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Chickadee91"Draco" Hermione whispered.
Did I just call him Draco?
"I mean…Malfoy wake up." Draco opened his eyes.
"Hermione!" he said sitting up quickly. "Are you…."
"I'm fine," she said quickly. Draco opened his mouth to question. "Really" reinforced Hermione. "I'm fine." Draco closed his mouth.
"What time is it?" asked Draco.
"About 2AM." Hermione said simply. Draco groaned.
"Can you apparate?" Asked Hermione suddenly.
"No," said Draco. "My father never would let me take the test." Hermione sighed.
"Now we both have to go." She grumbled.
"Go where?"
"Go to your house to get your stuff." Said Hermione. "In case you forgot, you have nothing to take to Hogwarts! It's all at your house! We leave for Hogwarts in a few hours, we have to go get it!"
"Are you mad?" said Draco angrily. "My father would be expecting us to come by. He'd kill us both! We wouldn't make it in the door."
"Well we really don't have a choice Malfoy." She replied angrily. "You have to go to Hogwarts, and you need your stuff."
"Who says I have to go to Hogwarts." Yelled Draco. Hermione paused momentarily.
"What do you mean who says?" yelled Hermione. "You just have to go to Hogwarts! Have to! Hogwarts is our home! It's the one place we can live without fear of our fathers!"
"Are you saying I couldn't make it on my own?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying Malfoy!"
"Well, Granger, you're wrong! I don't need your help!" Hermione's face turned red with anger.
"You couldn't have made it this far without me!" she yelled. "I'm the one who saved you in the dressing room! I'm also the one who saved your life when you were unconscious on the ground in the middle of Diagon Alley! I gave you a place to stay and a comfortable bed to sleep in! How DARE you tell me that you didn't need my help!"
"I never asked for your help!" yelled Draco. "I could have done it all without you."
"No," said Hermione. "If it wasn't for me, you would have been killed by your father in an empty dressing room."
Hermione turned away from him and began to pack her stuff in her empty trunk.
Draco sighed.
She's right! I can't believe it, but she's right. I have to go get my stuff. If I stay here, my father will eventually find me and kill me.
Draco rose off the couch.
"Granger." He said.
Hermione stopped what she was doing, but didn't look at him.
"You're right okay?" He grumbled. "When are we leaving to go get my stuff."
Hermione faced him slowly. He could feel her eyes rolling up and down him, as if scanning him for truth.
"In a few minutes." She finally replied. "I just have to finish packing." Hermione turned back towards her trunk, and began to fold a few of her robes. Draco sat back down on the couch, and waited until it was time to leave.
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Hermione muttered a spell, and the trunk closed and locked.
"Done," she whispered satisfied.
"Are we ready then?" asked Draco.
"Yeah." Replied Hermione.
Draco stood up, and walked next to Hermione.
Hermione grabbed his hand, closed her eyes, and turned hard. Draco heard a loud popping sound, and he felt a weird sensation. Suddenly, they were both standing on a grassy hill.
"I'll never get used to that." Mumbled Hermione. Draco felt like he was going to be sick.
"Are you okay?" asked Hermione. Draco turned to face her and nodded.
"Yeah." He replied. "I'm fine." Draco and Hermione simultaneously noticed that they were still holding hands. Draco let go quickly, and pretended to be fascinated by something in the opposite direction.
"Which way is your house?" asked Hermione.
"That way." Draco pointed to the top of the grassy hill. "These are just the grounds."
They walked quickly to the top of the hill, and stopped to see the view. There stood the house that Draco grew up in. It was the house that Draco once loved, and but now he hated it. It was a huge mansion with four large columns leading towards the door. It's dark windows and the absence of flowers or shrubs made the already dark building seem nothing short of sinister. The only light came from a small tower. It was his father's tower. The only room in the house that Draco had never been allowed to enter.
Draco looked back at Hermione, who stood motionless next to him.
"Wow." She whispered. "You live there?"
"Yeah," mumbled Draco. "Come on, we have to hurry. We can't let my father see us."
Hermione and Draco ran as quickly as they could to the house. Hermione started towards the front door, but Draco stopped her.
"This way," he said motioning behind the house. "I have a secret entrance."
Hermione followed Draco around to the back of the house. Draco ran behind a tree in the woods, and saw the pile of leaves exactly as he left them. He brushed them out of the way to reveal a small key.
Found it!
Draco grabbed the key, then went back to Hermione who was watching him curiously.
"Come on," said Draco. Hermione followed him to the familiar blank wall, and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the key in his hand.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered. The small key lifted slowly out of his hand and flew to the top of the brick wall. The key slid gently into an almost invisible keyhole, and turned slowly. Hermione watched in amazement as a wooden door appeared in the brick wall.
"Wow." Said Hermione. "You must use this entrance a lot."
"Yeah," replied Draco. He walked casually up to it, and turned the brass knob.
The door creaked open slowly. Draco readied his wand, and crept inside. He felt Hermione grasp tightly to the back of his shirt. Draco felt a small tingle go down his spine.
Stop it Draco! Don't even start to think about her. You. Don't. Like. Her. She's a mudblood. You're a pure blood. It's not going to happen.
The only light in the room came from the door they came through. Draco closed it softly, and dug out his wand.
"Lumos," whispered Draco. A bright glow came from his wand filling the whole room with light. The room was small and eerily quiet. There was a small black bed with green sheets, and green pillows. Next to it was a large black dresser, and a table with a lamp.
"Is this your room?" whispered Hermione.
"Yeah," replied Draco. "Come on, we have to hurry." He pulled his large trunk out from under his bed. Draco ran over to the dresser and started to pull out his new robes. Hermione spied a pile of new spell books on the floor, and started to load them into his trunk.
BAM!
They both jumped.
"What was that?" asked Hermione in a frightened voice.
"I'm not sure but, I don't want to find out." Said Draco hurriedly. Draco quickly finished packing his stuff, and closed the trunk.
"Let's get out of here." Whispered Hermione.
They ran to the door, and pulled it open.
Both of them stood frozen in shock. Draco, who was the first to recover, whipped out his wand.
"Hello Draco." Said Lucius Malfoy. He turned towards Hermione. "What are you doing here, mudblood?" he spat. He turned quickly back towards Draco. "Is she with you?" he asked. Draco glared at him. "Draco, you really have sunken low. Hanging with a mudblood? You're a disgrace to our family. You don't deserve to live."
"Petrificus totalus!" yelled Hermione behind him. His father froze. Draco faced her.
"Let's go." He said. They both grabbed an end of the trunk, and ran out of the open door. They began to run towards the front of the house, when Hermione stopped suddenly.
"What are we doing?" she asked more to herself then to Draco. Hermione grabbed Draco's hand, and making sure she had a good hold on the trunk, apparated.
Draco once again felt the strange sensation, and then was in the middle of Hermione's room.
"We did it," he whispered breathlessly. Hermione, who was also breathing hard, smiled and nodded. Draco realized that their hands were still together, and dropped hers quickly. Draco watched Hermione as she collapsed onto the couch. She breathed deeply, and smiled.
"At least that's over with." She said laughing with relief. Draco walked over, and sat down next to her. The pillow like couch felt soft against his head. Some of his platinum blonde hair fell over one eye. Draco felt too tired to move it.
"Sooooo," said Draco slowly. "When do we leave for Hogwarts?" Hermione glanced casually at her watch. She gasped.
"Oh my gosh! The train leaves in 30 minutes! We'd better go now."
Draco sat up quickly, and he and Hermione gathered their things.
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