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Chapter 9

Attack

Hermione could hear the massive creature tearing across the ground behind them. Suites of armor and pictures collided onto the ground as it closed in on them, "we can't make it back to the Great Hall, Voldemort!"

"I know! We'll have to get into one of these rooms!" His grip on her hand tightened.

"There! The DADA classroom!" She pointed to a room approaching quick on the left. Catching her off guard he pulled her forward with a jerk and threw the door open. Unfortunately, opening the door gave the beast behind them enough time to catch up and sink its claws into Voldemort's right arm. He pushed Hermione into the room and stuck his sword up just in time to stop the large jaws from closing around his neck, "get into the office Hermione!"

Hermione froze as flash backs of her parents dead bodies flashed through her minds eye. The blood covering her destroyed living room. Their horrified faces screwed up in pain and their limp bodies sprawled out in terrible positions. Claw marks and bloody paw prints covered the walls of her home. She saw herself with tears in her eyes as she stumbled from the house and fell to her knees in the stree as everything went numb, "Hermione get in the office!"

She snapped from her daze and saw Voldemort being pressed into the doorframe with claws tearing through his shoulder. Hermione narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, "no," she breathed, "No!" Hermione lifted up the sword and charged at the beast sheathing the long blade into its side, "get off him!"

The wolf reared back with a howl of pain and knocked Hermione back leaving the sword implanted inside the beast. Voldemort lunged forward and drove the blade of his sword through the creature's chest with a growl. It began to thrash and throw its body around knocking Voldemort over a desk before it stopped on all fours breathing heavily and watching Hermione as she started to push herself up. With one mission in mind it lunged at her with its jaws wide open ready to sink the large fangs into Hermione's soft neck. Just in time she rolled over and threw her arm up to ward it off her neck but it changed direction and sank pearly teeth into her leg and started dragging her toward the door, "AHH! Let go!"

Hermione grabbed at what ever she could but she couldn't get a grip on anything and it continued to drag her. Suddenly Voldemort's large frame leapt over a desk and wrapped his arms around the creature's neck pulling back and cutting off its air supply. It released Hermione's leg and pulled back onto its hind legs pulling Voldemort from his feet. With all his strength he threw his body back so that he was on his feet again. The wolf began to choke and claw out at the air from the force keeping it from breathing before throwing its own body back and slamming Voldemort into the wall trying to get him loose.

Hermione watched as it repeatedly slammed him into the wall but his grip never faltered. It slammed him into the wall again but this time there was a loud crack and a yell of pain but he still didn't let go. Knowing she had to do something Hermione searched the room frantically. There was a bunch of useless trinkets, desks, chalk board, but nothing that could help. Helplessly she looked back to see it bent over about to slam him into the wall again when Hermione noticed the sword in its chest wasn't letting blood out. Without another thought Hermione pushed herself painfully to her feet and lunged at the beast catching the sword firmly in her hand before throwing her whole weight back and pulling it free.

Wide eyed the beast stared at her as blood gushed through the wound. It fell to its front paws then onto its stomach, dead. Voldemort slipped off silently and put a hand to his ribs where one was broken. His eyes were closing as he choked on some blood in pain. Hermione heard him and pulled herself over to him, "wake up," she touched his cheeks with her hands, "please."

He looked up into her teary eyes and cocked an eyebrow, "is it dead?" He groaned.

She nodded her head, "it's dead. Can you move?"

He tried to sit up but fell back in pain with his breathing labored, "my ribs are broken," he smiled at her, "give me a minute and I'll be able to move."

She glared at him, "this isn't funny!"

He noticed she was really upset and touched her cheek with a gentle hand, "I'm sorry Hermione. I'm ok I just need some skelegrow," he stoked the tears away.

She sniffed then reached over and grabbed a bottle and held his head up as he drank, "we'll stay here until the bones regrow."

"No. You need to get the supplies back," he was watching her closely.

"I'm not leaving you," her mind was set and he didn't understand why, "don't even try and command or sway me to go because I won't," her eyes were lit up with determination.

"Hermione, why? Your best friend is hurt."

She looked down at her hands, "I've lost too much," she began to wring her hands together.

He gasped slightly then pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. He lifted her chin up and kissed her lightly, "You're not going to loose her," she looked at him and smiled because he didn't get what she said, "come on the old man might have a heart attack…no wait we should stay," he went to lay back when Hermione grabbed him.

"Ha ha. Really funny, come on," she helped him up and grabbed the supplies before helping out of the door and down the hallway. On the other side of the corner a noise made them turn around. Letting Voldemort lean against the wall Hermione peaked around to look back. Two more of the massive beasts were slipping into the DADA classroom. Turning around she grabbed the supplies and helped Voldemort, "we need to go."

"What was it, Hermione?" He was watching her as she practically drug him along with her.

"Um…two more."

"Oh." They both began to move faster toward the Great Hall especially when two agonized howls echoed through the castle. Luckily they reached the doubled doors quickly; however, getting in wasn't so easy.

"How can I trust you?"

"You stupid red head! Let us in!" Voldemort growled in rage.

"Ha! LikeI'm believing that! Voldemort would kill me if I didn't let him in," Ron crossed his arms.

"Open the door and I will!" He growled back and Hermione had to restrain him from hurting himself to get to the red head.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Let us in this minute!" At Hermione's use of his full name he opened the door and allowed both of them access. His cry of shock brought everyone's attention to the injured Dark Lord and Hermione, "here are the supplies."

She tried to help him down but ended up falling from her injured leg and landing on his almost healed ribs. He held in the cry of pain. She leapt off and smiled at him, "sorry."

He smiled and shook his head, "it's ok," then laid back holding his ribs, "Hermione, what did you mean when you said you 'lost too much' because no that I think about it I don't think you were talking about Ginny, but I could be wrong?" She looked down at her wound and started cleaning it avoiding his question, "Hermione?"

"I told you my story remember?" She was trying to act like she was concentrating.

"Yes, but why did you say that then did seeing that beast again bother you that much that you say random things?" he sat up and turned her by the chin to face him, "Hermione?"

"Because I thought you were dead!" Her arms went around her waist, "I thought you were dead, there," she tried to look away.

He turned her head back to him, "me?" She nodded her head at him without breaking eye contact, "never had someone worried that I was dying," he leant in and claimed her lips with a passionate kiss.

When they pulled away Hermione was breathless and completely flushed, "never had someone to kiss me like that," she was grinning up at him now.

"Get used to it because it's going to be happen more often," taking a deep breath he laid back.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Madam Pomfrey and Albus came over to help tend to their wounds, which took only a short few minutes. After leaving Hermione laid back against Voldemort's and fell asleep. Wrapping his arms around her he allowed the Sleep Draught to take over.