Potter, tackling him to the ground.

Pansy had to use all of her strength to hold Draco back from trying to help Potter. He knew that there wasn't anything that he could do. He was never taught what to do in these types of situations. Being the Pureblood wizard that he was, Draco was only taught how to duel. Not how to tussle on the ground like alley cats. That was simply uncouth and Malfoys are never uncouth.

Potter seemed to be handling the situation perfectly fine. Potter and the animal scrambled for dominance in which the animal triumphed, pinning Potter's shoulders down in the way that Draco always dreamed of doing. Draco's musings were quickly cut off by the animal snapping its sharp, bloodstained teeth down on Potter's head. The boy dodged, but by very little. Draco's heart was pounding and he was sure that it would burst right out of his chest.

They shuffled on the ground some more until Potter got the upper hand. He pinned the animal's stomach down and began to furiously kick it in its ribs. Draco was sure that he would break its ribs but the animal managed to wiggle its way from under Potter before that could happen. In whimpered and limped away. It gave one glance back before it darted back to wherever it came from.

Draco was pretty sure that he was crying in fear of what might happen to the love of his life. He started to imaging what would happen if Potter didn't have the reflexes that he did. Pansy sharply elbowed him in the stomach, her silent way of telling him to compose himself. He was a Malfoy after all. After Draco had wiped the tears off of his pale face, the sound of soft, pained whimpering was heard.

Draco looked over to see Longbottom, still on the ground, clutching his injured leg. Weasley and Granger were floundering around him unsure of what to do. Blaise sat behind Longbottom, the boy's head resting in Blaise's lap. The Italian brushed back Longbottom's hair from his sweaty forehead, whispering words in the boy's ear that nobody else could here.

The intimate position that the two boys were in briefly registered in the back of Draco's head, but he pushed the thought back so he could focus on one thing in particular; Potter. No matter how fast the Boy Who Lived's seeker reflexes were, he still managed to get hurt.

There were scratch marks on his arms and legs from when the animal's claws had torn through the cloth. There were deep gashes on the boy's cheek where the animal's teeth had grazed by his head.

"What was that?" Pansy asked stepping towards Longbottom and crouching in front of him. She lifted what little cloth that was left on his leg and surveyed the damage.

She was eerily calm about the situation, but for someone who had watched her parents he brutally murdered right in front of her, it was to be expected.

"A wolf," Potter said. Wiping at the blood that dribbled down his cheek. "But what led it here of all places?" Granger asked. She gagged slightly and buried her face in Weasley's chest. Her knuckles were bone white from gripping so hard onto the redheads robes in fear.

Weasley's arm wound around her waist and his wand was drawn, pointing at the place the wolf was. Totally forgetting that they couldn't use magic.

"From it's skinny frame I bet it was starving, when it caught our sense it was blinded by hunger and attack Neville." Potter said looking around the brightening woods in case there was another attack.

Draco swore he heard Weasley mutter, "I bet it was Malfoy." But thought nothing of it.

Pansy stood from her crouched position and wiped her bloodied fingers on her robes. Draco grimaced at the uncouth action. "He needs a healer and fast," she began walking to Draco and patting his hair down. "He is bleeding out far too quickly and if the wound gets infected then he is done for."

"Blaise take Neville's robes and wrap it around his leg, apply pressure to it to stop the bleeding," Pansy instructed. "You will also be needed to help carry him when we leave with Weasley." Weasley began to protest but was stopped dead by a look Pansy pinned him down with. "Don't go against me. This is a life or death situation for Neville. But, if you want to lose a friend , be my guest. But, don't come crying to me when he dies say that 'we did nothing to help him.'" Pansy said with all the command that Head Auror McMormith would be rivaled.

"Granger come with me. We're going to find a water source." Pansy said. She then turned to Draco. "Draco," she sighed. Just work with Potter to try and find some food, would you?" She gave him a pointed look before winking.

The cheeky fox. She had planned for Draco to work with Potter. On the inside he was jumping for joy and probably pissed a little, while on the outside he crossed his arms and huffed in false irritation.

Pansy walked to the mouth of the cave next to where Potter and whispered something in his ear that left them both giggling. She turned around and gestured for Granger to follow her. She looked around the cave, her eyes resting briefly on the duo lying on the ground; Longbottom was propped up against the stone wall with Blaise pressing his robe into his leg. Apparently it was a pretty heavy pressure by the way Longbottom was hissing in pain. Longbottom gritted his teeth and probably said something stupid because Blaise then laughed. When the laughter died down Draco saw something he never thought he would see before in his best friend's eyes, love and adoration.

Draco thought back to all the times Blaise and Longbottom had been in the same room. He noticed that Blaise could never seem to keep his eyes off of the boy. It was always quick glances or, if he sat in front of them, unabashed staring. During Herbology, Blaise would always want to work with the boy. He would always brush the boy when he would pass by him and whenever they passed plants to each other, they would brush hands. It was always Blaise trying to get physical contact with the boy.

Draco gave a devilish smirk and watched as Blaise slid up next to the boy, crossed his legs and placed Longbottom in his lap. When he lifted the boy, Longbottom let out a giggle. How did someone with such a masculine physique make such feminine sound? Draco would never know.

He looked back at Pansy and mouthed 'Neville?' The girl shrugged. "They're cute. I don't Blaise getting hurt." She sighed. Draco shook his head and went to stand by Potter, he was then joined by Granger and Pansy.

"Ready to go?" Pansy asked. Draco nodded, and before he was out of earshot he heard Weasley gagging at the sickening boys on the ground.

Yay chapter 3 is done!

And here is some text that my friend decided to stick in the middle of my fanfiction:

"MEREDITH IS AWESOME!" Meredith screamed, because it's true.

River wondered why Meredith was in her amazing fanfiction.

"Because I fucking can," Meredith responded to River's unasked question.

"What the crap?" River said with confusion, "What are you doing here?"

"Being awesome," the blonde responded with a flip of her luscious locks. "Sorry to disturb your scene."

"Damnnnnnnnnnnnn," everyone said as they beheld Meredith's fabulousness.

Then they all exploded rainbows and glitter and Meredith lived happily ever after with the love of her life who is not dead or fictional, Fred Weasley. The end.

I'm not too sure why I still keep her around.