a/n Ok, here is chapter 25! Yeah! Thank you everyone for the reviews! Enjoy this chapter.
Harry looked sleepily at the clock, it was almost midnight. He sat up on his bed reading through all of the books that Dumbledore had given him on love and hate. So far not one book had mentioned a way to help Draco convert Voldemort's powers to good. Sighing he watched as Ron got up mumbling something about going to the bathroom and leaving through the door.
He couldn't give up, for some reason he had a feeling that he should find what he needed tonight. Harry closed the book entitled Love and Hate and opened a medium sized leather bound book with no title. Lazily he read the first paragraph and jumped up smiling. Quickly he skipped the forward and started reading the contents greedily. He had found a way to help Draco.
Ron had told Harry that he was going to the bathroom, but of course he wasn't. It was seven minutes to midnight and he had to open the doors for Michael. Quickly he ran down the stairs and to the large oak doors. He had a feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. Shaking his head he grabbed the large brass handle.
"Ron?" He turned around to see Hermione standing on the foot of the great stairs.
"What are you doing here?" He asked and she smiled slightly.
"I was talking to Draco," Ron scowled, causing her to frown at him. "What are you doing down here?"
"I was just going to go for a walk, I need to clear my head," Hermione's frown deepened.
"We aren't allowed out on the grounds this late," his face became red.
"Oh, I didn't know," he lied through clenched teeth.
"Hermione!" They both turned around to see Draco coming up the stairs.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked scowling.
"I needed to give Hermione a message for Harry," Ron winced when Malfoy said 'Harry.' "What are you doing Weasley?"
"I was going to go for a walk," Ron muttered.
A clock some where in the castle began to strike midnight. Ron looked around widely and put his had back on the brass door.
"Weasley, you aren't allowed to open the door," Malfoy said to him looking at him worriedly.
"Yeah Ron, don't open the door. You have no clue what could be out there, no that…" But she was cut off as Ron swung opened the door and Michael walked through smiling.
"Ah thank you very much Ron," he raised his wand and stunned him. Then he turned and smiled at Draco and Hermione. "What a help he has been, he even got you two down here and ready for me."
"Michael, I thought we were partners," Draco said looking at the boy in front of him.
"Yes, but that was before you got my father's powers," Hermione stood there seemingly frozen to the spot. While Michael was going on about the Death Eaters and what not Draco turned to Hermione.
"Hermione run!" Draco whispered urgently, Hermione nodded and her feet seemed to come unglued to the floor.
"What about you?" She asked and he blinked.
"Just go Hermione!" He hissed.
"Not with out you," she said stubbornly and Draco silently cursed her for being a Gryffindor.
"Go now! I can take care of myself," he gave her a little shove and turned her back to Michael who was finishing up his little speech.
Draco grew angry when he felt Hermione's shoulder brush against his as she took her spot next to him. He turned and looked at her and she glared angrily at him. Suddenly he felt relieved that she was with him, although he would prefer it if she was in bed safe and sound. This time he silently cursed Weasley for being so stupid.
"So I decided to take both of you with me and kill you in front of the Death Eaters, since Hermione has escaped me and Draco has my father's powers," Michael concluded and both of them blinked at him in confusion.
"Not without a fight!" Draco shouted.
"Oh, are you sure you would fight me? If you do, you might just end up hitting Hermione," Michael jerked his wand violently and Hermione went flying into his out stretched arms.
"Let her go, she has nothing to do with this!" Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Have you not heard a word of what I just said? She and you have everything to do with it. She escaped and made me look like a fool. You have gotten my father's powers and made me look like a fool. You are the fool Draco; you are the one who has fallen for a Mudblood!" Draco's anger grew when Michael called Hermione a Mudblood. He had no right to call her that, she was so pure and innocent.
"What do you want?" Draco asked eyes narrowed.
"You come with me, and maybe I'll spare her," Draco sighed in defeat.
"Fine," Michael grabbed Draco and brought him into the forest before dissaperating to his Death Eaters.
Moments later Harry ran down the stair case smiling broadly. He had found a way to help Draco tell Hermione that he loved her. Frowning he turned around and noticed the muddy foot pints and an unconscious Ron by the open doors. What was he going to do?
a/n Ok, what did you think? I hope you liked it!