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Author's note: I recently read all of the reviews I've gotten on this story and you guys are soooooooooooooo nice! And just for that I reward you with Chapter 9!

Chapter 9: Separated

"What's he going to do?" whispered Cho into Hermione's ear as they all made an attempt to peek out the door. They couldn't see or hear anything.

"I have no clue!" answered Hermione, "It's kind of odd that he'd do this for us." Ginny threw her a disapproving look. "What? It's not like it hasn't passed through your mind either! We aren't exactly his favorite acquaintances here."

"Hermione has a point," started Harry, "But we are not exactly in the right place to complain at the moment." Harry threw Hermione a warning glance and she backed away from the subject.

"It's awfully brave though," she whispered more to herself than anyone else but they heard her anyways (considering they were practically on top of each other to see out of the door) and shook their heads in agreement. After a few moments of silence they heard it….

CRASH!

They all jumped out of their skin at the sound. Ginny put a hand to her heart and breathed heavily. Hermione and Cho laughed nervously at each other's expressions. Harry however, didn't move an inch from his position at the door. "Where is he? Ginny check the map!"

"It says he's down the hallway. We should be able to see him!" Ginny said confused. They all stared in silence, the tension mounting. The door flew open knocking Harry and everyone else down in the process. They scrambled to get up again and see who was responsible for knocking them to the ground. Draco ran past them and into his seat. They all followed suit without any objections.

"What-," Hermione started but was quickly silenced when a very cranky Snape blew through the door, black robes billowing in the wind he made as he moved swiftly toward the front of the room.

"Which one of you did it?" He asked in a dangerous whisper but when no one answered he raised his voice, "WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT?"

Now Draco had a look of fake innocence on his face. To the Gryffindor Eye it's easy to spot the lack of sincerity in his face, but apparently to the Slytherins it was easy to miss. Hermione, Ginny, Cho, and Harry didn't have to fake the innocence or bewilderment; they were 100 sincere that they knew nothing about the distraction that had allowed them to sneak past under the greasy nose of the potions master.

"I will NOT ask you again!" he threatened. Harry fought his urge to turn toward the back of the room where Draco was waiting ever so patiently for the particularly cranky professor finish his ranting and raving. "Maybe another month worth detentions will persuade you all? Hmm?"

Hermione let out a small squeak when she heard the word "detention". Harry didn't know whether or not the squeak was a squeak of fear or celebration at this point. It wasn't such a bad Saturday after all. Harry's heart sank when he heard the two words that came from the back of the room.

"I did," Draco proclaimed proudly. Snape's head jerked up at the sound of Draco's voice. Harry wasn't sure what Snape was thinking but it could have been along the lines of, what the hell are you doing?

"Excuse me? Mr. Malfoy stop playing the hero and tell me who really did it," Snape replied at a last attempt to save Draco's arrogant and smug reputation. Would he accept the help? Or would he finally change his ways?

"It was me!" Draco was practically screaming, "What don't you understand you over grown oil stain?" Draco knew right away that it was the wrong thing to say. Harry's jaw hit the floor while Ginny and Cho shook with fear. Hermione however seemed to be in shock.

"Very well," said Snape, "Come with me, don't forget your parchment and quill for the essay I still want everyone to write." He said the last part louder than the first as if to let everyone else know he hadn't forgotten.

Draco snatched up his equipment for writing the essay and followed Snape out of the room giving them all a wink as he passed by. The door slammed shut and Ginny quickly whipped out the Marauder's Map to follow them. They watched in silence as the little dots marked Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy made their way toward the library. Hermione sighed.

"Now what do we do?" she asked.

"What do you mean? We write our essays," snapped Harry.

"We can't just leave him there!" protested Hermione.

"What do you suppose we do Hermione? Go get him? Then what? We sit around like before and talk? Face it, that will never happen again." Harry folded the map and tucked it in his pocket.

"Why are you so cynical? You don't know that Draco will go back to the way it was before," Hermione argued, "Normally your judgment is better than mine Harry. Why is this any different?"

"Nothing ever changes for the better around here Hermione, that's why," Harry said, "Not with people like Snape, Fudge, and Voldemort around!" Ginny and Cho gasped at Voldemort's name.

"That could all change! If YOU make it change!" Hermione finished.

"So now everything's up to me now is it? Oh don't worry Harry will know what to do!" Harry shook his head. "I'm supposed to change everything?"

"You already have," she whispered after a long pause. Cho sat on the top of one of the desks that faced toward the lake.

"Did I ever tell you guys that I was jealous of you?" Cho whispered.

"Yeah you made that clear when you chopped up our broomsticks," snapped Harry. Ginny frowned.

"No, not that way," Cho continued, "You all seem so brave. You fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you chase off dementors, you've ridden thestrals, won championships, saved Ginny and the Sorcerer's Stone, got rid of that filth Umbridge, and," she looked at Harry, "Did your best to save Cedric. You've all done more than I'll ever do in my whole life. You define house unity, you Gryffindors, and no one else.

"I only wish I could have fought along beside you more as these final days of suffering reach an end. I am determined to fight with you when the final battle of light versus dark descends upon us. We Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and yes even Slytherins look up to you. Don't let something as little as Draco Malfoy stand in your way of peace. He may not admit it but I know he admires you all as well. He's not stupid, he won't throw away what we have."

Ginny was in silent tears as she and Hermione nodded in Cho's direction as a way of saying thank you. Harry still sat starting at the top of his desk. Perhaps he was lost in what Cho had said, or maybe he was thinking of a good way to tell her she was wrong. Little did they know that he was working out a plan to bring Draco back to the Transfiguration classroom.

Author's Note: It's short I know but I wanted to get up to ten chapters before I finished the story. Not much left now...sniffle sniffle I'm going to miss writing it!

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