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Dramione

By: xKtynx

Snape, quickly followed by Madam Pomfrey, quickly rushed into the classroom. Upon entering, Snape raised an eyebrow and Madam put a hand to her forehead.

"This can't be good…" she muttered worriedly.

Snape nodded. "This definitely can't be good…"

-

Hermione and Draco fell into a crumbled heap, gasping and muttering. Draco was the first to stand. He helped Hermione up and looked around. It seemed as if they were in the Potions classroom, but there was something different.

Hermione moved away from Draco and started looking along the walls.

"What is this?" She asked. Everything seemed to be a little fuzzy around the edges.

He rolled his eyes. "You're the bookworm here, you tell me."

She glared, and the edges stayed the same. It hit here.

"Oh my God Malfoy, we MUST be in another dimension, we could be the only ones or we could be two out of millions. We have to be extremely careful." She backed away from the wall holding pickled toads and newt eyes and turned to Malfoy.

"Agreed?" she asked. Malfoy glared at her.

"I don't need you to protect me, Granger." And without another word, he strode out of the Potion's classroom.

-

All of the teachers sat around a large table in the Potions Classroom. They were having a meeting about the "missing" students.

"Severus, do you have any idea of what potion their mis-added ingredients could have created?" Dumbledore asked, resting his chin on his entwined hands.

Snape paused to think. He truthfully had no idea of what potion it could have made. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I have absolutely no idea."

Dumbledore nodded. "Filch, search this classroom for any evidence of where they might have gone, McGonagall, Professor Sprout, question the last students to have spoken to them. As for the rest of you, notify all the houses that Potions class is cancelled for the rest of the day, and possibly further on. You are dismissed."

-

Hermione wandered the deserted halls of her school, searching for Draco. As much as she hated to admit it, they needed each other to figure this place out.

As she rounded a corner, she came face to face with an angry Professor Snape. She sighed in relief, someone familiar. He could figure this out.

"Professor Snape, I can't tell you have happy I am to see you. What happened down in the dungeons? I mean, one minute we were stuck there and the next-" Hermione cut herself off. Snape hadn't even made a move to acknowledge her presence. She moved forward a step.

"Professor Snape?" She asked, leaning in a little to study his face.

What she saw made her gasp. Snape's eyes seemed to be a milky white, he wasn't focusing on anything. She moved to tap his shoulder, but her hand went right through. It burned. She pulled back instantly.

Giving him one last inquiring look, she backed away slightly and moved on down the hall.

-

Draco stepped into the empty library, his footstep echoing throughout the room. He turned a corner and started walking down through the shelves. He paused and listened intently. There was nothing. He moved towards the back.

"Hello?" He asked, walking through the stone archway leading to the private cubicles. What he saw made him freeze.

Madam Pince was lying in between too tables, on her back. One hand was reaching up towards the ceiling and she was, well, twitching slightly.

Draco didn't even attempt to get her attention. Whatever was going on, he didn't want to be a part of it.

-

Back in the normal dimension, Professor McGonagall was telling Harry and Ron about Hermione's disappearance.

"You mean she just… vanished?" Ron asked, scrunching his eyebrows.

McGonagall nodded. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, she vanished."

Harry frowned. "Where do you think she might be? Did she go back in time or…" He stopped.

She raised her hand in front of her. "Don't worry about that, Mr. Potter. Now, in the mean time, I'd suggest you two get a head start on your Potions essay, weather you have to attend that class or not, Professor Snape still expects your assignments turned in to him as usual."

"Yes Professor." He muttered. Ron just nodded.

"Great, I'll see you in Transfiguration." McGonagall stood and climbed out of the portrait hole, leaving a very guilty Ron and an equally confused Harry.

-

Hermione climbed the steps to the library just as Draco was climbing down them. They both looked at each other.

"Have you seen anyone?" Hermione asked, looking around cautiously.

Draco nodded. "Yeah, Madam Pince seems to be having some sort of seizure. You?"

Hermione's chest tightened, Snape obviously hadn't been the only one to experience the un-known "trauma."

"Yes, I saw Professor Snape, he seemed to be blind. It was really quite disturbing." She grimaced at the memory.

"Well, do you think that they can hurt us, physically I mean." Draco asked, looking down at Hermione.

Hermione shook her head and looked back up to him.

"No, I don't. I tried to get Snape's attention and when I tried to touch him, my hand went right through him. Other than a little heat, I don't think we're in any danger from them." She looked around again. The fuzziness of where they were was getting to her eyes.

Draco started to nod when he froze, and his eyes widened in a mixture of shock and… pain?

Hermione gasped and started to back down the stairs. She didn't trust anything here, not even Draco.

As she reached a level landing, Draco fell forward, revealing a large handprint burnt into his robes. She ran forward to muffle his fall. When she caught him, she fell into a sitting position with Draco in her lap. She turned his head to face her. His eyes were blank.

"Draco?"

A/N: Buah. I MUST be pure evil. Tehe, hope ya like. Read and review and I will update faster! I promise!

-Kaitlyn