Spin the Bottle

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A/N: Hey ya'll. I got a lot; I mean A LOT of reviews for chappie 16 and a lot of u r confused. I explain it all in this chapter...don't worry

Chapter Sixteen- Daddy Dearest

'There is something completely wrong here,' Draco thought as Hermione took the knife closer and closer. 'Well, duh!' Said the other part of his mind, 'Your friend, soon to be girlfriend, it killing herself.' And then, it hit him like a load of brick. He looked up into the staircases and found his answer. "FATHER!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Lucius Malfoy appeared in front of him. "You called?"

"Stop killing her." Draco stated bluntly as he watched Hermione drag the knife across her shirt, cutting the fabric.

"Under one circumstance." Lucius smirked.

"Which is?" Draco started to sound panicked.

"You can get her out of it. Her, and the rest of the school."

Draco opened the doors to the Great Hall and what he found there was awful. Everyone had a glassy eyed expression and they were staring blankly into space. Everyone, that is, except Dumbledore, who was walking amongst the students, assessing the problem with his usual state of calmness. He went back to Hermione. "Hermione, wake up, please." He took the knife from her hands and let it fall to the floor. She didn't react.

For hours, Draco tried everything from poking to screaming to kissing. Hermione wouldn't wake up. He had dragged her into the Hall to keep an eye on her while he tried to wake up the rest of the school as well.

Meanwhile...

What is happening? The knife, Draco took it away. I'm glad. Mr. Malfoy is here too. I know it. He did this. Draco is screaming at me. He poked me! It tickles. He kissed me, but I can't get out of this dark place. I want to see him but I can only hear and feel him. He's taking me with him into the Hall. I know everyone else is here with me because I can see their shadows here. He's talking. He...he...loves me. I want out of here. Let me go! I love him back. Please, please let me go.

And then, Hermione woke up. She saw pools of gray in front of her, worry deep inside them, buried feet underneath the outside. He was trying to put his mask back on, to hide his fear, but it had cracked into thousands of pieces and she could see them scattered on the floor like broken glass. The worry visibly filtered itself into her eyes and she smiled, telling him she was all right without words. She saw blood on the floor and noticed her hand was bleeding, but she did nothing for it.

The other members of the Hall slowly awakened, rubbing their eyes like they were surprised to see light. Lucius had disappeared.

Later

"That was a nice surprise, Hermione," Draco teased, "I didn't know you were suicidal."

Hermione laughed softly, "If it weren't so serious, that would have actually been funny."

"But you laughed."

"Does that mean anything?"

"From Hermione Granger it does."

"Are you sure?" she taunted, making him confused.

"You're confusing me!" Draco said childishly.

"That's fine with me," Hermione retorted, "But, seriously, where'd your Dad go?"

"Probably to report that he destroyed you. But Voldemort will find out that he's lying, don't worry."

"And then what? Voldemort will come looking for me himself?"

"Probably." Draco said nonchalantly.

"And you tell me not to worry?!" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, why?"

"Are you really that stupid?"

"No. He won't be able to kill you."

"Why not?"

"Oh, I don't know. Potter'll probably save you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm going to bed."

"You're not angry, are you?" Draco looked genuinely worried.

Hermione rolled her eyes for a second time, "Of course I'm not."

"Good."

She laughed softly, but Draco didn't hear her. He had fallen asleep.

A/n: Why in the world would I kill Hermione????????????

And To Hermione-Granger-420, I would like a short and sweet explanation as to why Hermione falls off the banister in your story after you review mine. I'm not trying to be mean but it was an original idea and I want to know if you thought it up or if you copied. If you copied, I don't care, just don't do it again, please.