Draco wasn't sure where they were going, but he was sure he would follow her anywhere. He was especially glad she just accepted him switching sides and even more glad that she was willing to have him help her. Once they past they majority of the battlefield the running slowed and Hermione began to fill Draco in on what was going on.
"I would just give you the need to know information because of time restraints, but if I was honest it's all need to know. You have to just trust me and do as I ask. I'll still try to inform you as much as possible in the time frame we have, but for now we have to head to the third floor lavatory."
"Hermione, are we going to retrieve the basilisk fangs? For his evil creations?"
Hermione whipped her head around, her ponytail flipping violently over her shoulder. She nearly glared at him and her jaw hit the floor. She was unsure what was more astounding, the fact that he knew about the horcruxes and how to destroy them or that he called her by her given name.
Draco sheepishly shrugged and put his head down, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "He kind of lives in my house," he muttered to the floor. It was responded to with an "Oh."
"You're right though, Draco. We have to destroy more than half a dozen horcruxes before we even bother to attempt to kill Voldemort himself." Draco flinched at the name but nodded and stood to his full height, marching forward with Hermione.
Hermione slammed the palm of her hand against the engraved stone. "Of course its sealed! Stupid." She muttered to herself. How could the brightest witch of their generation forget to follow up on something so simple. She didn't speak parseltongue.
Draco stepped forward a small bit and cleared his throat, he began to hiss to the door as the pair watched the enchanted stone snakes crawl away.
"Draco," Hermione started, looking up to him rather impressed. "I didn't know you could-"
She was interrupted by his shrug - was he blushing too?- and he simply said once again in a very small voice "He lives, ya know, in my house so sometimes you hear stuff you shouldn't..." Draco's sentence trailed off and Hermione couldn't help feeling bad for him. In a situation like that it must have been kill or be killed. How awful.
The pair continued on through to the corpse of the giant monster. Draco gathered several, knowing the likelihood the group would be divided once more and that the tools might be needed. Upon presenting one to Hermione she pulled a small golden goblet out of her purse and deposited the other fang into it. Draco couldn't believe that such a strange item could indeed hold a piece of a real person's soul.
He knelt to the ground, holding the cup at the far edges so she had enough space to strike it without hitting him. She suddenly looked very sheepish.
"I- I can't." She mumbled to the floor and hugged herself slightly.
Draco looked up at her. She felt his large, round blue grey eyes boring into her. "Hermione. Yes you can. Brightest witch of our age, remember?" At this she gave a slight blush. She then gathered her composure and nodded. With a swift swing she struck the goblet. Proud, she looked at him and the pair stood.
Their attention was quickly redirected by the large black cloud and the building of what seemed to be a tsunami. They backed away at a run, armed and prepared to face what ever menace could come their way. The ominous made faded as a singular wave wash over the pair, drenching them. Once everything settled again they looked at each other and burst into laughter, Draco excitedly enveloping Hermione in a hug. After a quick second they pulled away and brushed themselves off, muttering apologies, embarrassed. Hermione finally regained her senses, walking toward the exit ushering Draco, headed to meet up with Harry and Ron.