Okay I've decided that I'm going to make this a sequel to my last on, The Field Trip, If you've never read it, it's basically about romance between Hermione and Draco. If you think they're enemies in this one, you're very wrong, Just Harry and Ron and Draco are enemies.

"What?" Hermione screamed as she rushed to Harry's limp form. She checked for a pulse and got none.

Draco pulled her to her feet slowly. "Hermione, it won't do any good if you're hysterical." He dropped his voice an octave in an attempt to sooth her.

"You think this is hysterical. No, this isn't hysterical, THIS IS HYSTERICAL!!" Hermione screamed breaking into louder sobs.

Ginny walked over to the couple and placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I think what he means is that if we don't know who it is, we're all gonna die."

Draco nodded the affirmative. "Since everyone is gone but the six-five of us, we can safely assume that the killer is one of us."

Everyone leered at each other suspiciously. "But just to be sure, we should search the castle. Agreed?"

All bobbed their heads at Draco's suggestion. But Pansy interrupted him. "But there are so few of us, how do you expect us to search the whole castle by the time the night's over?"

Draco smiled. "We'll split up."

Ron's brow furrowed "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Do you have any better ideas Weasley?"

Ron's temper flared "Yeah, I do. How 'bout we stay here."

Draco rolled his eyes "Oh yes, stay here and be sitting ducks for the killer. Brilliant."

"Stop it." Interjected Hermione firmly. "I'm the smartest person here, I'll decide what we're gonna do."

Draco raised an eyebrow, but refrained from speaking.

"I say we split up." Hermione decided.

Draco smiled smugly at Ron and Hermione thumped Draco on the chest as a reprimand, but he just laughed.

"Okay, uh, I say Draco can handle this on his own so, Pansy come with me, and Ginny go with your brother. Pansy and I will go right, Ron, go left, and Draco go forward, give a yell if you find the killer."

As they all made to leave the hall the lights illuminating the Hall began to flicker and a high-pitched eerie voice began to sing,

Five that aren't dead And the little one said Kill that one, kill that one So I took my weapon and I killed just one.

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and began to walk to the door decidedly. She felt Draco's hand of reassurance briefly before they separated in opposite directions.

************************************************************************Well ? I've decided to make this a romance spontaneously for no apparent reason. This story was originally supposed to be an amusing little mystery but I changed my mind. Tell me if you think I should leave the change. Thanks. Bye.