What happened last chapter? Just to clarify...

Harry, Hermione and Ron found out that for their safety, they and Draco were going to be placed in a muggle high school. The night before they were to depart, death eaters invaded Hogwarts and only Hermione, Ron and Draco made it out with the promise that Harry was coming soon.
I might re-write the last chapter because I have a better idea for it.
Well maybe later in life.

Hermione stared dully into the painting hanging above the fireplace which happened to be directly behind the chair in front of her. The man in the chair stared nervously back, his eyes darting back and forth. The tension in the air swirled thickly around the three on the coach.

Ron sat with his hands in his lap and legs comfortably spread. His foot tapped impatiently and at times, he glanced over at the boy next to him. Draco seemed more visibly calm then distressed which Hermione interpreted as a good thing. If there was such a thing as something good at that moment.

"I haven't prepared anything upstairs." The man in front of them cleared his throat.

"That's fine. We weren't planning on going to bed until our friend showed up." Hermione replied coolly.

There was another pause.

"Well there's a mattress right?" Draco broke the silence.

"Mattress?" The man asked in confusion, his eyebrows shot up in panic.

"Yes to sleep on?"

"Oh yes." The man paused. "Its the first four rooms on the left, take your pick."

Draco rose and walked towards the nearby staircase.

"Mal- What do you think you're doing?" Hermione snapped. She stood and folded her arms, a disgusted glare swept across her face.

"Going to bed."

"What about Harry?"

"I told you he was coming later." Draco yawned and streached his arms for emphasis.

"And I'm suppose to believe that Harry would keep something like that from us?"

"You would've disagreed and tried to prevent him from staying behind." Draco said shortly. "And most likely killed the both of you."

"Hermione let it go." Ron snarled before Hermione could process an insult. "We don't need him here. And honestly I don't want him here either."

Hermione turned to glare lividly at the retreating Slytherin. Once he disappeared from sight, she returned back to the man ahead of her. He gazed at her tiredly. Hermione noticed then how short he was compared to the high back chair which was decorated with different floral designs.

"Sheets are being washed, but I think there is pillows up there." The man rose and tottered towards a dim hallway. "Your friend will be here shortly I presume."

"Can you contact Dumbledore?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"No." The man paused, but didn't turn around. "I couldn't if I wanted to."

"Why not?" Ron sputtered.

"Next time you see him you'll have to ask."

The two watched the overweight man vanish through a door frame and heard the soft click of a lock.

"Who is he again?" Ron asked in honest curiosity.

"He's called the Principle. He's kind of like the head master."

"Oh."

They sat in silence once again for hours, waiting and trying not to flutter into oblivion. Hermione shut her eyes for a moment knowing well that they might not open again, but she couldn't resist a few seconds rest.

"Don't fall asleep." Ron moaned.

"I'm not."

.X.X.X.X.

Draco didn't even touch the first step on the staircase before a wave of anxiety hit him in the gut. He didn't see a head of black hair down in the room bellow and previous searches proved Harry wasn't in any of the rooms. He should feel lucky that Granger trusted his word on the where-abouts of her friend. He didn't see why she did, maybe it was just denial of what she had almost witnessed to be true.

Draco rushed to the smell of breakfast in door closest to the only hallway downstairs. He only caught a glimpse at the sickly sight of Hermione and Ron huddled next next to each other, both fast asleep. The less time with them the better. Draco crept into the kitchen which was completed with a small card table and four unmatched chairs. In front of each chair was plate filled with eggs and toast. Next to one plate however was a small envelope.

Draco frowned and reached for the letter, carefully tearing the seal and unbinding the folded paper.

D.

H deceased.
Do not reply or transport.

-A.

Draco's heart sank to his stomach. H deceased. He reread the coded message and let the words he already knew to be true to sink in. H deceased. Harry deceased. He felt in his pocket another letter crumbled. What would happen now? And how was he suppose to tell..

The door opened from the where the two remaining students were sleeping. Their eyes were bloodshot and darken underneath. The red head yawned deeply and placed a hand on the back of his so-called friend's back and pushed her gently forward.

"What's that?"

Draco hesitated a second too late and immediately Hermione's eyes popped open.

"It's not about him." Draco quickly recovered.

"Then who?"

"It's not a who." Draco lied. "It's a what."

"What is it about then?"

"That's private."

Hermione grunted and took a seat as far away from the silver headed boy as she could. Ron fell beside her, but scooted his chair a few inches away from his direction also.

"Its not like I have a bloody disease or anything." Draco grumbled.

The door opened once again and the women flew in. She waved papers about wildly and chatter nervously and mindlessly before setting papers in front of each of them. Draco grabbed his as it floated away and scanned it. Ron quickly snatched his and replaced another paper in his hands that read at the top "Draco Malfoy".

"What is this?" Ron mumbled in confusion. He held the paper at a distance with one hand and squinted his eyes in an ugly fashion.

"Schedule for our school classes." Hermione replied, not taking her eyes from the paper. She reached out, still not looking up, and gripped Ron's paper, tearing it from his hand. Her eyes quickly darted between each paper, comparing the tiny text.

"We have physical education and health with each other." Hermione finally looked up and reached for Draco's paper. He seemed preoccupied and it easily came from his fingers.

"Hey!" He turned to her angrily.

"Hush." She replied and started another comparison. Her eyebrows narrowed every other time she glanced back at his paper. "We have chemistry, health, literature and physical education. You have algebra and history and home economic with Ron."

She stared at the paper again and doubled over in laughter.

"Home econ-. What is that suppose to be?" Ron grabbed his paper and stared at it once again in confusion. Draco just stared at Hermione, this would have to be the first time she laughed since they got there.

"I have no idea what any of those classes are." Draco shook his head.

Hermione stopped and her eyes widened in realization.

"Where is Harry's schedule?' She looked over the table, searching for the missing paper. "We most likely have all our classes together."

"Uh I don't know." Draco smoothly answered. It wasn't a lie, he didn't know where the paper was. He just knew that it wouldn't be handed to him. Ever. Shit.

"They'll give it to him once he gets here." Ron said confidently.

"Give me class descriptions." Draco switched subjects. "I don't know what any of these are."

Hermione glared at him. "So my information is genuine when we are in my world. I guess you'll figure it out once you get to school."

Draco's eyes narrowed in response. He snatched he paper from the table and sulked from the room. Once the door closed Hermione sighed and put her head on the table.

"He's not acting horribly at least."

"He's hiding something." Hermione dismissed Ron's observation, Draco would have no justification. "At least we know he's not naturally rude and cold."

"Well things will get better when Harry gets here." Ron shrugged.

"Yes." Hermione only said.

But in her mind she couldn't stop replaying scene of the last time she saw him.

If he gets here, Hermione corrected Ron silently. This one time, Hermione hoped this was one of those rare errors she made.

Classes were based on classes we have in the US of A and I'm not sure how they do it in the UK so i'm going with what's comfortable. Short chapter, lots of step up for future H/D. Just wait, hatred must untangle before it becomes anything else, its just happens that theirs is tangled in an impossible way.