Hi! What's up? Okay, just so you know, I had this Model of the United Nations program coming up and since I had to do a lot of research and studying I didn't update for a while so, don't get mad at me. Blame it on them. Well, I don't know if it's my writing or it's that you don't like my story but I only got 3 REVIEWS! I would like to thank the people that actually care for this story: merlinsmagic, natyslacks and ProwlingKitKat. I hope some people take after you and learn to review! Since I prefer and it's more comfortable, I'm going to keep writing in POV. Well, on with this thingy!

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FLASHBACK

 "You can go see her if you want. Some people say that when a person is unconscious or in a coma, they can still hear you. I'm not saying she will but it's worth a try. She's in the private room." Mdm. Pomfrey said as she turned away. "The one neither one of you seem to get out of." he heard her mutter when she was walking to tend the 1st year.

In part, she was truthful. Neither Draco nor Hermione had had 2 weeks together without one of them being in the hospital wing. You could blame that to Harry, Ron, quidditch or a Slytherin. They never had a moment of peace. Some unexpected thing or person always ruined it.

While he was walking towards the room, he noticed that there were more people in the Hospital Wing than normal. What seemed to be all the Slytherin and Gryffindor first years were being treated with boils, skin eruptions or some type of little balls in their faces… Draco, already having enough problems to last him a lifetime, didn't put too much attention to it and made it out to be a potions class gone wrong.

When he reached the room he realized that she was asleep or unconscious. He pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat next to her bed. He took her hand and caressed it as he cried openly for the 100th time. It seemed to be that she had changed him more than he himself knew. He had never cried before, not even when his father had beaten him. Now, he cried whenever something came up.

He stayed there for what seemed to be hours and he eventually fell asleep with his head in the bed and her hand still in his. He never heard the door open and never saw the glare a certain Harry Potter gave him before turning away and leaving.

END FLASHBACK

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Chapter 21:

HERMIONE'S POV

I woke up and felt someone in my lap and something holding my hand. I sat up to see Draco calmly sleeping with his hand in mine. He looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake him up so I decided to inspect my surroundings: bed, monitor, chair and baby blue walls. This was the private room in the Hospital Wing. Of course I remember it, having been here many times before. It seemed like I was a magnet for trouble.

Searching my brain as to why I was here, I recalled last night's events: Jones, Pansy, sleeping spell and nothingness. Well, something must have happened. What, I don't know and I wanted to find out. Some Slytherins are going to be in serious problems. I just put that aside and returned to my favorite hobby: watching Draco.

It was like he was one of those movies that you could watch again and again and you would never get tired of them, like a million things in one, like nothing or no one else in this universe. I sat there staring at him for God knows how much, when he woke up.

I sat there, not moving, waiting to see his reaction. He was always so loving when I was sick and he treated me like it was the first time in years we had seen each other when I got better. That was his exact reaction.

"Mione!" he said sitting up better to see me, "you're okay! You got me so worried!" he said while embracing me in a rib-cracking hug. I'm not kidding when I say rib cracking.

"Ow!" I said as I couldn't feel any of my bones and no longer could breathe. Looks like his quidditch training paid off. His reflexes were good too because the instant I opened my mouth, he let me go as if I were a hot pan or a precious crystal about to break.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! It's just that-" I quickly cut him off with a kiss and he returned it. It was like we had never kissed and we wanted each other so badly.

"Hi Drake." I said after we broke it off, panting from the loss of air.

"Hi." He said blushing. "So, you feeling any better. Madam Pomfrey said you wouldn't wake up in days and here you are!" he said while looking at me with his eyes wide in amazement.

"Love can do magic too you know." I said knowingly. "So, what have I missed? Anything out of the ordinary?" I said while resting my head in the pillows.

"Well, do you want the whole story?" he said while looking down, like in shame.

"Yup. Every single detail you know."  I said as I prepared myself mentally for the story to come.

"Well, after dinner, Ginny went into the Common Room…" as I listened to the details from his part, I tried to remember what happened after Jones put the sleeping spell on me but I couldn't gather anything except waking up in a dark place and falling asleep again. "And then they brought us here." He finished lamely. I was trapped for 2 and ½ hour

"Oh. So, somebody's in trouble." I said just as I felt myself swoon and being caught by Draco.

"Are you okay?" he asked when I was sitting up again, worry being extremely noticeable in his voice.

"Yeah. It's just that so many problems going on is causing me a major headache. Nothing to worry about." I said to calm his mounting nerves.

We sat there talking until Ron and Ginny came in and Draco had to leave to take some potion for his "head". Don't ask me why. Ron and Ginny talked to me for sometime, none of them touched the subject of last night's events. It seemed as though they were scared that I might blow up or something because the only thing they seemed to talk about was school… something they (especially Ron) didn't like much. I kept that thought to myself and kept on the charade.

Harry never showed up, not that I cared for that worthless piece of human anymore. He could go to another universe for all I cared. But, without him, there might not be a world, considering his relation to Voldemort so; best leave that possibility out of the way. When I was tired of talking about school (Yes, I, Hermione Granger, can GET TIRED of talking about school) I decided to bring up the untouched subject.

"Hey guys, can you tell me what happened yesterday, you know, your version?" I said while looking intently at them.

"Our version of what Mione, a long day of classes and a boring night in the Common Room?" Ginny said looking perplexed. I didn't believe anything she said so I kept insisting.

"Come on, I'm not going to get mad at you for something that's not your fault. You can tell me!" I said now genuinely curious.

"Nothing happened Mione. Oh, Snape left a 3 foot essay of the uses of Wolfsbane but that's nothing out of the ordinary." Ron said looking confusedly and worriedly at me.

"Wait, don't you remember? Me getting kidnapped and getting buried alive? Don't you recall anything?" I said, wanting to know if this was a charade or it was true.

"No. You've been here all the time! Are you feeling okay Hermione? Do you have a headache or something?" Ron said looking even more worried at me. Now, I was plainly confused. Maybe they got their memory removed so they wouldn't remember anything that happened but, why do that? Did something stranger than the ordinary strange happen? Maybe they saw something they shouldn't have or maybe something too traumatic happened. I had to ask Dumbledore about it. Now.

"Yeah. Actually, I think I have too big a headache for Mdm. Pomfrey to handle. Maybe I should go to Dumbledore. He should know what to do." I said, putting an excuse to my leave.

"Yeah. We'll see you later. Hope they let you leave soon. It's not the same without you." Ginny said while getting up from her chair.

They left and I went to Dumbledore's office, being smart enough to leave without Pomfrey noticing. Even though I got a lot of weird looks from other students for running through the halls in a hospital robe, I didn't meet a teacher so I didn't get in more trouble.

"Chocolate Every Flavor Beans." I said to the gargoyle and watched it leap aside revealing the spiraling staircase. I made my way up and knocked the door.

"Come in." said Dumbledore's muffled voice. I opened the door and made my way to his desk.

"Ms. Granger, what are you doing out of the Hospital Wing? I thought you weren't to be released until tomorrow." He said in an almost disapproving voice.

"I came here to ask why Ron and Ginny don't know what happened to me. I thought they were the first ones to know I was kidnapped!" I asked taking a seat without being asked.

"Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked with a sigh. I took one and popped it in my mouth.

"Well, they were the first ones to know. Ms. Weasley was the one who found the note in your bed. I'm afraid we had to erase that memory because of a certain obstacle we encountered." He said putting together the temple of his thin, long fingers.

"And can you tell me what it is?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Well, I'm sure you've read about the coffin of noitcetorp." He said calmly while searching for something in his cabinet and motioning me to follow him.

"Of course but what does that have to do with this?" I asked getting up.

"You were buried in it." He said taking out his Pensieve. "Would you please look here?"

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"I think I found something." They all heard Draco shout. Draco started digging rapidly and he discovered a red, metal coffin with an inscription in the front.

"There's a red coffin in here. Do you think we could lift it with a simple Levitating Spell?" Draco shouted up at the others. He then heard some murmurs of agreement and got out of the way so Dumbledore could do the spell since he was too tired to even do that.

After the coffin was in stable grounds, they were able to read the inscription, which, apparently, was in some Latin or Spanish language. It read:

Eht tsom suoicerp gniht ni eht dlrow si ni siht niffoc, erac rof ti dna uoy lliw eb dedrawer. Mrah ti dna uoy lliw eb desruc. Eb denraw.

The professors were looking at the coffin with extreme amazement, as if it were filled of galleons or made of them. When the Weasley's noticed this, they looked at the coffin perplexedly, as if to notice what was their amazement. Draco, on the other hand, just stood staring blank

"Professors, what's wrong? Shouldn't we open this?" said Ginny looking back at the professors.

"Minerva, do you really think this is the coffin? I mean, how could a student get a hold of this kind of instrument. The possibilities are immense, unless, they are doing this under someone's orders. And, if so, why would they want to harm her and enlighten her at the same time?" Dumbledore said while still staring at the coffin.

"I don't know. I really think that they are working under orders. Whose, I don't know. If not, then I'm afraid we're not dealing with a student. And why would they do good and bad a t the same time… There is an evil scheme to this." As McGonagall said this, Draco was already moving towards the coffin in discussion with no one noticing him due to the talking. He passed a finger on top of the words in the front of it and the coffin glowed red and lifted itself from the ground.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't touch that!" said a panic looking Dumbledore but, alas, it was too late for Draco had already started opening it when it landed on ground.

Then top slid off and he saw what he was expecting and needing to see for what seemed to be an eternity (but it was only a couple of hours). Hermione Granger was lying there, with a pallid, almost gray, face and, clearly, unconscious or even dead. He rapidly pulled her out and, with the little strength he had left, started making his way out of the forest and to the Hospital Wing. The others were looking at him with mixed feelings: happy, that they had found Hermione, confused, (as in the Weasleys) by the utter amazement their professors had shown at the sight of the rare coffin and horror, (as in the Professors) that Malfoy had just opened what might be his own grave in a few hours, days or even years.

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"Oh my God, I was buried in coffin of noitcetorp!" I asked feeling a bit scared myself of what the consequences of that could be.

"I'm afraid you were and even though your friends might not know anything about that, except maybe Mr. Malfoy, it might affect them greatly as you may know the consequences the coffin brings. So, while we try to find a counter curse to what the coffin cast on you, we erased their memories so they would not have that in their minds to lead them into more trouble. I'm afraid we might have to erase your memory on this incident too. It's for the best and you won't have that to add to your list of school incidents." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Okay but I just hope it doesn't erase everything from these past few days." She said remembering her conversation with Draco in the Hospital Wing.

"Don't worry, it won't. Obliviate"

AN: Lousy, I know. Sue me if you can but please review. My review rate has dropped immensely. I hope to get more and after this school project ends I hope to have more time to write fanfics! Ciao, Alannah