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Mysteriouscharm: Thank you so much again for that nice review. You may be close about the Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle thing, but you will just have to read and find out in chapter four!

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Chapter Three

Draco stood there in the dark, chilled hall trying to see what was going on and where the scream came from. But all he could hear were loud echoes of people stomping down the hall, away from where the shadow of a body lay. Draco skid over to the limp body and fell down next to it, his ice-blond hair sticking to his sweaty, pale face. He already knew who it was even before he rolled her skinny body over. Her new silk skirt was torn and her jacket was thrown off to one side. Her neatly tied back hair was now a mess and all over her pale face.

"Oh no!" Draco mumbled under his cold breath. He was about to pick her little, limp body up until he realized a large quiet crowd was already standing around him.

"I thought it was someone else." Draco lied as he quickly stood up and pushed through the heavy crowd. "Not that stupid mudblood." Draco stomped off and hid in the cold, shadows behind a large statue as the crowd started to whisper among themselves.

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"I wonder who that special someone is that Hermione is giving that expensive Firebolt to." Ron complained. "I have always wanted a Firebolt. And why was she dressed so nicely?"

"I don't know but I already have a Firebolt so it doesn't bother me." Harry laughed.

"Shut up Harry." Ron growled. "Don't you want to know who is getting the Firebolt?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't think it is any of our business." Harry was about to say something else but someone or something pushed him down.

"Well, look who it is." Said a cold, mean voice. "Potty and the Weasel."

"Ouch! That hurt Peeves." Harry complained as he rolled over and glared at the cold transparent figure floating above them.

"What do you want now?" Snapped Ron.

"Do you ever want to find out where your Potions book has gone little Ronnie?" Peeves laughed.

"What did you do with it Peeves?" Ron steamed. "Snape has been biting up my butt for the past month now because it suddenly was missing one day. Do you know how many points I have got taken off my grade because I didn't have my book?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Peeves giggled as he spun around in circles. "You must have gotten me mixed up with someone who cared."

"Is that your real head Peeves," Harry yelled as fire started to grow in his big eyes. "Or did your neck throw up?"

"Oh, somebody forgot to take their nappy wappy today." Peeves said in the babiest voice possible. "Now, Ronnie Wonnie, do you want your book back or not."

"You better stop with the rhymey whymes or I am going to shove my big, long foot up your---."

"Somebody has been around Mr. Potty to long." Peeves interrupted as he looked at Harry with laughter in his eyes. "Because somebody has a potty mouth." Then he glared at Ron as he said that.

"Ok!" Ron said in the most calmed voice he could make right now. "Just tell me what I have to do to get my book back. I need that one because I don't have enough money to go out and but another."

"Ok." Peeves said. "I have a question to ask you two potty mouths." Peeves laughed at his own joke.

"What is it Peeves? It is almost lunch time and I am hungry." Ron yelled.

"Oh, then here is the perfect question for you." Peeves said as he pulled out a large chocolate chip cookie and waves it in front of Ron's red face. "How many chocolate chips are on this cookie?" He held out the nice, warm soft cookie for both of them to see, but they both saw a different amount of chips on it. Harry saw three and Ron saw four. Peeves put a jinx on it so Harry and Ron will both get it wrong.

"Three!" Yelled Harry automatically.

"Wrong!" Yelled Peeves with a big smile on his fat face.

"Um, four?" guessed Ron.

"Wrong!" Peeves then shoved the cookie into Ron's mouth and dropped his Potions book onto Ron's hard head.

"Be-vs!" Ron spat as crumbs tumbled out of his big mouth.

"Well, that was fun," said Peeves as he laughed at the look on Ron's red face. "But now I'm late for the big toss-the-trophies in the trophy room contest and win a mean lecture and look from Filch." And at that he flew through wall and out of sight.

"Why did he give you your book back?" Harry asked as he tried not to laugh at the look on Ron's red, swelled up face. "We both got the answer wrong but he gave you your book back anyway. I don't get it."

Ron swallowed hard then said, "I'm just glad I got that big cookie down. It was disgusting. It tasted like rotten earwax. Um, not that I tried earwax or anything. I just can't believe I had to eat that cookie just to get my book back."

"Just be glad you got your book back." Harry said as they started down the stairs.

"Yeah, I saw four chips and he said I was wrong." Ron complained.

"No, there was three, I counted."

"Well obviously you counted wrong because there was four." Ron started to get very angry.

"No you counted wrong because I saw three and that's final." Harry yelled back at him.

"Do you want me to show you? I'll prove it." Ron said without thinking.

"Um, Ron?" Harry said. "You ate it remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Ron started to cool down, but then his anger shot up again. "No! It was shoved down my throat. Do you want to know how much that hurt?"

Harry was about to answer Ron but he ran into someone.

"Ouch, watch it!" Yelled a tall, seventh year Ravenclaw girl.

"Oh, sorry." Said Harry politely. But he stepped back because there was a huge crowd blocking the hallway. "Um, excuse me? But could someone tell me what's going on here?"

"I don't know," Said the same Ravenclaw girl. "But someone named Hermogony or something like that is laying in the middle of the hallway."

Harry and Ron looked at each other at the same time. "Hermogony?" Harry looked confused. "Wait, HERMIONE!" They pushed through the deep crowd and made it to the center, and saw Hermione's little cold body just lying there on the cold stone floor. Harry ran up to her side and fell down next to her. The first thing he looked at was the warm blood that was flooding her tiny white hand. He picks her cold hand up and saw that the blood was coming from her ring finger. He rubbed the warm blood away and a tiny heart shaped scar appeared.

"Ron, look at this." Harry held up her limp hand towards Ron so he could see what was engraved on her little ring finger. He looked closely at her little finger but didn't know what Harry was trying to show him.

"She's bleeding?" Ron asked with confusion. "But how?"

"Do you see the heart shaped scar?" Harry pointed out.

"Oh great, now everyone has a scar except for me!" Ron complained. "Well, I do have one, but no one can see it. It's on my left bu---."

"Ron, this is no time to joke!" Harry yelled. "Look at our best friend!"

"What do you think is wrong with her?" Ron asked as his face went pale.

"I have no clue!" Harry's face also went pale. The crowd around them started to talk a little louder. Harry looked up at Hermione's cold face but her long wavy hair was in her tightly shuteyes. Harry lifted his shaky hand and slowly brushed her long hair away so he could see her beautiful face. As his finger touched her face, Hermione jumped up and grabbed his skinny arm and pulled herself towards him. Her eyes popped open and a instead of her beautiful brown eyes, there was a bright green skull with a long skinny snake smoothly sliding out of the skulls mouth.

"He's looking for you!" growled Hermione. But it wasn't her normal voice. It was too deep and evil to be even close to hers.

"Ahh!" Harry nearly jumped two feet into the air and fell over which made her let him go. She tumbled back onto the ground and laid the way she was before.

"Ron!" Harry screeched. "Did you see that? Did you just see what Hermione did to me? Did you hear what she said? Did you see her eyes?"

"Whoa! Slow down Harry." Ron grabbed Harry's arms and held him down to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. "Hermione didn't move. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you sure you didn't just see her jump up and grab my arm?"

"I didn't see her do anything but lay there." Ron said with a concerned look on his pale face. "Are you ok? You did jump pretty high there."

"Did anyone see what happened?" Harry asked the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Asked a girl with glasses and curly red hair.

"Did you see what Hermione did?" Harry said shaking. He felt his stomach turn.

The crowd of people started to whisper between themselves again.

"Is he mad…"

"I think he should go to the hospital wing…"

"He's probably just trying to get attention, you know how he is…"

Behind the statue Draco couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe Hermione's eyes! They had the Death Eater sigh in them. And Hermione's ring was gone. Draco didn't know what to think.

Everyone was looking at Harry. Harry started to feel sick. He didn't know what to do. Everyone's big colorful eyes were staring him down. He felt so trapped. He needed to get out. But it was too late. His body went limp and he fell over. He blacked out.

"HARRY!" Ron yelled.

"What is going on?" Draco asked himself. "Why did Harry faint? What is wrong with Hermione? Who took the ring? Why is Hermione like that? Who did that to my girlfriend?" Fire started to grow in his little beady eyes. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

Draco jumped back behind the shadows of the statue again because he saw Dumbledore and a bunch of other teachers storming down the hall. The crowd started to talk louder, and Ron was starting to not feel so good either. His face went pale then a kind if green color. He was about to---.

It was too late; it was all over the place.

Dumbledore pushed through the large crowd until he got to the center and he didn't believe what he saw. Hermione was laying the way she has been. Harry was draped over her and Ron was off to the side holding his sick stomach. Dumbledore looked up at the crowd and asked. "What has happened here?" The crown went silent. Nobody answered.

"We just found Hermione already laying here when Harry and I got here not too long ago." Ron panted, still holding his stomach.

"I heard a scream and I ran out of the library and she was just laying there, just like this." Said a Ravenclaw girl from somewhere in the crowd.

"Did anyone see how she got like this?" Dumbledore asked as he walked around the middle of the crowd.

"No. But I did see Draco next to her when she was like this. He got up quickly and said he thought it was someone else and he called her a mudblood and then stormed off." Said a freckled face Hufflepuff.

"Oh, really." Dumbledore said as he quickly looked in the direction of the statue, which Draco was lingering behind. "I will find him and have a little talk with him." Dumbledore watched Draco sneak off through the shadows towards the Slytherin staircase and vanish behind the portrait. "Will someone help me carry Hermione and Harry to the hospital wing and someone help Ron walk along with us. Harry and Ron need there rest and Hermione needs medicine. She has been stunned." The same tall seventh year Ravenclaw girl that Harry bumped into ran up and helped Ron to his weak feet. Ron was still holding his stomach. Dumbledore scooped up Harry and Professor Sprout gently picked up Hermione's light body.

After they were all settled in the hospital wing, Dumbledore travels back up to his office along with Snape.

"You needed me Sir." Snape said as the large doors to Dumbledore office snapped closed behind them.

"Yes, will you please go fetch Mr. Malfoy for me?" He asked as he slowly sat down at his huge desk.

"Yes sir." And at that Snape slipped out the door and was out of site.

"I need to have a short word with him." Dumbledore mumbled among himself as he gently stroked Fawkes' soft head.