Chapter Nine: We'll be fine.
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"Ugh, rain? Seriously?" Draco groaned, looking at the sky and wiping off a few drops of rainwater that fell on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and just started running towards their cabin. Draco followed suit. As soon as they got inside, Hermione closed the windows and lit the fire on the fireplace, which gave the room a comforting warmth.
Draco, however, started shaking his head violently, sending drops of water flying across the room—an action which can be compared to a wet dog trying to shake itself dry.
"Will you stop doing that?" Hermione yelled out in frustration. However, the blonde seemed to turn a deaf ear to her request.
"Malfoy, are you even listening?" she said, putting her hands on her hips. Draco merely responded with an indifferent "Hm?" which infuriated the girl more.
"Urgh! You are so—will you just—never mind," she said, rubbing her temples, trying to calm herself down. "I'm going to sleep." Hermione lay herself down on the bed and curled up under her blankets. The loud pitter-patter of the rain was calming, which slowly lulled her to sleep.
Draco stopped.
Hermione woke up and saw Draco sleeping soundly on his bed. She could hear him snoring lightly, which led to a soft chuckle. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the clock on her bedside table. Three hours have passed, yet the rain was still pounding loudly on their roof. She curled back under her covers and went back to sleep.
"Headmaster, headmaster!" Professor McGonagall was running frantically through the halls in the teachers' cabin, heading for the Headmaster's room. Reaching a polished wooden door, she rapped the bronze knocker loudly against it until it swung open.
"Minerva, what is the matter?" Dumbledore asked her. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast against McGonagall's worried expression.
"Headmaster, it's the rain," she replied.
"What is it about the rain?" Dumbledore asked her.
"Haven't you noticed? It's been going on for over three hours and it's only raining harder!" The worry in her voice was evident.
"Oh dear," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard pensively. "No worries, my dear. We shall leave immediately. I will activate the emergency Portkeys. Would you be so kind as to alert the students of our departure, please?"
McGonagall gave a sharp nod and swiftly got to work, sounding the emergency sirens and alerting the students for immediate departure.
The students were getting ready in each of their cabins, waiting nervously beside their emergency Portkeys.
"In three, two, one!" McGonagall announced, and every Hogwarts student and teacher vanished, transported back into the Hogwarts grounds.
Well, not everyone.
"MAAAAAALFOOOOYYY!"
Draco jerked awake at Hermione's shrill scream, angrily rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair back.
"Granger, what the hell? I was bloody sleeping!" he bit out furiously, sitting on the bed with his arms on his knees.
"Look outside," Hermione said; turning to him, her face pale and her lower lip quivering.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"J-just look outside. Please."
Draco obeyed, although it was accompanied with incessant grumbling and muttering. He looked out the window. His eyebrows furrowed. He turned back to Hermione.
"What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"Nothing," she replied.
"Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?"
"Nothing!"
"Granger, why would you wake me up for nothing?"
"Because it's nothing! Look—" she grabbed his shoulders and made him look outside again. "Have you forgotten that we have come to this island with the entire school?"
That was when the comprehension dawned on Draco's face. His face turned pale and he started stuttering. He wasn't angry at Hermione now.
"Nothing. Granger there is absolutely nothing out there WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY?"
"I don't know!" Hermione yelled back, then started sobbing. "I don't know…The Portkeys won't work, and—and we can't even Apparate!"
Draco was taken aback. He didn't know the least about comforting crying women, so he just stood there, awkwardly patting her hair. "Err…Everything's going to be fine, Granger. Yeah. We'll be fine."
Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY OKAY I ABANDONED THIS STORY I DIDN'T THINK I WAS ANY GOOD BUT YOUR REVIEWS MADE ME FEEL GUILTY ESPECIALLY ILoveWillRiker's SO YEAH HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, READERS. FOUR FOR YOU, READERS.
Man, guilt-tripping really does work.
