A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a month, I have been so busy! anyway, here is chappie 15!! PLEASE R&R!!!!! No-one has reviewed in ages! sniff sob

Chapter 15

The four students brought out their wands and raised them simultaneously, each frantically trying to think of a spell to use.

Suddenly, one of the deatheaters spotted them and alerted the others to the fact that their captives were no longer incapacitated.

Thankfully, the four of them had already thought of what spells they were going to use and immediately started hurling them at their kidnappers.

Soon, spells and jets of red, green and blue light were whizzing around, followed by the yells of whomever was struck.

A few deatheaters were already out for the count, thanks to a nifty sleeping spell preformed spectacularly by Hermione.

Harry shot a stunning spell at Lucius Malfoy, but he dodged it and shot one back. Harry managed to dive out of it's way, rugby-tackling a deatheater as he went.

"Get off of me Potter!" the deatheater hissed angrily.

"Professor?!" Harry gasped.

"Yes yes, it's me, not get off of me! How am I supposed to help you lot out if you won't let me up?!" Snape's unmistakable voice hissed back.

"Ok, sorry!" Harry said hastily as he got to his feet.

"Wait! You have to make it look like you did something to me, otherwise they will suspect!" Snape said tugging Harry's trouser leg from his position on the ground.

"Right!" Harry said, cottoning on. He raised his wand and shouted "Stupify!" as he pointed his wand, aiming at the spot on the ground right beside Snape's head.

Snape feigned being stupefied so well that if the situation hadn't been real, he could've won an oscar, or at the very least, and Emmy!

Spells were flying, deatheaters were dropping to the ground and sprouting donkey ears and sporting green, pink and baby blue hair! It was indeed a sight to behold.

Hermione, Ron, Harry and Malfoy were putting up a pretty good fight, standing back to back in a circle, shooting spells at their attackers. It would have been funny if it wasn't so serious.

Just then, out of nowhere it seemed, a deatheater came hurtling forward and grabbed Hermione around the waist and carried her off into the trees.

Malfoy gave a yell and proceeded to run after them, blindly throwing spells at Hermione's captor.

He could hear her screaming and yelling and it was that sound he was following. Suddenly she stopped and Malfoy's heart skipped a beat and his blood ran cold.

"Why isn't she screaming anymore?" he whispered. His grey eyes searched the darkness frantically, trying to catch a glimpse of where she could be.

He could hear Harry and Ron still yelling random spells, but they were starting to weaken.

Malfoy knew he had to get back to the clearing and help Harry and Ron, but he just had to find Hermione! He couldn't leave her out here to die, if she wasn't already!

He searched in the direction that he had last heard her screams coming from, calling out her name, desperately trying to find her.

"Hermione!" he cried into the night.

No reply came, just complete silence.

"Hermione!!!" he cried again, a feeling of hopelessness creeping up on him.

He took another deep breath to call again, but a cold hand suddenly clamped down over his mouth, silencing him.

Malfoy struggled against the hand, and another snaked around his waist and he was picked up and carried further into the forest. He struggled furiously against his kidnapper, angry and hissing. Finally, when he could no longer hear the battle, he was thrown unceremoniously to the ground.

"For Merlin's sake, Malfoy, shut up!" A familiar voice snapped.

Malfoy thought for a moment, trying to figure out who it was. Then it hit him.

"Professor?" he asked warily.

"Yes, now hush!" Snape replied.

"Professor! Where's Hermione?" Malfoy asked desperately.

Snape looked around himself as if searching for something he had dropped. "She's around here somewhere." He replied.

Malfoy helped him search.

After a minute of searching in the tall grass, he heard Snape proclaim that he had found her.

Malfoy rushed over to where Snape was standing, looking down at the grass.

There, Hermione lay, her hair spread out around her head and a peaceful look on her pretty face. The skirts of her dress were spread out around her legs. She looked so beautiful.

"She looks like an angel!" Malfoy whispered.

Snape glanced at Malfoy, then turned his gaze back to Hermione. "Yes, well for an Angel, she can certainly yell and scream loud enough!" he said in a miffed tone. "She wouldn't shut up, so I had to put her to sleep!"

"Why did you grab her and run anyway?" Malfoy asked curiously.

Snape straightened up. "I know what the Dark Lord's plans are for Miss Granger. I thought it best to remove her from dangers way. I had planned on taking her straight back to the castle, however, just after I had finally gotten her to shut up, you then started yelling for her, so needless to say, here we are!" Snape replied.

"What about Potter and Weasley?" Malfoy asked. "Why didn't you rescue them?!"

"I was going to come back for them. If I rescued you all at once, it would look suspicious now, wouldn't it?!" Came the annoyed response.

"Ah." Came the realization comment from Malfoy.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get Miss Granger back to the castle before they come looking for us!" Snape announced, bending down and picking the soundly sleeping Hermione up off the ground and starting towards the castle.

"But, what will I do?" Malfoy asked.

"Go back to the battle. I believe Mr Potter and Mr Weasley are still putting up a fight." Snape replied nonchalantly.

Malfoy heard a noise and turned to see the deatheaters (significantly reduced in number) coming in their direction. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that they had Harry and Ron, who were apparently unconscious and who were being carried carelessly by two burly deatheaters.

Malfoy looked frantically at Snape.

Snape's expression was calculating. He could do one of two things. 1; he could turn and run off with Hermione to the Castle anyway, and risk being caught and executed by the dark lord, or 2; he could make it out to look like he was merely keeping the girl aside so that he could hand her over to the dark lord and thus not blowing his cover.

Snape decided on option number 1. He took off Running with Hermione towards the Castle. Unfortunately, the deatheaters spotted him and and ran after him, catching Malfoy on the way and bound and gagged the boy.

"Snape!!!" Lucius Malfoy yelled.

Snape stopped running. Ok, option number 2 it is then!

"What are you doing with the girl?!" came the demand.

Snape stuck to his plan. "Just putting her in a safe place until we need her!" he replied, putting on his best evil guy look.

Lucius Malfoy's gaze shifted to the limp Hermione in Snapes arms, then back up to Snape.

"I don't think the Dark Lord will want her dead before due course, do you?" Snape reminded Lucius.

"Ah, yes, of course not." Malfoy snr replied. "Very good Snape, but now that we have her and the battle is over, let us take her to the lair. He is waiting."

Malfoy jr stared at Snape, and Snape glanced at him before nodding and rejoining the other deatheaters, still carrying Hermione.

There was nothing for it now, they were just going to have to play along and hope that it didn't come to the worst.