A/N: This chapter is a bit longer because internet wasn't working in my class and all I could do to pass the time was edit this.  Maybe it's better then my other ones because I thought about it a bit more, or maybe is still sucks.  Anyways, read it, and tell me!

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Harry

I lay on the floor of the Trophy room.  It was cold and the floor was hard, but there was no alternative.

Hermione had locked herself in the bathroom as soon as the Death Eaters left.  I didn't blame her, but I was very glad that there was a small potted plant in the room.

Ron and Malfoy were asleep, also on the floor.  I always thought they were lucky that they could fall asleep so easily.  Unlike me, who stays awake for hours, dreading the dreams that come over me so quickly.  The dreams that involved people I loved dying.  Ron, the Weasleys, Sirius.  And Hermione.

I had just closed my eyes, hoping that the night would pass quickly when I heard a small creak.

I opened my eyes to see a small sliver of light dance across the room as Hermione opened the bathroom door.

I don't know what kept me from sitting up then to speak to her, but I wish I had.  I wish I hadn't let her close the door and walk quickly across the room to where Malfoy lay.

I could faintly see from the light protruding from the cracks around the bottom of the bathroom door.

Ron slept closer to me, where as Malfoy lay near the back wall.

He did not get up, but I saw his head lift and his eyes come in contact with Hermione's.  I saw him motion for her to come nearer.  And I saw her snuggle up against his chest.

"How are you?" I heard his drawl, though not sounding as obnoxious as usual.

"Just great.  I'm going to end up killing two of the three people I want to live more then anything."

"I know."  I saw him run a hand gently through her hair.  "It will all work out in the end."

"How?" I heard her desperate voice.  "How can I bear to see any of you dead?  How can I live with the fact that if it weren't for me, they'd still be alive?  How can –"

Malfoy interrupted her last question with a kiss.  I felt my hands clench into fists, but I didn't move.  I didn't blink.  I was waiting for her to slap him, hoping against hope that she would make him stop.

But she didn't.  Her hands moved up around his neck as she gently responded.  The kiss grew deeper and deeper and lasted for a few minuets.

Finally she broke it off.  "Don't do that."

I took a breath of relief.  You tell him, Hermione, I thought.

"Don't try to make this better.  It's not going to get better," she persisted, her voice trying to stay quiet.

"Yes, it will.  I will make it get better.  We will find a way out of this room, and we will get help."

"How?"

"Don't worry about it," he comforted her, pulling her into his arms for another kiss.

I couldn't stand this.  I couldn't sit here and watch this happen.  I stood up, preparing to jump Malfoy and break his face.  Just as I started to move my feet, and orange blur shoot past my left side.

Ron

I dove at Malfoy for what seemed the thousandth time in the past few days.  Again, he expected nothing and I took him by complete surprise.

I remembered how I had felt yesterday, before I found the secret door.  I remembered how I felt a few hours ago, when I found out about Hermione and him.

And I let all of my feelings take action.

I grabbed Malfoy's head and pulled it away from Hermione's.  Unfortunately, I overestimated the distance between the him and the wall, and ran both of us headlong into it.

It took both of us a second to recover, but as soon as I had, I jumped on him again.

He struggled beneath me, trying to get free of the hold my knees had on his chest.  He succeeded by pulling one arm free and punching me in the stomach.

I staggered backward as he moved away from me, toward Hermione.

"Don't…touch…her," I gasped for lack of breath.

"Don't beat me up!" he complained.

To my infuriation, Harry laughed.  "The clause for Neanderthals.  'You no touch Og's girl.'  'You no hurt Bob.'"  Harry, still chuckling, walked around the group to lean on the door.  "Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?"

"Yes!" All three of us cried. 

Hermione let out an exasperated breath.  "Harry, God knows we love your sense of humor, but this is not the time for it."

"I don't see why your so lackadaisical about this," I commented.

"Careful with that word; you could choke on it."

"Oi!  If Harry gets scolded, why doesn't Malfoy?" I complained.

"Because she likes me better," Malfoy smirked.  Harry and I glared intensely at him.

"Ron did have a good question, though," Hermione states, still ignoring Malfoy's comments.  "No one else is making jokes."

"Because," Harry started.  "Who's the one she's loved for years?"

Hermione turned a deep scarlet.  "Harry, please."

"You actually liked Potter?" Malfoy exclaimed.  If it made Malfoy unhappy, I don't really care that Harry just said I have no chance.  Wait, yes I did.

"She doesn't feel that way anymore, Harry.  She told me so." I tried to keep a grin from spreading across my face.

"Right after you told me I did," she muttered.  "Don't you all get it?  I can't do this!  I can't decided between you guys!" Her tone had changed and she was yelling now.  "I can't just let you guys die.  I can't choose which one of you will live.  I can't hurt any of you!"

"Just pick Harry or me, and stop worrying about hurting Malfoy's feelings.  He hasn't got any." I commented.  I probably sounded rather bitter, but that was fine with me, because I felt bitter.

"Could you stop being a pain in the arse for a few minutes?" Malfoy suggested.

"Bugger off, Malfoy.  I don't see how you got yourself into this situation, but I would rather that you left."

"Ron.  Hermione," Harry said from the doorway.

"That's just too damn bad, Weasley.  I don't know how I got tangled up in this mess, myself.  But at least it makes you upset."

Hermione went over to Harry.

"Ron," Harry said once more.

"You annoy the shit out of me, you know that!"

"Ron!" Harry shouted now.

"What the bloody hell is it, Harry?"

"Look at the door," Hermione said quietly.

Hermione Ron and Draco turned to the door, the same time.  Their faces showed the same reaction mine had had.

The door was glowing bright red.

"What the hell…" Draco started.

"I've read about this.  It the prison spell."  I spun toward the boys, expecting to see apprehension on their face.

"Hermione, your talking to us.  You might want to elaborate."

"It's a spell used on the minor prisons," I started to explain.

"Minor prisons?" Harry interrupted.

"Not everyone goes to Azkaban," Draco said, more sarcastically then necessary.

"Exactly.  The people who Mr. Weasley deals with have to pay a fine.  If they skip the fine, the get put in a minor prison for a few months.  This spell enables the door to open only from the outside.  All we need to do is contact someone out there!"  My voice grew louder as I became more excited.

"We should make sure that this is the right spell.  We don't want to hurt whoever we get," Harry cautioned.

"Good idea.  Draco, what exactly did you see when you walked out?"  I turned my attention to him.

He paused for a moment before he said, "Filch."

"You saw Filch?"

"Isn't he a squib?"

"Maybe Mrs. Norris did it."

"Can cats do spells?

"Maybe.  There could be some cat language that enables cats to speak in Latin.

Ron and Harry seemed to think that this conversation was hilarious and ensued on laughing hysterically.

I, who did not think this was in any way funny, pulled Draco into one of the far corners, so we could not be heard if we whispered.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Why didn't you mention Filch before?  Are you hiding something, Draco?"

He bluntly answered me.  "Yes."

I furrowed my brow as I looked at him.  Since he was hiding something, why did he just flat out tell me?  He wasn't making any sense at all.

Before I could ask him anymore, he had gone to the far wall and said "Ruducto!"

The wall burst open into a whole the size for us to walk through.  Unfortunately, we were fifty feet off the ground and were just provided for a view of the Hogwarts grounds.

"What are you doing?"

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Ron yelled from the other side of the room, his attention no longer on Filch.

"What does it look like I'm doing, you daft prick?  I'm getting Hagrid."

Draco

Yes, I may have changed over the past two days, but I still wasn't going to admit that I locked us all in here.  That I was the one who endangered all of our lives.  I mean, come on!

Getting Hagrid seemed to be the logical thing to do.  After all, he was a big idiot with no where else to be.

I strode purposely over to the and of the floor and gazed off onto the Hogwarts grounds.

"And how does blasting a big hole in the wall help?" Potter shouted.

I turned to him.  "Dunno.  I haven't thought that far out, yet."

"You could put the Dark Mark into the sky.  Bet that'll attract some attention," Weasley muttered, his voice full of hate and anger.

"Or we could hang you by your feet and dangle you out the window.  Your hair would attract the same amount of attention," I said back, just as testily.

"I think the Dark Mark would help more," Potter commented, moving to stand next to Weasley.

"Keep talking, Potter." I moved menacingly toward the two of them.

"I'm about to string you all up by your dicks and hang you outside.  Maybe that will attract some attention from Hagrid," Hermione said with a glare.  I turned toward her and raised an eyebrow.  She blushed a pretty pink before continuing.  "If you all could stop fighting for a little while so we can FIGURE OUT WHAT THE BLOODY HELL TO DO!"

I smirked at Potter and Weasley's shocked expressions.  The seemed to be frightened of Hermione's sudden explosion.  I always found the outburst kind of cute.

"Now, why don't you summon your Firebolt, Harry."

Potter, sheepishly, picked up his wand.  "Accio!" He shouted and we waited.  And waited.  We waited patiently for the broom to fly into Harry's ready hand.

But it didn't.

"Try your broom, Draco," Hermione ordered.

I could easily picture my Nimbus 2001 sitting in my closet.  I closed my eyes and said the word.  "Accio!" Nothing happened again.

"I wouldn't bother with that if I were you," said the cold, cruel voice of my father from the bathroom doorway.

A/N: And you thought we got rid of Lucius.  Ha!  It was a kinda action packed chapter.  There was less Death Eaters and more of the good, ole, Soap Operaish stuff we all love!  Well, the Death Eater junk came back in the end, but you get the point.

Next chapter should have the final solution in getting out of the room.  After that will be an epilogue.  Then it's the end!  If you want a sequel, say so, and I'll see if I have time after I finish all my other stories.  We're kind of over run at the moment with other fics.

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