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Chapter Four

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Fred's POV:

After Hermione shouted at George and me in the common room, the first years were almost too terrified to come within 10 feet of us; it was quite off-putting. Over the next few days, I kept meaning to go up to Hermione. To apologise for deliberately going against what she said, blah blah blah. But I didn't. Where did all that Gryffindor courage go? She didn't even look at me for the next week, although I heard her on several occasions talking to Ron and Harry in the common room about how irresponsible George and I were.

'Freddie,' George said one night, as we lay in our comfy dormitory beds. 'Do you really like her?'

'Who?' I asked, but someone's name had already come to mind.

'Hermione, you idiot,' he sighed.

'Oh, her…' I mumbled. Of course. 'No, Georgie. You saw how she yelled at me, anyway. She hates me now.'

'She couldn't hate you if she tried,' George scoffed.

I didn't reply. What did he mean? She clearly did hate me, or dislike me at the least. If she did like me the slightest bit, she would have spoken to me. A smile? Anything would do. But what was I doing, worrying about a girl? If she liked me, she'd make it obvious. If not, I'd move on. It would be easy; it's not as if you can fall in love at this age.

'Gerogie,' I finally answered.

There was no reply, except for an almost silent snore coming from the bed beside me. Typical.

Hermione's POV:

I woke up in the morning feeling finally refreshed, after a long week of homework and studying, and getting ahead in classes. I still wasn't talking to Fred. Of course not. Why should I talk to someone that clearly doesn't listen? I'd quite happily forgive him if he'd just apologise for being so incompetent, but he hadn't, so the silent treatment continued.

I was walking down to a fairly early Sunday morning breakfast, when I was knocked out of balance by a tall ginger boy that I particularly didn't want to see.

'Oh my God! Sorry, Hermione,' panted Fred.

'Why in such a rush?' I said dryly.

Fred looked down and bit his lip. 'I was coming back to the common room to… To talk to… Someone, if you must know.'

He tried to side step to get around me. I quickly slipped in front of him. 'Who?' I enquired.

'None of your business, I'm not going to now, anyway.'

There was some form of disappointment in his voice, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

'Tell me who,' I ordered.

'It's none of your business,' he said, through his teeth.

'Fred,' I said sternly.

He didn't answer, instead he gently pushed my shoulder so I was out of the way, and walked slowly and awkwardly to the common room.

Almost as soon as he'd disappeared from sight, another tall ginger came around the corner and ran into me.

'George!' I exclaimed.

'Hermione! Great; just who I was looking for. Have you seen Fred?' George panted.

'Yes, he just went round that corner, why?'

'Did you talk to him?' he asked.

'Yes,' I answered. 'But he seemed a bit upset, you know?'

'What did he say?'

'That he was going to look for someone to talk to them and then that it didn't matter, or something… Look just go and find him yourself…'

'Is that all?' George began to speak very quickly.

'Yes, that's all! Look just go and find –'

But George had already taken off around the corner and out of sight. Slightly confused and extremely hungry, I continued to go and find Ginny, Harry or Ron to have breakfast, half-hoping that Fred and George would come back around the corner and do something completely hilarious to allow me to forget how misbehaving they could be.

Fred's POV:

'Why didn't you talk to her, you nutter?' said George when he found me sulking in the common room.

'Because she was so annoyed at me, Georgie. I'll talk to her another day, I…' I drifted off, not knowing how I was going to continue.

'Freddie, you're a Weasley; just turn on the charm.' He winked and stood up before going up to our dormitory.

Right then, I thought. I'll go talk to her. It can't be that hard? Say I'm stuck on homework and she'll jump at the chance to help…

I jumped up immediately and went back down to the Great Hall to find Hermione. She'd still be there, right? I hurried down the many staircases, hoping with all of me that she was still there; but no luck. I saw Harry and Ron sitting there without Hermione. Hoping that they'd know where she was, I walked over to them.

'Hello, lads,' I said cheerfully. 'Have you seen Hermione anywhere? I was hoping she could help me with some History of Magic questions I'm stuck on…'

'You're in luck, then,' Harry smiled. 'She just went to the library; and she might be there for a while.' He laughed.

'Thanks!' I chimed. 'See you later.'

I then rushed out of the slowly emptying Great Hall and went towards the library. I was slightly hesitant; although I was only apologising for not abiding the rules, I knew that she could be very stubborn. As I approached the library, however, I heard a blood curdling scream. Hermione's scream.

Shocked, I sprinted through the library, and over to the spot that I always knew she liked to study in. She was there, of course, with that Malfoy boy pointing his wand at her throat.

'Oh,' he said sarcastically. 'If it isn't her knight in shining armour.' Malfoy smirked.

'Let he go, Malfoy,' I growled, pulling out my own wand.

'I'm so scared,' he whispered, still smirking. And, with that, they disappeared. What? I'd listened to Hermione enough to know that you can't apparate in and out of Hogwarts! So what did he do? I didn't know, all that I did know, was that I had to find George, and fast.

I touched a small key that I had chained around my neck, and almost immediately, George was running through the library after me.

'Fred!' he called desperately.

'George, he took her. He took Hermione,' I whispered.

'Who?' he said. 'Who?'

'Malfoy,' I growled.

Hermione's POV:

I felt my feet lift off the cold library floor, but Malfoy's grip on my neck did not loosen. We were flown through the air at what seemed like a thousand miles per hour. How could this happen? You can't apparate from inside Hogwarts. Unless… A Portkey? But he would need the Ministry to Authorize it and…

I didn't have much more time to think, as we were soon jerked back to earth and I landed with a thud on a cold stone floor. I looked around me; the walls were the same stone and there was a deep red rug in front of me. I felt cold and miserable here. I felt Malfoy pull me up by the collar of my green shirt; he lifted up until I was eye level, and glared at me before pushing me forward. It took my brain a few seconds to realise who it was in front of me.

'Hello, Granger,' Bellatrix Lestrange purred. 'Nice of you to stop by.'

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