**Disclaimer: I do not [unfortunately] own any of the rights to Harry
Potter. This is just a fan-fic.**
North fell to the ground with a thud, the evil cackles from Blythe echoing around the room.
"Why did I have to come across the only psycho in the room?"
He asked himself silently before rolling over onto his side. North caught side of the now broken chair, pieces of it strewn across the floor, looking as though someone had sprinkled them out on purpose. He sighed and reached to his head, sandy blonde hair wet from sweat and what felt like blood. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Blythe shut his mouth and listened to the silence. Thank-god there were no others in the room.He'd be in deep if there was. Blythe ran over to the door, his freshly drenched sheets of music tucked under one arm, and turned the knob. The door wouldn't budge. Blythe considered smashing the glass but knowing this school it was probably the unbreakable type. Then he heard the whimpers.
Hermione hugged her knees, resting her chin on the top of them. She took a deep breath, the musty library air filling lungs. If that guy attacked her.Hermione shook her head and her hands dived into her robe pockets, searching for her wand. Once it was in her grasp Hermione curled her fingers around it tightly and searched her mind for the strongest disarming spell she knew.
Blythe rushed around a corner and caught sight of the girl who seemed to be huddled over herself. He looked around nervously and approached her in slow, even steps, only to be shot back by a ray of orange light. He slammed into a book-case and slid down it, breathing slowly he appeared to un-conscious.
Hermione ran past him, careful not to trip over his out-stretched legs. Thank goodness the spell had worked.The young man was strong, well he seemed to be from what Hermione had seen. He'd thrown that chair with such a force that when the side of the leg had hit the other boy he'd been knocked out right away.
Then she had hidden away in the corner, unable to see anything more.
Hermione moved to the other boy and bent down beside him, placing to fingers to the side of his neck. He was awfully cold but luckily there was a pulse. She sat up and looked at her surroundings.Why on earth these boys were allowed in here when Madam Pince wasn't was a mystery to even here. Perhaps they'd had special permission to complete work. Hermione's head perked up when she head the slight shuffle of feet.
"Damn girl.."
Blythe growled, looking slightly drunk. He stuck out his arms and swooped down, attempting to grab Hermione. A high-pitched scream erupted from her and she bolted over to the exit, tugging on the knob that Blythe had had a go at not very long ago.
"No use.jammed."
Ignoring him, 'Mione raised her wand arm and took a deep breath, preparing to force the door open by use of the Alohamora spell when she felt a pair of large hands pushing her forward. Hermione closed her eyes and groaned when she heard the sound of cracking wood.
"Now look at what you've done.I could've gotten us out of here y'know?!"
She glared at him, hands on hips.
"I was protecting myself," he declared. "Wouldn't want you throwing anymore curses my way now, would I?"
"And I suppose you don't have you wand with you?"
Hermione questioned. A sheepish look fell upon Blythe's face as he rammed his hands into his wand-less robe pockets.
"I thought as much."
She ran a hand through her bushy hair and sighed.
"Looks like we're stuck here then.until someone finds us anyway."
She groaned and took a seat. Blythe however had a plan. He whipped a Muggle credit-card out of his pocket and grinned crazily at Hermione.
"We could always use this.."
North fell to the ground with a thud, the evil cackles from Blythe echoing around the room.
"Why did I have to come across the only psycho in the room?"
He asked himself silently before rolling over onto his side. North caught side of the now broken chair, pieces of it strewn across the floor, looking as though someone had sprinkled them out on purpose. He sighed and reached to his head, sandy blonde hair wet from sweat and what felt like blood. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Blythe shut his mouth and listened to the silence. Thank-god there were no others in the room.He'd be in deep if there was. Blythe ran over to the door, his freshly drenched sheets of music tucked under one arm, and turned the knob. The door wouldn't budge. Blythe considered smashing the glass but knowing this school it was probably the unbreakable type. Then he heard the whimpers.
Hermione hugged her knees, resting her chin on the top of them. She took a deep breath, the musty library air filling lungs. If that guy attacked her.Hermione shook her head and her hands dived into her robe pockets, searching for her wand. Once it was in her grasp Hermione curled her fingers around it tightly and searched her mind for the strongest disarming spell she knew.
Blythe rushed around a corner and caught sight of the girl who seemed to be huddled over herself. He looked around nervously and approached her in slow, even steps, only to be shot back by a ray of orange light. He slammed into a book-case and slid down it, breathing slowly he appeared to un-conscious.
Hermione ran past him, careful not to trip over his out-stretched legs. Thank goodness the spell had worked.The young man was strong, well he seemed to be from what Hermione had seen. He'd thrown that chair with such a force that when the side of the leg had hit the other boy he'd been knocked out right away.
Then she had hidden away in the corner, unable to see anything more.
Hermione moved to the other boy and bent down beside him, placing to fingers to the side of his neck. He was awfully cold but luckily there was a pulse. She sat up and looked at her surroundings.Why on earth these boys were allowed in here when Madam Pince wasn't was a mystery to even here. Perhaps they'd had special permission to complete work. Hermione's head perked up when she head the slight shuffle of feet.
"Damn girl.."
Blythe growled, looking slightly drunk. He stuck out his arms and swooped down, attempting to grab Hermione. A high-pitched scream erupted from her and she bolted over to the exit, tugging on the knob that Blythe had had a go at not very long ago.
"No use.jammed."
Ignoring him, 'Mione raised her wand arm and took a deep breath, preparing to force the door open by use of the Alohamora spell when she felt a pair of large hands pushing her forward. Hermione closed her eyes and groaned when she heard the sound of cracking wood.
"Now look at what you've done.I could've gotten us out of here y'know?!"
She glared at him, hands on hips.
"I was protecting myself," he declared. "Wouldn't want you throwing anymore curses my way now, would I?"
"And I suppose you don't have you wand with you?"
Hermione questioned. A sheepish look fell upon Blythe's face as he rammed his hands into his wand-less robe pockets.
"I thought as much."
She ran a hand through her bushy hair and sighed.
"Looks like we're stuck here then.until someone finds us anyway."
She groaned and took a seat. Blythe however had a plan. He whipped a Muggle credit-card out of his pocket and grinned crazily at Hermione.
"We could always use this.."