Chapter 12
When Hermione awoke, she was very groggy. She didn't know where she was, although she had a vague idea. She also knew that Harry and Ron and Merlin knows who else were somewhere nearby.
Meanwhile, Draco and Blaise went back to the dungeons, and began to plan. They knew they shouldn't waste time going down to the dungeons, but they wouldn't put it past Potter and Weasel to have a spy or something in the Heads' room. Both knew that the dungeons were impenetrable. Any Slytherin would kill either on the spot, and Draco and Blaise had then all on the lookout for any members of the committee, but Harry and Ron especially.
Blaise was pacing in Draco's room, thinking as hard as he could, but he still couldn't come up with anything that could be used. Most of his thoughts would've turned into suicide missions. And Draco wasn't helping much. All he was doing was laying on her bed. Just as Blaise was going to suggest that they just go without a plan, Draco bolted upright.
"I got it!" he shouted.
"I hope it's good. You know Potter and Weasel will probably be waiting to kill us," Blaise said disgustedly.
Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise's comment. "You're lucky you're on the other side of the room. Don't act like you don't know any dark magic, I know damn well that you know as much, if not more than I do. Anyways, since we don't know where they have her, we will have to scry for her. Then we just go in and get her. If they attack us, well let's just say it won't be pretty for them."
"Fine, but if I get killed it's on your shoulders," Blaise said to Draco, noticing that he was already off his bed and packing a bag.
"Let's go," Draco said, and half-ran out of the room.
