A/N - This is my very first FanFic. It is something that I have been working on for a very long time now, but have been afraid to post anything up for fear of rejection towards my stories. But, I guess I won't know until I try. All are welcome to read it. All reviews are appreciated.

WARNING!!! From here on out, all bets are off as far as content goes. Please enter this story at your own risk!!! You have been warned!!! Let me know what you think!!! ~ EekFurby

Disclaimer - I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the sole property of the wonderful and most amazing author, J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story.


Chapter Six - Mima'amakim (From the Depths)

Hermione was shocked.

"Me, Professor." confessed Pansy.

Everyone's jaw dropped.

"And why would Ms. Granger feel the need to hide you two if Mr. Malfoy had already taken over?" questioned Professor Snape.

"I believe that I have an answer for you there as well, Professor."

"Somehow, I am sure that you do, Ms. Parkinson." drawled Professor Snape.

"Ms. Granger…"

"Wow, that was hard to say!" thought Pansy before continuing on her with explanation.

"…wanted to see who else was out in the halls after curfew, and with me giggling like the little schoolgirl that I am, I would have given the culprit a chance to get away. And quite honestly, whomever is out that is not supposed to be, should get the same treatment as we did." said Pansy rather sourly as she glared hoping that that little Weasel gets caught.

"Stupid bitch!" thought Pansy bitterly.

"Very well, Ms. Parkinson. Seeing as how this is your first offense, I will let you and your one night stand off the hook. But, mind you, if I ever catch you out after hours again, you will deal with my wrath. Is that clear?" threatened Professor Snape.

"Yes, Professor." retorted Pansy, who was trying to muster up her sweetest smile that she could given the circumstances.

"Mr. Malfoy, I will escort these two back down to the dungeons. I expect that you and Ms. Granger head back to your dormitories, immediately."

"But, Professor…" interjected Hermione.

"Ms. Granger, that is the second time tonight that you have cut me off from sending you to bed. Is there something that you would like to tell me?" Professor Snape glared at Hermione.

"No, Professor. I just wanted us to finish out our duty of patrolling, as Professor Dumbledore had requested us to do tonight."

Professor Snape was really starting to lose his patience with this girl and her persistence.

"Very well. You have twenty minutes to finish up. I suggest that you use your time wisely, Ms. Granger." scoffed Professor Snape.

"Come with me, Mr. Zabini and Ms. Parkinson."

And with that, Professor Snape, Blaise, and Pansy headed down the corridors towards the dungeons. Hermione took a huge sigh of relief.

"That was way too close." she remarked.

"I'll say!" squealed Ginny, who had come out of her hiding spot.

Draco groaned.

"Granger! You're kidding me, right?"

"What?" asked Hermione and Ginny both, not catching onto why he was so angry.

"Don't you see? It is a trap! The second you move past that stairwell, right there, that heads up to Gryffindor tower, you are dead meat." said Draco, exasperatedly.

"Damn it! Well, now what do we do?"

"Well, we have already broken more rules in our first night than we have in our entire school career. What's one more?" said Draco.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Hermione inquisitively.

"She is just going to have to stay with us for the night." Draco said dryly.

That was the last thing that he needed, was a Weaselette spending the night in his dormitories.

"Seems to me that we have no other alternative." said Ginny who was already releasing a much needed yawn.

Draco, Hermione, and Ginny started to make the descent back towards the Head's common room. Just the thought of being able to lie down was sounding better and better to all of them. They reached the portrait of where their Head's common room was located and Ginny gasped.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah, we thought the same thing." responded Hermione as she ushered a shocked Ginny inside of their portrait hole.

"Well, good night all!" exclaimed Draco as he headed up to his room and shut the door.

"Wow. Not very personal, is he?" observed Ginny.

"No, not really. Then again, we haven't had much time together. And whenever we do, we are always fighting." said Hermione.

"Let me go into my bedroom and see if I can find you a pillow and blanket to make it a little more comfortable for you on the couch, okay?"

"Alright. Hey, Hermione?"

"Yeah?" muffled out Hermione, who was trying to reach a pillow up on the top shelf of her closet.

"Thanks. And when you get the chance, would you tell Malfoy and Blaise thanks for me too?"

Hermione handed Ginny the blanket and pillow.

"You're welcome."

"Malfoy!" exclaimed both Hermione and Ginny.

They assumed that he had already headed to bed. What they didn't know is that he was actually using the bathroom as a tool to spy on the girls. But, they didn't need to know that.

"How long have you been listening in on us?" demanded an irritated Hermione.

"Long enough to know that someone has a crush!" smirked Draco.

"What? I do not have a crush on you!" defended Hermione.

Draco just ran his hands through his soft platinum hair before heading downstairs and into the living room where the girls were. He walked over to the fireplace and stared out at the flame before turning around.

"Why must you always think that everyone is talking about you?" responded Draco.

"I was, in fact, talking about the Weaselette over there." he said, pointing to Ginny.

"Not only do I NOT have a crush on you, Malfoy, but I can't stand to be around you!" snapped Ginny.

Once again, Draco couldn't help but laugh. Shaking his head, he left his familiar place next to the fireplace and walked back up the stairs.

"Did I mention anything about me, Weaselette?"

And with that, he flashed another one of his trademark smirks and headed into his room for the night. Ginny couldn't help but blush. Hermione turned around and stared from Ginny to Draco's door. She wasn't able to process so much in one day. Since the moment she stepped onto the train this morning, her world has been nothing but crazy! How much more of this could she take?

"Ginny? Is there something that you want to tell me?"

Ginny just simply shook her head while looking down at the blanket.

"Okay then." said Hermione, who was willing to leave it at that.

But only for tonight. Right now, her mind was just too exhausted for any more surprised.

She reached down to her red-headed friend and gave her a hug.

"Night Ginny. I will see you in the morning!"

"Night."

And with that, Hermione headed to her room. She opened her door and was immediately engulfed in her own sleepiness. All she could think about was heading to bed. She grabbed her night clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush. Checking to make sure that Draco wasn't hiding in the bathroom, she headed in, locked all of the doors, and proceeded to begin her nightly ritual.

Draco was sitting in his room listening to Hermione getting ready for bed. A sound that he wasn't very familiar with, but could definitely get used to. He got up from his bed and headed outside to his balcony. He loved being up so high. It made him feel free. He wondered what the view of the grounds looked like during the day. Unfortunately, he was going to have to wait on that, seeing as how it was barely after one in the morning. Draco stretched and inhaled some more fresh air into his lungs.

Hermione finished brushing her teeth. As she was cleaning up her mess, she wondered what adventures would have in store for her tomorrow. If it was anything like today's adventures, she wasn't sure if she could handle anything more dramatic. Tomorrow was their first day of classes, it was their last year, they had their Newts to study for, she was Head Girl, and she had Pansy Parkinson after her for some reason. What was that girl's problem anyways? She never really gave her any grief any other year, so why was this one so much more different than the rest? Deciding that she wasn't able to rest and relax just yet, she made her way out to her balcony.

The view was breathtaking. The air smelled so pure and fresh when up so high. The thought of being up so high made her slightly dizzy. She was not only afraid of flying, but falling. She hated heights. Always had. She so wanted to kick Harry in the knees for his stunt that he pulled a few years back. She forgave him rather quickly though, seeing as how they were trying to save not just Buckbeak's life, but his Godfather's as well. They did have a lot of adventures together, didn't they? And this year seemed to prove no different. As she leaned out onto the railing, she started to hum a song to help ease her into relaxation.

Draco was leaning up against the wall of his balcony when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It was her. She was so gorgeous. The way that the moonlight lit up her face was just to beautiful. He found that he couldn't help but stare. She looked like an angel. He watched her from his corner. He could tell that she had a lot reeling through her mind. Why shouldn't she? Pansy was being a bitch for some reason. They were stuck being Head's this year. She wasn't around her friends. And this year was their Newts. Draco knew that Hermione was a studyaholic, but he somehow couldn't feel that the events of today were just the beginning for her. And for him.

As he stood watching her, she started to hum the most beautiful song he had ever heard.

"It must be a muggle thing." he thought to himself.

Before too long, Hermione started to dance and sing to the beat of her own music. Finding the temptation too hard to resist, he moved closer to watch her. He was completely entranced with her. What language was that that she was speaking? It was absolutely exquisite. He just stood there, silently watching her. She moved with grace and confidence, as though, nothing or no one could touch her. Little did any of them know, that no one could touch her.

As she was dancing to the song in her head, she noticed some slight movement out of the corner of her eye. She knew, for some reason, that he had been there the whole time. Watching. Waiting. For what, though, she had no clue. It didn't even seem to phase her that he was there. She felt so comfortable, so right, that it made her want to sing instead of hum. She had never felt more alive than she did that night. Finally reaching the end of her song, she went back over to the end of the balcony and stared up at the moon.

"I knew that you were watching me." she said casually.

"I know." he said coolly.

"Good night, Draco."

Pause.

"Good night, Hermione."

Pause.

And with that, they retreated into their bedrooms to sleep.

The next morning, both Draco and Hermione were awoken by a very pleasant smell emitting from their living room. Feeling the need to get up and investigate, they both found Ginny in their small kitchen preparing breakfast for them.

"What time is it?" asked a still very sleepy Draco.

"It is a little after five in the morning." replied a well-rested Ginny.

"Five in the.. What the? Granger, she's your friend!" and with that, Draco made his way back to his bed.

Laughing, Hermione walked over to the kitchen and gave Ginny a hug.

"How did you sleep?" she asked. Ginny grinned.

"Most likely better than you!" she said a little too cheery.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Ginny just giggled.

"Nothing. Now, how do you like your eggs, Ms. Head Girl?" Ginny asked, grinning over at Hermione.

"Scrambled." Hermione replied back.

"I am going to go and get ready. We still have to stop by the Great Hall this morning and pick up our schedules and make sure that everyone gets to their classes on time." said Hermione.

"That's why I wanted to cook you two a big breakfast. Today is your first day, and I have a feeling that you are going to need your strength and energy. Especially if it was anything like yesterday!" remarked Ginny.

Hermione disappeared into her room to change into her school uniform and to collect her belongings needed for her classes.

"I wonder how Draco slept?" she wondered.

She couldn't get their friendly encounter out of her mind all night last night. Shrugging it off, she began to finish getting ready. She grabbed her hair brush, toothbrush, and toothpaste and made her way into the bathroom. She forgot to check!

"Granger!" barked Draco.

"Oh, so we're back to last name basis, are we?" Hermione said sarcastically.

"You should have knocked!" he said, ignoring her last statement.

"Well, you should have locked the doors!" she said smartly.

"It's hardly after five in the morning! Your Weaselette woke me out of my beauty sleep!" he whined.

Hermione just laughed.

"Malfoy, you could sleep for a hundred years and still look the same that you do today."

And with that, she collected her belongings and headed back into her room to wait.

The rest of the morning went pretty uneventful. They all had some of Ginny's wonderful home cooking and got ready to start a new day. Ginny had already taken her shower, she just needed to stop off at her dormitories and change her uniform. As they exited the portrait, Ginny and Hermione saw each other off. Hermione still had to wait for Draco to get ready.

"That boy takes forever!" she thought.

A few minutes later, Draco finally emerged from the Head's portrait.

"It's about bloody time!" said Hermione.

"I had to get ready!" he retorted back.

"That's fine, but next time, could you not use so much cologne! People are trying to breathe, you know!" she said sarcastically.

"What's wrong with my cologne?" he asked, as she was already walking away from him.

He pulled up a part of his robe and sniffed. His eyes watered.

"Maybe she's right!" he thought to himself, hoping that he would be able to air out between now and their first class.

Hermione and Draco made it down to the Great Hall. Everyone was excited. It was their first day and schedules were being handed out. Hermione made her way over to her house table to pick up hers, and Draco did the same for his.

Hermione took her normal seating between Ron and Harry.

"Where's Ginny?" they asked.

"She should be coming down. We had a slight problem last night and she ended up staying the night with Dra.. *clears throat* Malfoy and I." she said, trying to pass it off as no big deal.

It really wasn't though.

"Since when have you and ferret face been on a first name basis?" asked an overly jealous Ron.

"Ron, I said nothing happened. May we just leave it at that?"

"No, Hermione, we can't. I want an answer!"

"Here's your schedule, Ms. Granger." said Professor McGonagell.

"Thank you, Professor."

Hermione took a look at her schedule.

"Double Potions, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, and Astronomy."

"Harry and I have almost the same classes as you, Hermione. Except for Astronomy, that is."

"Morning!" said Blaise to Draco.

Draco looked around before saying anything.

"Morning. Where's Parkinson?"

"Not sure. Haven't seen her since last night. Did everything work out okay for you guys?" he asked.

"Yeah. She ended up just spending the night with us. As far as I know, we're in the clear."

"Where is she anyways?"

"I dunno. Her and Hermione left at the same time this morning." responded Draco.

"Where is Weaselette?" Draco thought.

"More importantly, where is Pansy?"

"Mr. Malfoy. How good of you to join us for breakfast, here is your schedule." drawled Professor Snape.

"I assume that you and Ms. Granger got all of your affairs in order, after last night's episode?" he asked.

Draco just nodded.

"Very well, then. I must be off."

"That was really odd. What affairs do you suppose that he is talking about, Draco?"

"I have no clue. Right now, I am more concerned about the where a bouts of both Weaselette and Pansy."

Should we go look for them?"

"Not yet. Let's just wait." said Draco as he sat watching Hermione.

"Please look my way." he begged in his mind.

As he sat staring at her, he couldn't help but get more concerned.

As Hermione chatted with her friend, she couldn't help but shake that feeling that something was wrong. She tried to shake it off a couple of times, but it wasn't letting up. She had this funny feeling. A feeling that only one gets when they are being stared at. Draco! She looked up and caught him eyeing her.

"Something's wrong." she thought.

"He has never looked at me like that before. I wonder what's up."

Without getting up, Hermione mouthed, "What's the matter?"

All Draco did was point to an empty seat at his table.

"Surely he doesn't want me to sit there." she thought.

"He's trying to tell me something. I know he is."

She decided to scan the Slytherin table. Everyone was accounted for. Everyone except…

"Pansy!" she screamed without even thinking about it.

Hermione, ignoring all of the stares she was getting, scanned the Gryffindor table.

"Please be here!" she prayed.

Nothing.

Sensing her frustration, Draco motioned for her to meet him outside the Great Hall.

"I have to go. Head Girl duties." Hermione blurted out before making her way over towards the doors.

"What's up with her?"

"Beats me, Ron. She is probably putting herself under a lot of stress and pressure again."

Little did they know. Draco tapped Blaise's arm. They got up from the table and also started to make their retreat out the door. No one noticed them leave, except for one person. They decided that they were going to follow suit and see what was really going on.

Once outside the Great Hall, Hermione headed over to an empty classroom. She slipped inside just as Draco and Blaise headed out towards her. Draco saw her head into the classroom and he and Blaise did the same. No one noticed the spy that was sneaking around behind them. After Blaise was inside, Draco closed the door and put up a silencing charm so that no one could hear them.

"Draco! Where is she?" Hermione yelled frantically.

Draco just shook his head.

"Professor Snape escorted Pansy and I down to the dungeons and watched us head to our dormitories. That was the last time that I have seen her." said Blaise, offering as much information as he could.

It wasn't much really.

"I have a bad feeling. I have had this feeling since I sat down at the table and noticed that Ginny still wasn't there." confessed Hermione.

Draco started pacing.

"Hermione, you were the last one with her. Did she say where she was going and/or what she was going to do while you were waiting for my arse to get ready this morning?" he asked, kicking himself mentally.

How could he have been so careless?

"She said that she was going to head to her room and change her robes and pick up her supplies needed for class." Hermione answered.

She started shaking.

"What if something happened to her? What if Pansy did something?"

Hermione then started to break down into sobs.

"She is my best and only girlfriend. If something happens to her…" Hermione fell to the floor crying.

Draco walked over to Hermione's shaking and sob fitting body. He knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin with his index finger.

"We will find her." he said, staring straight into her eyes

He hated seeing girls cry. You could almost say that that was a weakness of his, or maybe it was more of a soft spot? Either way, nothing got to his heart more. Draco then did something that was completely uncharacteristic of him. He pulled Hermione into his arms and just held her while she cried onto his shoulder.

Hermione was unsure of how to take this gesture of kindness from one of the Slytherin Princes. But, at the same time, it was extremely comforting.

"Pull yourself together, Hermione. Ginny needs us right now." said a very concerned Blaise.

Hermione pulled herself out of Draco's arms and wiped her eyes.

"You're right, Blaise. You are absolutely right. Let's go find Ginny."

*Gasp!*

"Ron?" said a very surprised Hermione.

*Punch!*

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON MY GIRL?!?" screamed an very irate and irrational red head.

Draco was pissed.

"Your girl? Since when has Granger been your property?" challenged Draco.

"Since now. When I decided that enough is enough and I decided that she was going to be my girlfriend." said Ron, triumphantly.

He looked to Hermione.

"Come on, babe, let's get you out of here, away from these pieces of shit." he said.

Hermione just stood there, stunned at what had just happened. She shook her head.

"I am not going anywhere."

"Oh yes you are!" he said as he grabbed her forcefully by the arm.

"Do you realize how pissed Harry is going to be when he finds out that you lied to him. You lied to us." said Ron.

He was pissed. He was pissed because Hermione lied to him. He was pissed because she was in a classroom with two Slytherin's. And not just any Slytherin's. The Slytherin Princes.

"What if something would have happened to you? It's a good thing that I followed you from the Great Hall." he said triumphantly, expecting his maiden in distress to thank him.

*Punch!*

Ron staggered backwards.

"What the fuck was that for, you fucking ferret?!?" shouted Ron.

"That was for touching Hermione!"

*Punch!*

"And that was for being such a fucking idiot!" screamed Draco.

"Okay, man. That's enough." said Blaise, pulling on Draco's arms.

"Blaise is right." said Hermione.

"This isn't helping us."

"She's right. Don't worry about the Weasel. We'll take care of him later. Right now, we need to go find the other problem."

They all agreed in unison. Leaving a crumpled up Ron on the floor, the three went out looking for Ginny.

"Should we split up?" asked Hermione.

"I think that that would be best. We can cover the grounds and the school faster." said Draco.

"How will we signal each other that one of us found her?" asked Blaise.

Hermione thought about it for a moment.

"Seeing as how the grounds and the school are so huge, I think that we should use the 'Sonorus' spell." she said.

"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Draco.

"Hermione, you really are the brightest witch!" said Blaise.

"That's my girl." beamed Draco to himself.

"What should our code word be? It has to be something odd. Something that we don't hear very often." said Hermione.

After a few seconds of thinking about it, Draco thought of the perfect word.

"How about 'Lemon Drops?"

"Okay." said Hermione laughing.

"Lemon Drops it is!"

"What's so funny? Dumbledore used it as a password one year. What is a lemon drop anyways?" Draco asked.

"I will tell you later, right now we have an important task to do." said Hermione.

"I just hope that we're not too late." thought an uneasy Hermione.

Sensing her nervousness, Draco walked over to Hermione and put his arm around her waist.

"We'll find her. I promise. Now, Hermione, why don't you search around Gryffindor's tower area. I will take the basement. Blaise, why don't you look around the castle grounds outside. Maybe she went for a walk or something. Come on, after what we were able to witness last night, I would be more worried about Parkinson!" said Draco.

Hermione and Blaise nodded in agreement. And just like that, Hermione, Blaise, and Draco were off to search for her best friend.


'Mima'amakim (From the Depths)'

The Idan Raichel Project

Mima'amakim kar'ati elaich boi elai

Beshuvech yach'zor shuv ha'or be'einai

Lo gamur

Lo ozev t'aamaga beyadaich

Sheyavo veya'ir lemish'ma

Kol tz'chokech

Mima'amakim kar'ati elaich boi elai

Mul yare'ach me'ir et darkech shuv elai

Nifrasu venamsu mul

Maga shel yadaich

Be'oznaich lochesh sho'el

Mi zeh kore lach halailah - hakshivi

Mi shar bakol elaich - el chalonech

Mi sam nafsho shetehi me'usheret

Mi yasim yad veyivneh et beitech

Mi yiten chayav, yasimam mitachtaich

Mi ka'afar leraglaich yichyeh

Mi yohavech od mikol ohavaich

Mi mikol ru'ach ra'ah yatzilech

Mima'amakim

Mima'amakim kar'ati elaich boi elai

Mul yare'ach me'ir et darkech shuv elai

Nifrasu venam'su mul

Maga shel yadaich

Be'oznaich lochesh sho'el

Mi zeh kore lach halailah

Mi zeh kore lach halailah - hakshivi

Mi shar bakol elaich - el chalonech

Mi sam nafsho shetehi me'usheret

Mi yasim yad veyivneh et beitech

Mi yiten chayav, yasimam mitachtaich

Mi ka'afar leraglaich yichyeh

Mi yohavech od mikol ohavaich

Mi mikol ru'ach ra'ah yatzilech

Mima'amakim

Mi zeh kore lach halailah - hakshivi

Mi shar bakol elaich - el chalonech

Mi sam nafsho shetehi me'usheret

Mi yasim yad veyivneh et beitech

Mi yiten chayav, yasimam mitachtaich

Mi ka'afar leraglaich yichyeh

Mi yohavech od mikol ohavaich

Mi mikol ru'ach ra'ah yatzilech

Mima'amakim


'From the Depths (Mima'amakim)'

The Idan Raichel Project

From the depths I called out to you to come to me

Upon your return the light will return to my eyes

I am not finished

I am not leaving the touch of your hands

May it come and light up to the sound of your laughter

From the depths I called out to you to come to me

Against the moon that lights your way back to me

They spread out and are melted

Against the touch of your hands

In your ears, I whisper, and ask

Who's that calling out to you tonight, listen up

Who sings out loud to you, to your window

Who gave his soul so you'd be happy

Who will give a hand and build your home

Who will give his life, and put it beneath yours

Who will live as dust beneath your feet

Who will love you more than all other loves

Who will save you from every living spirit

From the depths

From the depths I called out to you to come to me

Against the moon that lights your way back to me

They spread out and melted against the touch of your hands

In your ears, I whisper, and ask

Who is it that calls to you tonight

In your ears, I whisper, and ask

Who's that calling out to you tonight, listen up

Who sings out loud to you, to your window

Who gave his soul so you'd be happy

who will give a hand and build your home

Who will give his life, and put it beneath yours

Who will live as dust beneath your feet

Who will love you more than all other loves

Who will save you from every living spirit

From the depths

In your ears, I whisper, and ask

Who's that calling out to you tonight, listen up

Who sings out loud to you, to your window

Who gave his soul so you'd be happy

Who will give a hand and build your home

Who will give his life, and put it beneath yours

Who will live as dust beneath your feet

Who will love you more than all other loves

Who will save you from every living spirit

From the depths


A/N - That is the end of Chapter Six - Mima'amakim (From the Depths). Thank you for reading my very first FanFic! I promise that it is going to get better. Tons better! I do not believe in writing a short story. This particular piece will have no less than 30 chapters, that I can assure you. Remember to review, please! All feedback is welcome! *smiles* ~ EekFurby