A/N: Hey guys, aren't you proud of me, it's only been like one day and I've already posted the next chapter! well anyway, this is chapter 12. I would have made it longer but I'm on the phone but I'll try to make this next chapter longer and I'll also try to post it sooner. Anyway, please review it after you've read it (or before) and tell me what you think, what you like, what you don't like and so on and so forth.
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Draco woke up in the early hours of the morning; he had spent the majority of the night tossing and turning in a fitful state of nightmare. He sat up in bed and looked out of the window and out into the night sky, how beautiful and never ending it was. He began to think of Hermione and how beautiful she was, this year she'd done something to tame her hair that turned the impossible bush of hair into smooth and large ringlets and it made her hair look just like fine strands of coppery spun gold. While thinking of Hermione he soon realised how much he actually missed her and decided to go see her.
Clambering out of his bed barely half awake, he composed himself and left the room. He walked along the balcony guided by only the light of the fire at the other side of the room, he looked at the flickering flames dancing around uncontrollably and smiled at how no matter what time it was, the fire was always alive. When he finally got to Hermione's bedroom door, he reached up to grasp the door knob but instead scratch his hand on a thorn on the stem of the rose he had left for Hermione.
'Surely she would have seen the rose when she came back.' He thought to himself until the thought occurred to him that maybe she had never actually come back to her room at all.
Draco knocked on the door softly at first, then louder and finally after receiving no response, he opened the door and walked into her room.
It was empty. Tidy, but empty, not even her book bag was there.
Feeling slightly worried he turned and left the room; closing the door behind him he then continued down the stairs and went straight out the portrait door.
Draco then began walking down the hallway, his eyes darting around, looking at all the portraits but when they turned to look at the large tapestry hung on the wall they froze.
At the bottom of the tapestry, slightly hidden by a luxuriant plant in a detailed pot was a book bag. Hermione's book bag, although the contents were slightly strewn upon the floor in the shadows.
He walked over to the book bag and began collecting the contents and putting them back inside but stopped when noticed a place on the wall where the rock wall changed into wood although the wood was hidden by the tapestry. He stood up and pulled the side of the tapestry away from the wall, behind it was a dark wooden door. Draco tried the handle but found it to be securely locked or possibly infused with a charm or two. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wand and lent down over the door handle.
'Alohomora,' he whispered to the door, then Draco twisted the handle but it didn't move.
Realising that just a basic first year spell wasn't going to do it, he returned to his room, taking Hermione's book bag with him.
A/N: Okey Dokey, hope you liked it, I had a bit of fun writing it. I know not much happens in this one but I think it was important to do Draco's side of things. Anyway please review it and I'll try to write the next chapter before tomorrow.
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