To inform those of you that haven't read the author's note at the end of the previous chapter, this one starts off with 3rd person point-of-view. Also, thank you all very, very much for the reviews! Here you go. :) The chapter's not as long as the previous one, but it should be fine.

The streetlamps flickering through the thin fog began to die out; diminishing the range of eyesight. Streets were empty, the full moon soared in the sky, and anyone could only hope they were taking the right path.

Hermione, still running as fast as her legs could take, began to grow weak as her strength grew frail.

No, I can't stop now, she thought to herself, feeling self-pity. This place isn't safe...

But she couldn't help herself. Nearby, an inviting bench shadowed under a leafless oak tree.

Walking towards it and finally easing herself, she used her jacket sleeve to wipe the sweat off her temple.

The smell of mist filled her as she looked in all directions.

Not anyone, anything in sight.

She began to worry about everyone.

I wonder how Draco's doing? What about Grandma? Mum and Dad would be terribly worried...Harry and Ron...Ginny...

Everyone.

It was no use to only lower her spirits even greater, so she dug into her pockets and pulled out the pouch of cookies and the black box.

Hearing the soothing hushing from the box comforted her as she took off its lid.

A snowglobe.

An enchanted snowglobe.

Inside the globe itself, as if it were alive, swayed the ocean on a welcoming shore; a small marble slab as its base.

Hermione couldn't stop the smile from appearing; signaling that her mood was facilitating up a bit. A lot.

She caught a glimpse of something. Hermione tipped the snowglobe upside down to expose the underside of the marble slab. There, in familiar handwriting, said:

Promises are promises, Hermione.

-Draco

Her hands grew numb; the snowglobe falling into her lap, the ocean moving majestically.

Draco. Why did she have to leave him? Why couldn't she just refuse his request for once?

Hermione started to cry, burying her face into her palms, her tears fleeing through the narrow slits in between her fingers.

But her weeping didn't last for long. She immediately wiped them away and stood up again; merely walking this time.

Her legs grew cold as they treaded through the mist.

"I'll find you, Draco," she said to herself, holding back even more tears. "I will."

She headed back towards where she came from, fearing the future.

Draco

"Don't get me wrong, I have not an idea where she is," I bickered. "Besides, you see that Hermione is nowhere near me. I am not an accurate source."

Father took off his hood and yet again pulled me by the collar.

"You will help us track her down. Understand?"

"No." I faltered.

I was expecting it. Once more, he thrust his hand out of his cloak, striking meon the opposite cheek.

The cold wind blowing against it twinged my face persistently.

He walked away from me and towards another Death Eater I didn't recognize.

"He's refusing to help," I heard my father grumble. "What are we to do?"

"We have no choice," the Death Eater answered.

"What are we going to do with the boy?" Another asked.

My father smirked at me immorally and gave a completely unexpected response.

"Just leave him there. He has no chance."

The party of Death Eaters raised their staffs and an enormous puff of smoke concealed them; all of them vanishing once the smoke cleared.

I abruptly grew weak and fell to my knees, completely laid on the ground afterwards.

This was it. I had to find Hermione before Father and the rest of them did.

But I couldn't get up, no matter how hard I tried. The smell of the fresh green grass of Hermione's backyard only longed her presence even more.

Ha, funny. To ever think that I would ever fall in love with a Mudblood.

But that was the past. Hermione was essential, and I had to get to my feet.

My hand searched my pockets. I felt the plastic pouch and the brooch.

I took out the brooch and pinned it to my sweater. Taking a bite out of an untouched cookie, I could already feel my strength regain.

There was something odd with these little sweets. Any fragility would be pleased enough with a single taste.

Finally standing up, I climbed over the fence and caught a trace of Hermione's footprints in the dirt, slowly disappearing with the power of the night wind.

I followed it slowly as I can just imagine her very condition: She was lost, cold, lonely; feeling like she didn't have a place in the world.

I did, too. The feeling that I wasn't with Hermione, what purpose was there to even be alive?

Blaming myself for everything I was, everything I did, the fog grew thick and I started shivering.

Where was she?

The streetlamps produced barely any light and the dark of the night heightened.

If I adjusted my eyes to the darkness enough, I could just see an outline of a bench and a bare tree.

Hurrying along towards it, hoping Hermione would be near, it came completely into view.

Still, she wasn't there.

I stomped on the ground in anger and sat down, hoping to calm myself. She wasn't too far away, I could just feel it.

And I was correct.

There, on the ground, like it was laid there a couple of minutes ago, was a plastic pouch of cookies.

Hers.

Walking over to it, not too far away from the bench, I picked it up. The pouch was still sealed with the streaming ribbons.

Next to them, laid an unfamiliar golden locket.

She's been here. But why did she drop them?

Maybe she didn't drop them intentionally. Maybe...

They found her. Worried, I shoved the pouch and necklace in my pockets.

Pacing, running, sprinting - through the fog I went; unaware if any obstacles stood before me.

But that didn't matter to me now. This entire crisis was the obstacle. I thought that perhaps, maybe I could apparate?

Before I had any chance to, however, I heard a scream. A girl's scream.

The shriek came from behind, and it was no passerby's scream, either. Unhesitatingly, I changed directions and called out.

"Hermione!"

No response. All I could hear was footsteps.

But then, it came, faster than I could sense it -

"Draco!"

Reacting quickly; I ran towards the voice and caught a blurred glimpse of her hair, inducing me to speed up. Indeed I grew tired, but I couldn't stop now. She was so close, and yet so far.

The brooch didn't help me as much as I hoped it would at the moment - the fog was far too strong.

I screamed, at the top of my lungs, once more.

"Hermione!"

She started shrieking, and now I could clearly see she was being held by the hand by a Death Eater; being pulled away with the blink of an eye.

"Get your hands off her!" I demanded, still keeping a pace.

"Draco!" she reached her other hand out, stretching it to the point I could see pain wretched along her face.

Running and extending my arm out wasn't that simple, especially with a great loss hot on my trail.

Just when I was about to grab hold of her, just when our fingers took contact -

Hermione released one final scream, and with another series of smoke blocked my eyesight.

"No-"

They were gone. I was too late.

"NO!" I clenched my head in my hands, digging my fingers into my skin in rage, falling to my knees.

This time, it was nearly inconceivable for me to rise back up.

I felt like a failure. I've failed all my chances.

Hermione

Have you ever seen the ocean, Hermione?

So, that's love from you isn't it?

No, Hermione. I love you and I don't want them taking you away from me.

Draco...Draco...where are you? I couldn't hear his voice...see his face...smell his perfume...feel his touch...nothing.

Something cold and sturdy encircled my wrists, straining them. My eyelids fluttered open and the first thing in sight was a gray wall.

My body completely awakened and I got to my feet - but something was holding me back.

Chains.

"Huh...?" I turned around to see that, in fact, my wrists were cuffed with rusty chains. Not only my hands, but my ankles as well.

Every time I managed to move the metal would rub against my skin; allowing unbearable pain to duplicate itself.

Crying at an unsteady flow, the hard uneven ground began to prod into my knees. I've lost the cookies and the necklace Ginny gave me.

What did I do to deserve this cruel, twisted fate? If life wasn't considered a game why were there so many players? Luck and opportunity were turning its backs on me.

I was on the losing side.

I would very much rather laugh together with Draco than cry over him.

And I even thought I would forget how everything felt like if I was kept in this prison any longer.

I missed the sunlight welcoming me like a nice cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Drinking Butterbeer with Harry and Ron in the Three Broomsticks, sinking in emotional bliss every time I looked at him, the feeling of freshly cut grass - everything. I felt the lack of it all.

The thought of Draco was killing me slowly with every glance, every word; every memory. Maybe the reason Draco and I had hated each other is because we couldn't face the fact that we were in love.

At least I was.

I couldn't stop crying for his sake. And I probably even crossed his mind...I stopped for a second to think but his thought kept going on.

The only thing I could do was hope he would come back and follow my footsteps. To succeed with that chance to be my knight in shining armor.

But, history was history. You could never take it back.

Through all the madness ringing in my ears, I began to make out the sound of footsteps. Wiping off my tears resentfully, I sat up straight like nothing had ever happened.

On the other side of the door, I could hear furious rambling going on about.

"No, you listen to me, search for him. He can't be too far out."

Draco...he was in peril.

The door opened and light pranced its way inside, but it didn't stay for too long.

For in the shadows stood Lucius Malfoy, the last person I wanted to confront. The most unkind man under the Dark Lord himself.

"Good evening, Miss Granger." He set his cane on the ground, the sound resounding off the lifeless walls.

Hatred entered my system and I couldn't even stand to look at his livid face. I turned away.

"Interested about Draco's wanderings, now, are we?"

If only I could wipe that smirk off his face, blame him for everything that has happened, and leave this misery.

If only I could. But my feeble courage had taken over. I was far too scared to make any moves.

"He doesn't have a chance surviving out there on his own. He has indeed, suffered a great loss, and my associates should rid of him sooner or later."

What...? I couldn't believe what he was saying!

"But...how could you? Draco...he's...your own son!"

"He's already disobeyed me enough. First he decided to take the unwise choice in his sixth year to refuse to fulfill the Dark Lord's needs. Now, may I point out, he's been tricked into the tomfoolery of love with no one else but a Mudblood."

"...You'll never defeat the Order." Compressing my fists; I embraced my knees, rolling up into a little ball.

"Ha, I'm afraid you are wrong there, Miss Granger. I can just see it - The Order will slowly fall apart...with the main support of it all gone. Albus Dumbledore...what a fool of a man."

He was taking a dare, wasn't he? First he blackmails his own son, threatens him with death, and now he's insulting the name of Dumbledore in front of me?

"It won't be too long. You'll see your beloved one soon," he raised his cane and made his way out of the door, before leaving said some final words. "If I don't change my mind."

The door was slammed shut, the locks put back in place, and the thick sound of the outside wind resumed its slow humming.

From the snowglobe inside my pocket, I could just feel the sand purifying with the love of the ocean.

But, if it enchanted me in such a way, why was it I couldn't stop crying?

Okay. That's it for Chapter 13! Yeah, it's 12:11 in the morning and I'm pretty tired. I'll see if I can finish Chapter 14 and upload it before Saturday, for I will be out most of the day. I don't know if I'm going to be able to have access to the internet on Sunday, but I'll see. Hopefully it'll all work out.

Please review and thank you very much for your time!