DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, JUST VICTORIA.
Time froze when she made eye contact with Lestrange. Wasn't she supposed to be in prison, so why was she here? Refusing to break eye contact and lost sight of the crazy witch. The longer they stared at each other, the memories of the torture that she has endured due to this witch came unbidden to her mind. Lestrange grinned and gave her a small finger wave. Draco finally realizing that she wasn't moving at all, leaned down by her.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
She, still not looking away, pointed at the wild haired witch. Draco looked to where she was pointing between the two other dancing couples.
"What?"
"Your psycho aunt is here!"
He placed both hands on her shoulders before answering.
"Hermione, theres no one there."
What? She's staring right at the crazy witch.
"She's right there Draco."
He stood up straight and looked again. A person on the dance floor moved, blocking Lestrange from sight. When the person finally was out of the way, Lestrange was gone. Hermione's eyes darted everywhere looking for the witch but no matter where she looked, she couldn't spot her. Hermione pulled away from Draco and faced him.
"I need something to drink. Be right back."
He nodded and she slipped through the crowd of bodies. After telling the bartender what she wanted, she waited while he got it. The bartender just gave her the drink when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She felt the lips as they were placed next to her ear. She felt the wind from the whispered words that followed.
"Well, if it isn't Potters little Mudblood."
Not even thinking, she turned to her left and bolted. She pushed past several people on her way out, ignoring the shouts that came. All she could hear was the giggling of that mad woman. The door slammed shut behind her as she ran. She ignored the yells of the bouncer and turned the corner into the alley in which they came in. She leaned up against the cold stones of the building while trying to catch her breath and thoughts. Normally she wasn't so out of breath but she suppose that being panicked doesn't help the matter any. After several minutes of standing there, another set of footsteps was heard. She instantly straightened upwards as the newcomer came around the corner. She relaxed when she saw that it was only Spellman. She let out a sigh of relief before stepping away from the wall to meet her.
"We need to get out of here."
Spellman stopped several steps away.
"Why?"
Hermione stared for a second.
"There's a Death Eater inside. We need to leave and inform Harry!"
Spellman was silent for a beat until she spoke.
"I know."
Hermione was relieved that someone believed her that she closed her eyes. That was when she made her mistake. With her eyes closed she never saw the jet of red light.
