10

            Last time: something is in the room with them.

Hermione woke with a start, shivering. It was only nine thirty, but her eyes were drooping and her neck ached. She shook Draco. "Draco! It's fricken freezing in here!" he chuckled and slid down into the covers. "Sorry, only room for one." Hermione shoved him out of the way and fell into the bed next to him, muttering a spell to change her clothes to her nightclothes. The room was pitch black, and the stars sparkled through the window. Sighing, Hermione tilted her head and leaned in against his chest. Her head was spinning. "I'll be right back." Draco muttered, getting up from the bed and wrapping a thick black robe around himself. Hermione strained to watch him open the wooden door. Kicking it, it finally fell open, and light poured into the room, forcing Hermione to dive under the covers to the safety of the dark. She waited until she could not hear him anymore to move. She leaned against the covers and closed her eyes to doze.

 Whirrrrr Clank Whirrrr  "THE DARKNESS WILL FALL… THE DARK LORD WILL RISE AGAIN. ALL ENEMIES, BEWARE! LIGHTNING, CURSES, DEATH, AND PAIN, THE MUDBLOODS WILL SUFFER!! ALL ENEMIES MUST DIE!! FOR THE LORD HAS RISEN! QUEEN AMANDE MOR SHALL BE RESTORED TO THE THRONE! HEIR OF AMANDE MOR SHALL BE CALLED-"

Draco walked back to the room quickly with the accompance of a house elf. "It wont take mores thans a minute, sirs! I's a quick elf!" Draco nodded, annoyed with the little beast. "And minutes is like-" Draco stopped. "OKAY! I GET IT!! SHUT UP ALREADY!! House elves! They never know when to shut up!" "Well sirs, actu-"  "AAAGGG!!!! JUST SHUT UP!!!" he shook the elf so hard that the ends of it's pillowcase were a good three feet from the ground. "Be QUIET!" the elf jumped out of his arms, shook it's head, and continued down the hall. Tiptoeing into the room, Draco watched Hermione's head slump down to the pillow and her sigh contently. The elf made a small fire in the hearth, and ran out of the room. Draco, still eyeing Hermione, jumped a mile when she screamed. Her eyes snapped open and closed again, and she screamed a high scream, like she was in pain. The only time that he had heard that scream was when she was being tortured in the astronomy tower. "Hermione!! Mione! It's ok!! I'm right here!" She kept screaming. Draco, now trembling with fear, shook her violently by the shoulders. Her head rolled around, and she finally quieted. Opening her eyes, she saw Draco sitting in front of her, looking petrified. "Mine!! I was so worried!" He wrapped his arms around her slim body as she began to cry. "D…Draco! I had an… a… a vision! Dumbledor… I need to talk to Dumbledor!"

Rushing down the stairs to the entry hall, Draco peeked out of the window above him. "Oh… shit!" he yelled. "What? What is it?" Draco pointed up at the window. A thick red fog was blowing in, and the walls shook from a force so great that the paintings tumbled down from the walls. Red, black, and green fogs engulfed the manor. "This is the 'frostgen spell. Nobody can apparate, travel by floo, or send any owls for the next week!" Hermione groaned. "We're screwed." Draco, drooping his head, wandered back to the room, Hermione following him.

Draco slumped onto the bed when Hermione came in. she took one look at him and slumped down next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head upon his shoulder. "It's not the end of the world, is it?" He sighed and leaned back, dragging Hermione with him and causing her to fall right on top of him. Her head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around her, they fell asleep once more.

At dawn, the fog had grown thicker, and the doors were now sealed shut with an anti wizard spell. Draco, still asleep, rolled off of the bed. Hermione, (yes, she is still attached to him ^^) rolled with him. Thump. They hit the floor but did not wake up. A small wind rustled Draco's hair and tickled Hermione's chin. She sleepily opened her eyes and peered around the room. Draco had bits of hair around his face, and a breeze was making it stick out in odd angles. "Th-th-that's o-o-odd…" She said shivering and yanking Draco's black blanket from the bed and wrapping herself tightly in it. "D-d-Draco! The wind-ow is op-en-n" he turned over and muttered something in his sleep. "DRA-CO MALFOY!" he jumped a little and opened his eyes. "Finally. Close the window. You must have sleep walked or something has night because it was firmly locked by that foggy thing." Draco untangled himself from the blankets and got up. "Isn't that strange. It was closed. I did NOT sleep walk!" Hermione thought about it. She did wake up on top of him when she woke up. Something was definitely wrong here.

Far away, perhaps a thousand miles away, Hogwarts watched a thick fog set in around the castle. Snape burst into Dumbledor's office at ten o'clock. "Professor! I went into my storage room this morning an found these!" He held up two small vials. One with a thick, metallic silver liquid in it, and another with a light blue, rather thin liquid. "What are they? I have never seen them before." Dumbledor examined the liquids carefully. "Well, Serveus. This thick one is unicorn blood, and this," he held the blue up a little higher. "This is liquid from a pensive." Just at that second, McGonagall rushed in. "Professor, we have major dark arts setting in! The fog! Why, it is exactly like the fog from seventeen years ago, when the last frostgen spell was cast!" Dumbledor nodded. "There is more to this plot than I thought. Someone, or something, must be after our head students."

A/n- Sorry! You didn't find out about what was in the room yet. Soon I promise! THANK YOU REVIEWERS!! Please remember to review! 8 days until my birthday!! If I get a snow day this week, I will post again! :: Flushes toilet three times and puts pj's on backwards- snow so I can write my story and go snowboarding- insane grin::