(A/N): Here's the next chapter. I hope that you guys are liking the story. Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes. Okay well I have nothing else to say but to read and review and on with the story.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K.R.
Chapter 9
Draco swished the water in his mouth cleaning out the vomit. He had never had a strong stomach when it came to death. Even with the war against Voldermort death made him queasy then and it was still making her queasy now.
He looked down in the sink thinking. Hermione's words came back to haunt him. "We're going to die" she had said.
Draco was scared. Yup. Who wouldn't be? But he was prepared. He had been prepared for a long time, since before the war, to die. His only concern right now was Hermione and making sure that she was alright and hopefully getting her out of here safely.
He sighed and turned around to go back downstairs, back to Hermione and Blaise only to find them already behind him. He took one look at Hermione and frowned. Her face was covered in tears
"Hermione—?"
She ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. Draco hugged her back and looked up at Blaise with a questioning look.
"Potter's dead" he said
Draco looked down at Hermione pushing her back a little to look into her eyes and confirm what Blaise had just said.
"What?"
Hermione proceeded to tell Draco about what she saw in the kitchen closet and how Blaise had stabbed Harry. They all sat, still in the bathroom, talking. Draco and Hermione backs were against the tub and Blaise was sitting on the toilet seat.
"If it was Potter." Draco said breaking the silence, "Then the doors would be open. I mean his death should release us from this place."
"Yeah unless he put a spell on the house so that the spell would continue after his death." Blaise said.
"We can still try."
They all got up and went downstairs to the front room. Draco walked to the door, took a deep breath, and pulled open the door.
It didn't open.
"Dammit all to hell" Draco said pounding on the door. He turned sharply and made his way to the back door that was in the kitchen. Hermione and Blaise followed.
Draco tried to yank the door open but it didn't budge. He felt a tap on him and looked over his shoulder at Hermione.
"It's not there." She said
"What's no there?"
She pointed to the wall next to the door. "The closet. It's not there. I swear it was there. It was where Harry was."
Draco looked at the empty wall, "well it's not there now."
"I can see that Draco! But it was!"
Draco sighed "I believe you Hermione."
Draco looked around. He had no idea what to do now. Should they just sit there and wait until some bizarre thing happened to all of them or what?
"I have to go to the bathroom." Hermione said suddenly.
Draco shook his head clearing his thought and looked at her. "Umm okay. Blaise and I will go with you."
Hermione raised on e questioning eye.
"Not like that. Well just stand guard."
She nodded her head and they all walked upstairs in to a bedroom. Hermione rushed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
Draco flopped on the bed and threw one arm over his eyes. Blaise sat in a chair next to the table and put his head down.
The events of that day kept running through his head and he tried to member every little detail hoping that something would help them get out of this situation. His thoughts ended up on Pansy again. God he felt so guilty now, but he became confused as he suddenly he started to fantasize about her. Sexually fantasying.
She had on a skimpy black and red panty set. That's all. He had to admit that she looked hot. Her hair was done in tight curls and her eyes were filled with lust and passion.
She was placing soft, wet, kisses on his bare chest. He moaned softly, lifted his arm, and brought his hands to her hair. She finally reached his face and gave him a hot, slow, and pulsing kiss on his lips.
Draco opened his eyes to find her actually sitting on top of him, smiling.
"Pansy?" he whispered
She said nothing and kissed him deeply. Draco moaned again. He felt himself hardening as she ran her hands up and down his chest.
"You're alive?" he asked
"Of course I am Drakie. Why wouldn't I be?" she whispered, a small smile on her face.
"Well what about the water and—"
Pansy put one slim finger on his lips. "It was you imagination."
Draco frowned, he didn't understand, "What? Well what about Marcella and Potter? Are they still here also?"
"What are you talking about? It's just me and you."
Draco looked in her eyes, "What about Hermione?"
"What about here. You haven't seen her in forever"
Draco mouth slightly opened. So it was all a dream. Everything. The inn, the food, the lock in, and the deaths, it was all a dream. And Hermione. He sighed and looked back up at Pansy.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Come with me Draco." She said "we can be together forever."
Draco heart started to race. "You mean the doors are open?"
"Of course they are silly."
She took herself from his body and got off the bed, her hand reaching out to him. "Come on"
Draco took her hand and stood up smiling, "You're going out like that."
Pansy just smiled and started to lead him out the room.
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Hermione stood at the sink and washed her hands. She cut the water off and stood there quietly and started to think about her life.
Ron, Ginny, her parents? They would never find her. Never find out what happened to her. Her heart started to break and tears formed in her eyes. She cried for about a minute or so, turned the water back on and washed her face.
She turned the water off and turned around. She jumped, placed her hands over her open mouth and widen her eyes.
Right there in front of her was al little boy. He had to be around six or seven. He was absolutely beautiful. He had on an all white tee shirt and all white shorts. His feet were bare and his face was so angelic. He had the biggest blue eyes that she had ever seen and his hair was a shaggy dirty blonde. His kept looking around frightfully pausing on her every now and again.
Hermione said nothing, but her heart was still racing. Was he here to hurt her? She didn't think so.
"You have to give up so you can be free." He said softly still looking scared.
Hermione took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She didn't want to scare him away and she didn't know where he came from but if he was going to felt them she wasn't going to scare him off.
"What do you mean?" she whispered.
"You have to give up in order to be free." He repeated
"Give up? Give up what?"
"It uses them." He said looking up "it uses them to get souls. You have to give up so you can be free."
Hermione frowned and looked at him. She still didn't understand.
"What's your name?"
"Kyle."
"My name is Hermione." She kneeled down to be closer to him. "What are you doing here? Where are your parents?"
Kyle looked down at his feet "my parents are here. They'll always be here just like me."
"You mean there are more people here."
Kyle eyes widen "No. no people, just souls, bad souls."
Hermione shook her head "So are you a bad soul? You said you'd be here always."
Kyle's eyes started to water. "No. I'm not a bad soul. It wants to kill my souls because I won't follow the rules."
"Why won't you follow the rules?"
"I don't know. I'm just a child. I don't think its right."
Hermione smiled, "so you're here to help us?"
"I'll try." He said
"What do you mean we have to give up in order to be free?"
"You need to—"Kyle looked around frightened. "It's listening. I gotta go hid."
"Wait! It? Who's It" Her asked but suddenly he disappeared. "Kyle?" she whispered sharply "Kyle?"
Hermione's head snapped to the bathtub as the shower curtain rustled softly. Was he hiding in here? She walked slowly to it, pulled the curtain back and let out a horrible scream.
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Draco's eyes snapped to the bathroom right before he stepped out of the bedroom.
"Come on Draco." Pansy said pulling his arm.
"Hermione? Wait I have to make sure she's alright"
Draco looked back at Pansy only to find her gone and his arm stretched out in front of him holding thin air. What the hell?
He didn't get a chance to think as he heard Hermione scream again. He turned and walked back to the bathroom. He looked up and saw Blaise with his head on the table, sleeping, breathing deeply.
"Hermione."
Draco pushed the bathroom door to see Hermione over the bathtub crying her eyes out. He walked quickly over to her, bent down and stocked her hair.
"Hermione what's wrong?" he asked softly.
Hermione looked at him as if he was crazy. She pointed up at the shower head still looking at him.
"That's what's wrong"
Draco looked up and frowned. "There's nothing there sweetheart."
"Hermione eyes swung to the shower head and she shook her head. Dammit, she should be used to this by now.
