Disclaimer: I'm fed up of this now. I DONT OWN THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO JKR! There. Hopefully that will absorb into your brains. Finally.

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A/N: Yay. New chappie! hehe this one did take quite a while, but i've been busy revising for exams! I'll be having them over the next 2 or 3 weeks, so i might not be able to write as quick, but don't panic! I'll be back asap, ipromise i won't abandon this story! So anyway, here is the long awaited chapter twelve. Enjoy!

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Chapter Twelve – The Final Solution and Prison

"You're doing what?" Ron exclaimed, causing everyone in the Common Room to turn his way. Hermione looked around at the other students with an embarrassed look on her face, before pulling her new boyfriend into a secluded corner, out of earshot. She knew he would act like this, it was inevitable. But she knew she had to go through with her plan; it was the only way. Finally, after days on end of constant research, Hermione had finally figured out a way to revive Harry and Malfoy. Of course, her plan involved the use of Dyvill's diary, (she wouldn't have figured out what to do without it), but the rest of the plan was from her own mind and was her very own idea. For the first time, Hermione felt that her smartness could finally pay off and would help save lives.

The solution had come to her the night before. She had been sat on her bed, reading various books she'd borrowed from the Library, as well as the diary, but still could not figure out a way to help her friend and former enemy (for although Malfoy and the Trio still did not get along, it was common knowledge that he had renounced his alliance to Voldemort, and had switched to the Light Side). After four hours straight of reading, she began to feel tired and had immediately fallen asleep. Then came the dream. It was a very strange dream, she couldn't deny that. It had seemed so real, and it was so unbelievably clear that it was hard not to understand what it was apparently trying to tell her. When she had woken up, complete knowledge of what she had to do had formed in her mind almost instantly after. It wasn't one of those hazy dreams people have that they don't or hardly ever remember the morning after; it was as clear as day as if it had actually happened. She didn't know whether it was indeed a vision, or just a helpful, informative dream, but what she did know was how to deal with the current dilemma of her best friend's state of mind.

At first, she wasn't going to tell Ron. The reasonable part of her brain told her that it seemed far too unnecessary to do so, but the guilty part of her brain told her that she would regret it if she didn't. The boy deserved to know what his girlfriend was about to do, especially since it was so dangerous. So, she knew she must inform him, whether she wanted to or not. At first, she was faintly hoping that Ron would understand what she was to do, and would support her along the way. But she was brought back to reality at the moment she looked at him; she knew that was too much to ask of Ronald Weasley. Obviously he was going to lash out, and try to convince her not to go through with it, if not only for her sake, but for Harry and Malfoy's as well. Apart from Snape, Hermione was the only one who could figure this out, and they just couldn't let their Potions Professor handle the situation on his own; they might as well have given up if that became the case. If the plan backfired on Hermione, there would be no one to help all three of them, and then what? There didn't seem like there was any other possible options to help the three of them after that. So it was up to Hermione. Yes, she knew she was taking a risk, but she also knew that this was the only option to save the two boys. It was either this, or nothing.

"You heard me, Ron," Hermione replied in a hush tone.

Ron had a look of pure anger on his face. "But you can't!" he hissed. "I won't let you; it's far too dangerous!"

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to remain calm. She couldn't look worried, or scared, or angry. She had to convince Ron that this was the right thing for her to do. After all, she'd had a hard time the night before convincing herself.

"I admit, there's a minority of things that could go wrong," Hermione said with a sigh. "But I still have to do it, Ron."

Ron shook his head. He was looking a little calmer now, but he was still angry, although it wasn't as noticeable on his face anymore. "No you don't Hermione. Just don't go through with it."

"You don't get it Ron," she replied. "Don't you see? I have to do it; it's the only way to save Harry! Do you want Harry to be saved?"

"Yes, of course I do, but-"

"But nothing, Ron. There's no other possible way of saving them," she said. "It's either this, or nothing. You either let me go, or Harry and Malfoy stay in that state for the rest of their lives."

Ron bit his lip. He knew why Hermione wanted to do this. She wanted to save Harry, as did he. And even though, deep down, he knew it was, Ron still refused to believe this was the only way to do it.

"I want to let you go, Hermione," he said, grabbing her hands and interlocking his fingers with his. "But I'm just concerned for your safety. I want to help Harry, I really do. But I don't want to risk loosing you as well."

Hermione looked at him and smiled weakly. She brushed a small tear from the corner of his eye, and swallowed.

"I know you do," she agreed. "But if you care for me that much then you'll let me go."

Ron turned away from her. She grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

"Ron," she said softly. "I'll be alright. I promise."

When she saw the doubt in his eyes, she pulled him into a hug. "Don't worry about me, Ron," she whispered. "I can take care of myself. Everything will turn out alright, you'll see."

Ron sighed, and hugged her tighter, hoping that she was right.

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The way back up to the Palace wasn't a pleasant one; not only for Harry and Draco, but for the guards as well. The two who were holding the boys were having a hard time keeping them under control; kicks, scratches and punches were made all the way. All through the corridors, once they'd entered the Palace, was filled with screams, threats and just general verbal abuse, although from both parties, mind you. Harry and Draco were having a good go at trying to fight off the guards, but there was too many of them, and they were far too strong.

Draco was being by far the worst. He was doing everything imaginable to try and get himself out of the guard's grasp. As the group got further into the Palace, the guards had obviously decided enough was enough. As they didn't deem it right to hit a woman (for of course, that was what he appeared to be), one guard grabbed hold of his legs and another grabbed his arms, and they set about carrying Draco like that, his body at least a metre off the ground. He still thrashed around a little, but wasn't as strong seen as the guards now held his arms and legs so he could hardly move them.

They kept walking, deeper and deeper into the Palace, that at one point, Harry thought they had gone underground, but was proved wrong when they passed by a window, showing the Palace gardens. Well, that's if you could call them gardens. As it was so hot in Egypt, and the village was in the middle of a desert, water had become increasingly scarce due to lack of rain, and so hardly anything grew. The gardens were mostly just weeds and sand, with a few tall arches and statues here and there. Not a pretty sight, as I'm sure you can tell.

About five minutes later, the guards came to a halt infront of a large bolted door. The boys did not like the look of it, and Harry stepped back in wary. Draco, who was still being held by the two guards, could of course do nothing, except show a nervous look on his face.

"Right, you two," the head guard said, while taking a key out of his pocket and unlocking the door. "You'll be in here."

The guards holding Draco dropped him suddenly, causing him to land hard on his backside. He rubbed it and glared at them menacingly, grumbling to himself something about 'royalty mistreatment'. The two guards smirked and stepped back. Harry tore himself from the guard holding him and rushed to help Draco stand up.

"Thanks," Draco muttered, not looking Harry in the eye but instead at the stone floor.

"No problem," Harry replied, looking at Draco nervously.

"Come on lovebirds," one of the guards said. "In you go."

"Harry, I don't want to go in there," Draco whispered into the other boy's ear. "It's probably all dirty and smelly."

"At least we're together," Harry whispered back, giving Draco a reassuring smile. Draco smiled back and grasped Harry's hand and intertwined his fingers with the Gryffindor's. Harry gave his hand a squeeze, and then they stepped forward into the room.

The boys stopped at the entrance and looked around. The room was dark, only lit by two torches at each side, and was about the size of an average school classroom. The walls and floor were made of a hard, grey stone, making the room feel cold and damp. There was no furniture in sight; the only thing that occupied the room was a small bowl in the centre.

Draco and Harry stood there looking dumbfounded. Who were these people kidding? There was no way they'd last long in here!

Suddenly, they were both harshly pushed forward into the room. So hard, infact, that they fell forward and landed face first on the stone floor. They groaned and sat up, turning to face the smirking guards.

"That'll teach you to take too long," the head guard said cruelly.

The boys just glared.

"I hope you have fun in here," the guard sneered, "Because you won't be leaving anytime soon."

"But how are we supposed to go to the toilet?" Draco demanded as he stood up, full of outrage.

The guards looked at him with blank expressions.

"What are you talking about?" the head guard said. "What is this toy-let to which you refer to?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "A toilet, you know, where you urinate?"

The guards blinked and continued to look at him blankly. Draco's face turned into one of disbelief.

"You mean you don't know what urinate means either?" More blank looks. Draco sighed. "Urine? You know, when you have to relieve yourself of bodily fluids?" Draco started getting angry. "The yellow fluid that comes from here!" he pointed to his neither regions, making the guards' faces dawn in realisation.

Although a little shocked that a Princess would say something like that, the head guard smirked, and pointed to the small bowl in the centre of the room.

"You can go in there," he said with a sly smile. The boys were infuriated.

"Are you kidding?" Harry exclaimed.

The guard ignored him. "Have fun," he said and closed the door with a bang. Through the door, Harry and Draco could hear the laughter of the other guards.

"You can't treat royalty this way!" Draco shouted at the door, but the guards were already gone.

Draco fell to his knees. "Well this is just prefect!" he sneered. "How the hell are we going to get home now?"

Harry stood beside him. "I don't know," he said. "But we'll figure something out."

"It's hopeless, Harry!" Draco moaned. "We're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on, Draco," he said. "Don't be so over-dramatic. The maximum amount of time we're likely to be in here is only a few months."

Draco's eyes visibly widened. "Oh, yes, that makes me feel so much better!" he said sarcastically.

"I was just trying to help," Harry muttered, and walked away from Draco to the other side of the room. Draco sighed and stood up. Why was it that Harry could make him feel so guilty? He walked over to the Gryffindor and put his arms around his waist from behind and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just worried, and if I'm being honest, a little scared."

Harry turned around and put his arms around Draco's neck. "That's ok," he smiled. "I'm scared too. But we'll get out of here, Draco. I know we will, somehow."

"I hope so," Draco said, and pulled away from Harry's embrace.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked as Draco started walking away.

"Off for a pee," Draco smirked. "All that running from the guards made me need to go."

Harry laughed. "Do you want me to turn away?"

"You can watch if you'd like," Draco said, grinning. "But it might make your hormones go wild."

"You're right," Harry said while trying to put on a serious face. He turned around so his back was to Draco. At that point he couldn't help but laugh. Once he'd finished, Draco walked over and gave Harry a slap on the back.

"You don't know what you were missing," Draco said.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh," he said. "I think I do."

At that moment, they both heard someone talking outside the door. Harry and Draco turned and stared, anxious of what was to come. The door was unlocked, and the door slowly opened to reveal…

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Muhahahahaha! I know, i know. I'm evil. The evil laugh proves it. I couldn't resist putting that cliffhanger in there! So please review and tell me what you think of this chappie. And who do you think is behind the door? You'll have to wait and find out: all will be revealed in the next chapter of...suspence music... A Recipe Of Mishap!