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Chapter 4

The next day Hermione woke up early and transfigured her luxurious 3quarter bed back into the class desk it was before she changed it the night before. Draco was standing by the window, giving her a dirty look and Hermione noticed that he still had the desk in a recliner chair and he probably didn't know how to change it into a bed. She laughed darkly under her breath and walked up to the closet she had found clothes in for Tatyana the previous day.

The closet was full of different clothes and she knew that she could alter anything magically to fit her so she chose a black and white striped T-shirt and a pair of branded jeans.

She jumped into the closet, closed the door and pulled the clothes on quickly. As she pulled the jeans on, she hopped to get them to close at the zip when she tripped and landed on the ground. She cried in pain at the blow she received on her hip, but then realised that she hadn't bumped her head at all, making her wonder just how big the closet was. She stood up and looked, but only saw darkness up ahead. Slowly she crawled along the side of the closet and into the darkness. Eventually, after crawling for about a minute, she decided that there was no end to the closet and that she was going to get her wand to light her path and hopefully find a way out.

She rushed back and got out of the closet. "Did you get stuck, Granger?" But Hermione ignored him and grabbed a backpack that was in one of the cupboards and filled it with food and clothes before grabbing her wand from inside one of the desk drawers. Draco looked at her with shock and opened the closet she had come out of and examined it. "Is it a portkey, then?" he asked. Hermione ignored him again. If he wanted to know, he'd better follow her lead.

She pulled the backpack on her back and opened the closet to get in, shoving Draco to one side. "Granger you can't disapperate from here you know."

"I know!" she said. "Draco, get some things packed. There's a way out from the closet."

But Draco stood there stubbornly and folded his arms. "How?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Look, there's no time. Just trust me."

Remembering that he had said the same thing to Hermione about the Oriental Pratincole, he sighed. "Fine." He turned and grabbed a bigger backpack from the same cupboard she had found one in and loaded food and clothes in it.

"Off we go then." Hermione said to herself and they both started walking into the darkness. "Lumos" she said and the tip of her wand lit up just enough to see about a meter ahead of them. Draco also did this. "It could be a trap" he said in a whisper. Hermione nodded. "It could be, but it's only you they want." Draco snapped a look at her. "You're right, what would they want with a filthy mudblood anyway?" Hermione rolled her eyes; somehow the mudblood comment didn't bug her anymore after five years of endless teasing from him. "Honestly Draco, I'm a lot prettier than you, there's a lot of things I can think of." She said, but very quickly regretted her cheeky comment and blushed furiously and was very grateful that it was too dark for him to see. He looked at her and was at a loss for words. "Oh" was all he muttered and swallowed, "well in that case, I'm safe."

Hermione decided it was safer not to say anything as they strolled along the path that seemed never-ending. She got extremely annoyed with Draco shuffling his feet and she was sure he was doing it on purpose to irritate her. It reminded her of Ron and the stupid things he would do in a situation like this. He would probably do everything in his power to annoy her for some form of entertainment too. She wondered where they thought she was and if either of them gathered (well, Harry at least. He had a brain.) that she and Malfoy had gone missing at the same time and had probably been abducted together, if that's what you'd call it or if they thought it was completely coincidental. She imagined Harry proposing this suggestion to Ron who then would say something like; "That's completely mental Harry! Unless... wait! Malfoy probably kidnapped her in an attempt to get her alone, Harry I knew he liked her, I knew it!" Hermione grinned. No, he would probably just say that it was mental and think the rest of the sentence.

"What are you smiling at?" Draco asked, breaking her thoughts. "Just thinking what everyone else is up to." she said. He was quiet for a second, probably surprised that she didn't have a sarcastic answer. "Yeah" he said "Crabbe and Goyle are probably attempting to actually do homework in their boredom. Not having a leader to tell them what to do." Hermione smiled at that, although Draco had a big head it was true that his minions couldn't do anything without him telling them what to do. "Ron and Harry are probably not doing theirs for once, since I'm not there telling them to do it." She thought she saw him smile, but he lowered his wand so she couldn't be sure. "Do you think there's a search party out for us?" she asked. Draco nodded when he lifted his wand again. "My father won't let it go 'till I'm found." "Pfft... don't you mean Dumbledore?"

"No." He snapped. "Dumbledore couldn't give a damn if I'm dead or alive."

"You're wrong. Of course he does. Have you ever seen him be cruel to anyone? Honestly?"

Draco thought for a second and then his face dropped. "I guess not."

"Precisely." She said pompously.

They walked in silence for another hour or so, just walking straight ahead. "Hold on..." said Draco suddenly and pulled out two granola bars from his backpack and handed one to Hermione. She hesitated for a second, looking at it and him with suspicion. He was about to put it back in the backpack when she grabbed it. "Thanks." she said.

After a long while passed – Hermione guessed it had been about 3 hours – of just walking in a straight line, tracing the rocky walls with her fingers, they rested. Unfortunately for them, this time there was nothing to transfigure into something soft to rest on. "What if this is a trap?" said Hermione. "What if this is a trick You-Know-Who's set up for us?"

Draco grunted. "Then, I guess, we're toast."

Hermione frowned and stared at the darkness ahead. "But I don't understand," she said, "Why would he want to 'entrap a Malfoy', like Tatyana said? Wasn't your father a death eater all those years ago?"

Draco shifted his weight to his left leg uncomfortably. "You know, you're awfully nosy." he said. Hermione crossed her arms as if she was affronted. "Well excuse me for trying to figure out whether we're going to die or not!" she snarled. "We're not going to die Granger, stop being so melodramatic." He said, taking his backpack off and sitting on it for some comfort. Hermione huffed and sucked in her lips. She had to stop herself from arguing with him; otherwise it would just make things more complicated. "Fine." She said, giving up and sitting down on her bag as well.

"Don't you know some spell to light up the whole tunnel?" Draco said, frowning at her. Hermione thought about it, but then shook her head. "I've never needed something like that so I didn't pay attention to it. I know I read about one in Spells for the Adventurous Wizard, but for the life of me, I can't remember it." Draco nodded.

After resting their eyes for who knows how long, they set off again with the tips of their wands shining brightly. This time they didn't have to walk that long and it took about twenty minutes before Hermione noticed something odd.

"A door?" Ahead of them was a small brown door, not unlike any other she'd seen in her parent's muggle house. Hermione wondered if it was safe, but looking around she saw that she had no choice but to try it out. She walked forwards and Draco held his wand at the ready. He nodded to her. She turned the knob on the door and it opened easily with a tiny creak.

They were greeted with a light so bright it was almost blinding and a second later, after Hermione's eyes adjusted, she saw not only that they had entered a small and almost empty garden cottage, but that in one corner there was a tiny house elf bounded to a chair, gagging on a sock.