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Chapter 8
It was dinner time. Hermione was in her room packing for her journey. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind. She was horrified. Part of her didn't want to leave Hogwarts. The other part desperately needed to get out of there. She had packed her books, her muggle clothes, bathroom necessities, her wand, and her cat, Crookshanks, was in his cage. She was reaching for her pictures when she found one of her, Ron, and Harry when Harry had defeated the basilisk. They had made it through so many bad and good times together. And now she was leaving them.
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At midnight, Hermione had a backpack and a small messenger bag with her on her way to the lake. Draco was already there with all of his stuff.
"Hi," Hermione greeted him nervously.
"Hi, are you ready to do this?" he asked.
Hermione hesitated. She thought about all the great times she had had here. She glanced up at the castle. She then felt a tear trickle down her face.
"Yes, let's do it."
"Okay, we've got a long way ahead of us, the sooner we move out, the better," Draco explained, "Let's go." And with that, he sighed a deep, heavy sigh, grabbed his bags, and when he saw the Hermione was ready, they began the walk to Hogsmeade.
When they finally got there, Draco began to walk up to the Shrieking Shack.
"Draco? Where are you going?" Hermione asked, dumbfounded.
"Just walk slowly and keep your mouth shut," Draco ordered.
Hermione obeyed. She was really frightened now. What was he doing? Where were they going? Draco opened the door to the Shrieking Shack and led Hermione in. Draco walked over to the fireplace, and lifted up a miniature bucket full of a sandy, gray powder.
"Floo powder? Draco-" Hermione began.
"We are going to travel by Floo Powder. It's faster, safer, and, uh, funner," Draco let out a small laugh.
All of Hermione's fear left her. This was what they were doing? She thought that they were in some kind of danger.
"Here, take some powder and get in the fireplace, we're going to the Leaky Cauldron," Draco reached out his hand which was gripping the handle of the floo powder bucket.
Hermione grabbed a handful of powder, stepped into the fireplace, and shouted, "Three Broomsticks! Diagon Alley!"
The next thing she knew, she was spinning with a whirl of colors. She felt weightless. Like she was flying. She began to feel sick after a while, but just when she thought she was gonna barf, the spinning stopped, and she found herself in the floor of the Leaky Cauldron.