The Ex-Dementor lifted his female from the ground. She remained silent as he re-wrapped her small form in his tattered cloak and put out the fire of the previous night. Her eyes drifted from side to side quickly, searching for an opening.
His female was still confused, and slightly frightened if her facial expresssions were to be believed. This displeased the being, because, as unbelievable as it sounds Dementors care very much for their possessions. Usually the possessions were not living breathing people, but the same priciples still applied.
He picked-up his charge in a bridal hold and nuzzled his head adaingst her neck in reassurance. The female went ridgid and her eyes glossed over with fear. The ex-Dementor just rubbed his nose against her face lightly and started to walk.
The path her captor was following was unclear and unmarked. Hermione quickly became confused. After five minutes of trying to work-out where she was being carried to, she finally got anoyed ang gave up. Her jacket had been ripped in her scuffle with the Dementors and was now barely more than a large polishing rag. Her shoulders were becoming awfully chilled
She failed to hold in a shiver and the man gave her a good squeeze against himself and pulled the dusty cloak higher over her shoulders. She would allow his help. Although it would seem that she was submiting, she was infact only finding a way to surive until she could escape.
The ex-Dementor was suprised by his females lack of resistance to him. With the way she had tried to repell him in his previous form, he was sure that she would have atleast tried to bite him. After considering all of her traits, he summerised that she was planning something. With suspicion burning brightly, he kept a warry eye upon his catch.
To Hermione's utmost surprise, she saw a tower in the distance. One that strangely resembled that of Hogwart's Eastern wing. She did not think that she had gone that far into "The Forbidden Forest". Hopefully, someone would see the nut-job carring her and get help. Or better yet help her themselves.
As long as it wasn't Ron. He may have been one of her best friends, but the boy's aim sucked. With his luck, if he shot at 5,000,000 eggs inside a barn, he would miraculouly blow the roof off and leave the eggs completly untouched. And today wasn't a day she felt like getting shot with a body binding curse.
The ex-Dementor placed her feet on the ground and slung his cloak back around his body, making sure to pull down the hood. He swiftly grabbed the girl again and began to make his way to what he knew would be the Headmaster's quarters.