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It was chilly in the classroom, which looked like it had never been used since the eighteen-twenties. By the looks of it, there once were DADA classes held there.
Hermione would shiver…If she could. But she could only wait, and hope for the best…
Draco walked around the halls. First, he had caught two Hufflepuffs in a classroom and deducted ten points for inappropriate behavior. Later, another Gryffindor was reprimanded for wondering about after hours. It was a good night. Now, he wasin the coldest parts of the castle. He passed a small door and paused. Something did not feel right. Curious, he approached the door cautiously. Draco gasped the handle firmly and turned it. It did not budge. He took out his wand.
"Alohamora." The door still stayed locked.
Draco tried a more advanced one. "Ouvrez."
No avail.
"Sblocchi?" That sounded hopeful
"Abra?"
"Destrave." The door unlocked. Draco was not prepared for what he had seen. Hermione was on the floor. Her face was pale, and her hands had a tinge of blue. He rushed toward her.
"Prior Incantatem." He said with a flick of his wand.
Hermione's teeth were chattering. Draco took off his cloak and handed it to her, which she accepted gratefully. She crawled toward him.
"Incendio." The old fireplace became alive again. Flames crackled rhythmatically.
"What happened? Who did this to you? When did it happen?" Draco flooded Hermione with questions.
"Bl-aise Zam-b-bi-ni." Hermione got out.
Draco understood. He scowled. He's going to pay for this.
Hermione saw the steely glint in his eyes and shook her head sadly. "No."
Draco hugged Hermione close. Suddenly, his left arm burned. Draco let it past. Most of the time, it happened when the Dark Lord was angry. A few minutes later, it burned again. Draco started panicking. Hermione was smart. She would suspect it if Draco left suddenly.
"Come on Hermione. Why don't you go back to the Gryffindor Common Room?" Draco stood abruptly.
"Ok…" Hermione replied. Her legs were a little cramped, from sitting for so long. She got up wobbly. Draco reached out to steady her.
"Thanks." Hermione smiled at him. Draco returned her with a worried smile.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Draco answered quickly. Hermione was going to frown, but stopped herself in time.
He would tell her his own time.
Draco left a curious and worried Hermione at the first of the fat lady's portrait and walked away. He went to a deserted part of Hogwarts. Making sure no one was watching, he took out a dagger, as black as night.
"Seventior Disthine Molenko." He whispered mysteriously , and…disappeared from Hogwarts Grounds completely. Draco had just endangered his life.
Hermione was so exhausted that when she reached her room, she just fell on her bed and into a deep sleep.
Far away, a…man smiled wickedly as he saw a foggy picture of the sleeping form of Hermione. He waved his cloak over it and it vanished. His eyes turned to slits, as it always did when he was thinking a plan. He turned to another person, a younger boy, almost man.
"You have done well Zambini…" the man hissed "You'll be rewarded well…"
"Thank you, Master." The boy bowed and left.
Poor Lucius…the Malfoy bloodline stained…ten centuries…
But this is going to be very useful…
What is Voldemort up to???