A/N: I dug myself into a hole with that last chapter.  My sister tells me that Hermione and Harry should get together in this story.  She said that because he was always being so sweet to her.  So, in the last chapter I had him be a jerk.  Unfortunately, I don't know how I will make everyone forgive Harry.  So this is going to be my best attempt at that.

Here it is.

Harry

I stared at the fallen body on the ground in awe.  "You killed him," I muttered, appalled by the fact, but not really sad.

Ron walked over, his wand still held in front of him, and felt Lucius for a pulse.  "No.  I just knocked him out."

"Oh."  I noticed some blood running from his almost white hair.  The two colors together had a nauseating effect on me, and I had to move farther away from the heap on the floor.

"What are we going to do now?" Hermione asked.

"We're still stuck in here.  We could try to see if we could get out of the hole in the wall.  You know, levitate down, or something," I suggested, not looking Hermione in the eye.  I just couldn't because of the way I had acted before. 

"Human levitations can go very badly," Malfoy said, gazing out the big hole in the wall.  (A/N: How come most stories I've read mention that human levitations aren't safe?  Is it mentioned in the books?) 

"Any other ideas?" I asked, a desperate tone in my voice.

"If we're going to do something, we better do it now," Malfoy said loudly.  "Because Hagrid's outside his cabin."

The other three of us rushed over to see that, sure enough, Hagrid was gardening.  Unfortunately, he looked like an ant from the distance we were away from him.

"Crap," I said.

"How are we supposed to get him to see us?" Ron asked no one in particular.

"Well, there was that dangling Ron out of a window idea," Malfoy offered, a smirk on his face.

To my surprise, Ron laughed.  "We might have to resort to that."

All three of them laughed.  I suddenly felt left out.  No one was really talking to me, or laughing with me.  I felt like I had been banished from their minds.  Banished…

"Oh!" I shouted, angry with myself that I didn't think of it sooner.  "We can banish a trophy over to him!  He'll look up and see the hole!"  I felt like jumping around in delight because I had figured out what to do.

"That will work!" Hermione shouted, excited that we would finally be getting out of here.

Malfoy went ahead and banished the trophy.  We all watched as the golden glint got smaller and smaller until it bounced off the hut of Hagrid's roof.

Unfortunately, we couldn't tell if he saw us or not.  "I guess we'll have to wait.  Good thinking, Harry," Ron said.

I tried not to smile too much at the thought that they might not hate me.

Ron

Harry had a stupid grin plastered on his face.  Yeah, sure, I said something nice, but it wasn't that nice.  It wasn't like I was going to immediately forgive him for what he said.

I glared at Harry, but he didn't notice.  Why does that irritate me so much?  He's almost as bad as Draco used to be.

Whoa.  If anyone asks, I did not just call him Draco.  I did not just call him Draco.  His name is Malfoy.

"He's coming," Malfoy said, interrupting my thoughts, thank God.  "Hagrid's coming!  We're getting out of here!"

After a chorus of cheers and Hermione hugging everyone (including Harry), we all gathered to watch Hagrid's slow movements up to the castle.

(A/N: This could have been the end, you know.  But that would be way to short, and seeing as this is the last chapter, you get more.)

"You know this could be the end of the story," Hermione said.  "Everything is going our way.  We're all still alive.  The bad guy is disabled.  We're about to be rescued.  Everything is perfect."

I wonder if Hermione ever notices that she sounds like a badly written book.  "Or some of our ways," I said with a pointed look at Malfoy.  Hermione had explained to me that she liked Malfoy better in that way then she did either Harry or me.

Now, one might think that I would be a bit bitter about this.  Well, I am.  But I know that she'll eventually choose me.  In the end, she'd rather be with me.  After all, I've been her best friend for years.  She gets along best with me.

She's got to pick me.

Right?

Hermione

I smiled at Ron's comment.  We had talked it out while we were in the bathroom and I knew he understood.

I hadn't, on the other hand, spoken to Harry.  And I'm not sure I want to.  It wasn't that I didn't want to see Harry anymore.  After all, he was my best friend and I didn't want that to change.  Just like it didn't change with Ron.

I took Draco's hand in mine as we all watched Hagrid's path up to the school (A/N: It's a very long path).

Hagrid walked until he was right under the hole in the wall, looking up at us.  "Who's up there?" he shouted.

"It's us, Hagrid!" Ron's voice came.  "Hermione, Malfoy, Harry, and I are up here!."  (A/N: That sentence really sounds funny, but I think it's grammatically correct.)

"What are ya doin' up there?"

"Just get up here!" Draco yelled.  "Stupid oaf," he muttered.  I slapped him playfully on the arm.

He grabbed my hand to prevent me from hitting him again, and lowered his mouth to mine.

The precious moment was interrupted by gagging noises made, to my surprise, by both Harry and Ron.

Maybe this would work out after all.

Draco

Could anyone be as annoying as Hermione's friends.  Potter is a big arrogant brat and Hagrid is a stupid clumsy oaf.  I don't get why she likes them so much.

To sum up, Hagrid and Dumbledore opened the door for us a few minuets later.  They brought us immediately to the kitchens, and then to Madame Pomphrey.  She was very unhappy about that of course.

My father was taken into custody by the Ministry.  The trial will be held in a week, and I am defiantly not afraid to testify.

Potter went back into hiding.  There may be one less insane criminal off the streets, but Voldemort was still out there.

Weasley, Hermione and I spent the rest of the break in the Great Hall or library playing chess.  I don't think I beat Weasley once.

Christmas break ended two days after we got out.  The school was soon flooded with nosy students who wanted to here about how I and the girl I hated most got together.

Well, those snooping kids got told some wild tales, believe me.  I never told two people the same thing.  Needless to say, they were all very confused when I was done with them.

I won't forget what I learned in the trophy room.  Those few days will always be on my mind, whether I want them to or not.

Potter and Weasley are the parts I don't want to remember.  But, in a way, we're bonded by those events.  The life-threatening danger brought us closer together.

What was it I told one person?  All three of us went after a prize that night, but only one of us could bring home The Trophy.

And I got her.

A/N: Yes, it is short!  It was full of stuff for the sequel.  You know, hints of plots and themes.  Does everyone get the name now?  That is what I was thinking about when I first started to write this.  I hope you all like this.

I will write a sequel, if you hadn't figured it out yet.  I got eight requests, so I will.  After I finish my other stories, though.  We're way behind.  You can go read something else of ours while your waiting though.