A/n: Another chapter :)

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Hermione had never felt so reckless in her life. Even saving Buckbeak last year wasn't as adrenaline pumping as this. Sneaking out without Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape catching them was going to be hard, yet Hermione was determined. Harry was her best friend, and she wasn't going to leave him out there with only Malfoy for company.

She tightened her scarf around her neck, and glanced out the window of the cabin. From what she could make out, no one was sitting around the fire. Perfect, she thought. she needed some luck on her side.

"Where are you going?"

Hermione spun round, only to see Luna stood behind her.

"Just… out" Hermione lied, smiling cheerfully.

"Can I come? Gets awfully boring in here" Luna said, watching Hermione expectantly.

Hermione glanced at her watch, it was nearly 9pm, and all the others would be waiting in the boys cabin. She didn't have the time, nor patience for Luna.

"Fine" She said, mentally kicking herself for letting Luna come. "But we have to go, now"

"I'm ready, let's go"

They made their way out of the girls cabin, Hermione quickly checking the Teachers cabin for any sign of movement. The lights were off, and she hoped that they had decided to go to bed. She slowly shuffled across the snow, before opening the door off the boys cabin, and slipping inside.

Inside she could see Fred, George, Blaise and Ron all sat on one bed. They glanced up as she walked in. Fred and George looked from Hermione, to Luna, and then back to Hermione, their eyebrows raised.

"Luna's coming too" Hermione said, giving them all a "I didn't have a choice, trust me" look.

"Hermione, we managed to get a map of the area but it doesn't look good, there are so many places that they could of gone. Lots of high drops too" Blaise said, motioning her over to the bed where they had a large map unfolded.

Hermione sat down next to Blaise, her brow furrowed in concentration as she studied the map. He was right, there were tree's, caves, and random points where the land just gave away.

"Well," She said, "I know Harry's a bit dim sometimes, but I don't see him purposely walking off a cliff"

"Unless Malfoy drove him insane" George smirked.

"It's possible" Fred grinned. "Although, Malfoy's more likely to jump off"

"Why?" Blaise said confused

"Harry and Draco alone? We all know what Harry's like"

"Wait.. What? Harry isn't gay, is he?" Ron frowned.

"Oh Ronald, you're so slow! Yes, Harry likes Draco. Has done for a while" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"But, why didn't he tell me?" Ron said, looking slightly hurt.

"Because he thought you'd flip out at him, especially as he's obsessed with Malfoy" Hermione said.

"Does Malfoy like Harry back?" George said looking at Blaise.

Blaise grinned, "Yeah, I think so. Sometimes he says Harry's name in his sleep, followed by the words "Harder" and "Yeah that's good". Quite disturbing really"

Everyone in the cabin burst out laughing.

"Wonder who will cave in first. I mean, it gets so cold here. They must warm themselves up somehow" Fred said winking.

Hermione cringed, "Fred, I really don't want those images lodged in my brain, thank you. Anyway, we still have to find them"

They all looked back down at the map. Hermione felt lost. They could of gone anywhere and she didn't even know where to start.

"I think we should head for the trees" Ron said, surprising everyone.

"Why the trees?" Hermione asked.

"Well, trees have cover. So if I got lost, I'd go and find cover" Ron shrugged.

Hermione gave him a strange look, and then smiled.

"Good one, Ron. You're probably right."

"Yeah, nice one lil bro" George grinned, slapping Ron on the back.

"Does happen sometimes" Ron muttered, his ears going red.

"Right. Well - we better be going." and with that Hermione got up, and made her way to the door. She was starting to get nervous now, but still the adrenaline pumped through her veins. What had gotten into her?

She lingered at the door, thinking hard, when she felt something rub against her back, before slowly moving south. What the? She thought.

SLAP

She spun round and saw Blaise whistling innocently behind her. Glaring at him, she heard Fred and George laugh, whilst Ron just grunted in annoyance.

"Blaise, please refrain from touching my ass" She said lightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"I'm sorry" Blaise replied, giving her the whole puppy dog eyes look. "You were blocking the door, and anyway Fred told me too!"

"Did not!" Fred replied, feigning a look of surprise.

"Did too!" Blaise said, glaring at him.

Hermione threw them both a dirty look, before stepping out into the cold night. It was snowing lightly again, and Hermione was glad. Their footprints would soon be covered if this carried on, and Professor Snape and McGonagall would never be able to follow them.

"We better take Harry's cloak just in case" She said to the others as they made their way out into the night.

"That cloak won't cover all of us" Ron said.

"No," Hermione grinned, "It won't. But if something happens, I can hide under it and run away"

"So cruel" Blaise said, carefully linking his hand with hers.

"Flattery won't save you, Zambini." Fred said, "Hermione will always choose Gryffindor's over Slytherin's"

Hermione winked at him, "Will I?" She smirked.

"You really are cruel Hermione," George muttered, pretending to take offence.

They walked further and further into the darkness, the snow was falling more heavily now, and Hermione had to squint to see anything. She could just make out something ahead, lying in the ground.

She ran over to it, and felt her stomach jolt. It was a scarf - A Slytherin Scarf. She picked it up, and turned to Blaise.

"Is this Draco's?" She asked him.

"I think so, unless other Slytherin's have come out here and gotten lost." He took it from her and turned it over in his hands. "Besides it has his initials. See" He turned the scarf to face Hermione and she could just make out the initials "D.M" sewn onto the silver fabric.

"They must of came this way then!" She said excitedly.

"Why would Malfoy take off his scarf though?" Ron asked.

"I don't know - maybe he dropped it and didn't realise" Hermione said, biting her lip.

"How can you not realise? It's tied round your neck. Something must of happened" Ron said.

"Since when did you care about Draco?" Blaise asked, eyeing Ron with suspicion.

"I don't, but I care about Harry. He's my best friend."

"Then why didn't he tell you about being gay? Are you sure you're best friends?" Blaise sneered.

Ron was about to reply, but stopped at the look on Hermione's face.

"Now isn't the time to argue" Hermione said, "We need to find them. If what you say is true, Ron, then we need to find them soon"

They headed off again, although this time in complete silence. Hermione was straining her ears to hear any sounds of Harry or Draco. She could hear the twins muttering to each other, before -

SPLAT - Followed by an oomph!

She turned round to see Ron covered in snow, and Fred and George laughing their heads off. Giggling herself, she quickly hid behind Blaise just as something white flew in her direction, hitting her on the back.

"Oi," Blaise said, quickly brushing the snow off of Hermione before bending down and grabbing a handful himself. He aimed at Fred - waited a few seconds and then fired - causing the snowball to hit Fred right in the face.

Hermione wasn't taking any chances - she grabbed Luna's hand, and ran off. She could hear footsteps behind her, but didn't slow until she saw the land suddenly give way in front of her.

She dug in her feet, and felt herself slip slightly on the snow. Within a few seconds, the others had caught up. They all stood and looked over the cliff.

"I hope Harry didn't go down there" Ron said, looking worried.

All they could see was white, they didn't even know how deep the drop was. Snow flurries were whipping against the side of the cliff, and Hermione quickly backed up.

"This must be the wrong way" she said, "let's try over there. And no games, or we could all fall to our deaths"

X_X_X

Harry and Draco were snuggled up on the sofa. Draco was laying over Harry's chest, his blonde hair brushing against Harry's chin. Harry was starting to feel weak, and the cold was slowly causing him to lose consciousness. If he didn't have Draco lying over him, he'd surely have froze to death by now. He thought back to the camp, back to Hermione and the others, even back to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Were they still searching for him? Or had they given up, convinced that he and Draco were lost to the wilderness?

He nudged Draco awake, and smiled as the blonde glared at him. "Oi, Potter. I was having a good dream there"

"What were you dreaming?" Harry asked softly.

"That we were back in the Great Hall at dinner time, and all the plates were filled with food. I was just about to have my first bite of steak when I got rudely awoken"

"Draco, what's going to happen with us?" Harry asked, watching as Draco's pale grey eyes latched onto his, his face twisted in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, When we get to Hogwarts, because I am not dying here, and neither are you. What will happen? Will you go back to hating me?" Harry said, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.

Draco looked back down, burrowing his face in Harry's chest. Harry could just make out a muffled noise, and squirmed slightly as it tickled his chest.

"You haven't answered" he muttered, watching the blonde intensely.

Draco turned his head to one side and said, "No, I can't go back to that. Not now"

"But what about your father?" Harry asked, regretting it immediately as Draco flinched.

"He won't know - And if he finds out, well who cares?"

"He will find out, and he hates me. I don't think he'd be all thrilled to find out that you're dating me" Harry murmured.

"I don't care, Harry. I'm happy - and I'm not letting my father ruin it"

Harry grinned, "You called me by my first name" he said.

"Sorry, should I call you Potty instead? I could you know, if you prefer it" Draco smirked.

Harry pushed him to the floor, laughing at the shocked look on Draco's face, before jumping on top off him.