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Draco scowled as he followed Hermione down the corridor. Seamus' robes were too small for the twenty-eight year old's frame, with the sleeves cutting in under his arms and the hem barely reaching his knees. He was annoyed that he looked foolish, while Hermione had fit into Susan's robes with ease. She was scouting ahead, making sure their pathway through the castle was clear.
The pair had arrived at some point in their sixth year, when their access to the school via the room of requirement would be ensured. Hermione was now leading him to another safe area, so they might move forward in time to the battle and save Harry. If it weren't for the effect that Harry's death would have on the future, Draco wouldn't have bothered. He supposed Hermione might be a bit upset at being the cause of her friend's death too... do it for her, and your future together, he thought to himself.
Hermione held her arm out, bringing him to a halt. There were the sounds of voices chattering away in the corridor, coming closer. Draco edged behind Hermione, so that no-one else might see his ill-fitting clothes. The footsteps faded away and he relaxed, unseen. Hermione set off once more, taking a convoluted route from the castle.
When they had reached the first few trees of the forbidden forest, Draco quickly pulled off the robes and chucked them to the floor. They had served their purpose. Hermione narrowed her eyes and held out the chain to him. He slipped underneath, his body pressed against hers. Now that he could see the proximity the chain forced them into without the encumbrance of the cupboard, he smirked at her. No smile broke through her serious expression and she instead turned her attention to the time turner.
'Where to now?' He asked.
'You'll see. When we get there, keep quiet.' Her fingers moved the dials, practiced at manipulating time. 'It'll be dangerous.'