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Last Time:
One man whispered the rest nodding in agreement.
Hermione gasped at the name. He wouldn't sink so low as to try and kill her just because she was a Muggle-born, would he?
"Draco Malfoy?"
All the men looked at each other again. Dumbledore was the only one to chuckle. His eyes held that same old sparkle they always did. He shook his head no.
"No no my dead girl, not Draco Malfoy, but Lucius Malfoy"
Confusion crossed Hermione's face as Dumbledore told her whom it really was. But just from a description how could they be sure? The headmaster seemed to be reading her mind because just as she thought this she began to answer.
"But of course we cant be sure just from a description. Madame Promfrey has taken the liberty to draw some of your blood as you may notice and magically copy the bruising on your neck. The results will take up to a week, so until then you shall not go anywhere alone. Understood?"
Though Hermione was perplexed at this idea she nodded, finger tips gingerly running over the small bump on her arm where the blood had been taken from. At least I wasn't awake for that, she thought, looking back up at Dumbledore.
"Thank you for your time Hermione, Poppy said you may leave when you feel ready"
Hermione nodded and smiled as did the men who had asked her questions. They filed out one by one, all shaking hands with Dumbledore, who took up the rear of the group. The girl let herself fall back into the pillow, eye shutting very willingly.
She would wait for Harry and Ron to come before leaving…yes that's right, Hermione yawned before falling asleep. Just that little task had worn her out.
It had seemed to Hermione when she awoke that she had only been asleep for merely minutes but as her eyes wandered towards the window she could see that dawn was upon her.
I slept for that long?
She thought with a yawn before swinging her legs over the bed's edge and squinting around the room. It seemed safe enough, at least to Hermione, to walk back to the Griffindor common room.
It wasn't that far and really what could happen to her here in Hogwarts? When she was attacked she wasn't actually inside the building. Either way Hermione wanted to be ready for school
tomorrow.
To think only the day before she was attacked by none other then Voldemort's right hand man, Lucius Malfoy. What did he want with her?
Probably just using her to get to Harry or something, it seemed like he always tried to use her or Ron
Hermione stood up and headed for the door, her feet carrying her swiftly down the abandoned hallways until she was insight of the Griffindor common room portrait. She could see it talking to another portrait and smiled at their conversation. It was something about Peeve dumping a shrinking potion over Snape's head. The staff was currently looking for him apparently.
Just as Hermione was about to reach the entrance to the dorm a set of hands reached ouch and grabbed her. Her mouth opened to let out a scream but nothing came, she could scream and all the sudden felt faint as she was dragged into an empty classroom she had never noticed before.
Her body was slammed up against the wall. It was pitch black and all she could see was the devilish gleam of the black eyes hovering in front of her.
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