Ok first of all sorry Scam and Jude it will be quicker next time promise! Well I'll try to make it quicker anyway.
Second I'm not as good a writer as Scam or Jude so I apologise for that.
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Hermionie stared up at the thundery black oblivion that currently made up the sky above her. She was in Harry's favourite place, the clock tower and as she lent against the glass that made up the clock face she couldn't make head or tail of this situation. How could Harry be dead? She had been told hours ago but it still hadn't sunk in she had just ran. Ran here. How could Malfoy have killed him? She thought he was in love with Harry. Argh! This made no sense it had to be a dream. But she knew it wasn't it was as real as the tears which were slowly making their depressive course down her cheeks. Why? Why would Malfoy do it. It was the common misconception that he hated Harry, she herself had believed this until the night she discovered Draco in Griffindor common room. Reveiling himself would be a death sentence for Draco she knew this first hand.
The night two years ago, when she had seen his feet walking through the common room after a hurried escape attempt from his part resulting in him hurriedly replacing his invisibility cloak. She had watched him fall apart, shedding his cool calm exterior as she grilled him for an explanation after she had refused to believe his cocky stories of getting one up on the enemy. She had also refused to believe that he loved Harry; it didn't make sense it still didn't make sense they were enemies. The twisted world of love, hate.
So now of course the weight of guilt that steadily grew inside her was fighting a war with reality. Why hadn't she done anything she should have told Dumbledore or at the least warned Harry. But she knew why, she had believed Draco he had seemed so sincere at the time, now she thought about it he was probably still telling the truth about loving Harry. It could have been that very reason, perhaps he realised that Harry would never love him back and so had killed him so that no one else could have him. What was she thinking Draco, romantic? Perhaps he was simply infuriated at his weakness, but why should she try to understand him he had killed Harry she would simply have to accept it and stop trying to defend him. But she had the key to freeing Draco or did she?
Hermionie opened her eyes to stop her incessant train of thought and surveyed the dark, sinister looking ground which stretched out before her under the cool glass of the clock face. She let out a slow, shuddering breath and watched as her warmth spread out across the surface, then slowly retreated as though it was being prised away. From her vantage point she could see the womping willow gently swaying in the wind, she mused at things could seem so innocent when they were deadly at the core. She turned away, leaning with her back against the pleasantly cold glass sheet with a sigh she slowly slid down to the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest, she rested her chin on top of them. In that moment she hated everything and everyone how could this have happened? She had always been able to find goodness, hope but as tears welled in her eyes she could find none. She was alone, there was no one to wipe away tears, or hold her tight. She had always been like this before but then there was always hope that Harry would some do these things but now that was gone snuffed out like a solitary candle fighting the darkness. Despite this, despite her deepest need to blame Draco she could not something told her he had not done it he couldn't have if he loves Harry as he said. If he loves him as she does.
She needed a hot shower, something to bring back her mind and senses. She hauled herself to her feet and turned for one lat look at the dark oblivion that spiralled below her. But as she inspected the landscape she saw what would change her life. There were figures, walking towards the secret entrance into Hogwarts and as she watched they disappeared through the concealed door. Hermionie ran, ran from the room, down stairs, through corridors, tapestries and doors. There were only a select few people who knew about that door, the twins, Sirius, herself, Ron and Harry. When she reached her destination she stopped, trying to silently reclaim her breath, her heart pounding in her ears. As she watched the statue in front of her opened, but no one emerged or at least no one visible appeared. Hermionie knew the illusive figure had an invisibility cloak she could hear their breath and the movement of their feet. Why was she here? Was she hoping that it would be Harry, no he was dead, but it could be Ron.
"Oww, that was my foot!" It was Ron, but whom was he speaking to? She didn't know but would take her chances. She deliberately stepped out of her hiding place and in front of the area she suspected him to be. There was an intake of breath.
"Hi Ron." Hermionie said dangerously, her hands crossed over her chest. Silence followed for a few seconds.
"Ummm, Hermionie, what, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question." Hermionie shot back
"Well, err, Hagrid sent me a note, asked me to go see him"
"This late? That's unlike Hagrid"
"Yeah I guess it is"
"So what did he want?"
"To, to talk"
"About what?"
"Umm, Harry" He replied sounding very pleased that he had managed to create a decent excuse.
"Really?"
"Yeah" Hermionie noticed his eyes dart towards the space of air next to him.
"So how is he?"
"Good" His eyes returning to the same spot
"Really?" Hermionie asked incredulously
"Oh, well no he's upset about, about Harry and everything"
"Oh" She replied noting that Ron's attention was still flicking back and forth from the space next to him.
"You know Ron you're usually a really good liar but this is crap!" She replied coolly leaning against the wall next to her. Ron simply stared at her.
"So who's under the invisibility cloak?" Hermionie continued
"Urrr, I I"
"Oh.Why are we lying to her?" Harry asked with a sigh as he pulled off the invisibility cloak. Hermionie nearly fell over.
"H-h-harry?"
"Now do you see why my lying wasn't up to it's normal standard, unhinges you slightly, wouldn't you say?" Ron asked cockily
"B-but your dead" She stuttered, eyes wide.
"I know strange huh?" Harry replied, amused
"How is this possible?"
"Well you see, when I was killed, by Malfoy apparently, I decided to come back" Harry explained
"So, now were gonna kill the bastard" Ron stated
"Let me get this straight, you're a ghost?"
"Do I look like a ghost?" Harry replied "Look I have a limited amount of time here so I'm gonna kill Malfoy then I'll be gone." His voice softening as he spoke
"Right well then I'm coming with you" Hermionie informed him standing straight
"Oh no your not!" Ron replied instantly
"And why not?"
"Cos I'm his best friend so I'll go"
"Oh and what am I? Forgotten sidekick?" Hermionie shouted advancing on Ron
"Oh for goodness sake, neither of you can come if you continue!" Harry sighed
"We'll both go," She answered logically
"Right" Harry shook his head and marched up the stairs. Ron and Hermionie followed glaring at each other. In that moment Hermoinie stopped as she realised. It wasn't Harry she wanted, it was Malfoy!
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