Chapter 6
"Good heavens!" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth as she saw a sight indeed. Hanging from her window ledge, was a tall boy, possible a young man wearing covered black clothing, robes and a strange, demonic mask, one black gloved hand clasped almost lazily on the stone sill. His other arm, was hooked around the body of a young girl with long, bush brown hair, a delicate face and closed eyes. It was Hermione Granger.
And she was unconscious. "Can you take my hand boy?" she reached out to him, but he didn't even seem to notice her. His gaze was fixed upon his cargo. "Are you hurt boy?" he still didn't answer. She was almost willing to believe that he was unconscious too, and that his hands were just locked over the stone sill. "Is Ms Granger hurt?"
"I don't believe so." At last, an answer. "But she isn't conscious…"
"What are you waiting for lad an invitation? Take my hand." She craned to reach him again.
"If I did, I would either fall…or drop her."
"Don't you dare to either!" she turned and saw Ron next to her, almost as pale as she was. "Well? Get my wand!"
"Yes mam!" he ran.
"By the desk boy and hurry!" she turned back to him. "Be brave now my lad, you are doing so well."
"I think I am going to have to let go now."
"What! Don't you dare!" Ron had dropped her wand and was scampering around on the floor, trying to find it. "Take my hand."
"I will not drop her!" he spat, and slowly she saw his hands slip.
"NO!" altogether mortifying, Minerva saw the young lad let go of the stone window ledge, and wrapped both arms around her. They fell down the side of the tower, Draco encircling his entire body around hers.
"If we survive this-" his back smashed against a wall and took a few stone bricks with him. "-we are going to have to have words." He roared with searing pain as his shoulder skidded with another wall of the tower. Their speed increasing as they plummeted to the floor of the Hogwarts grounds. "Don't die…" he whispered, turning so that his back would collide with the floor first. "Don't." and his body snapped in a sickening crack of his spine, bones shattered and stuck from his skin, dark, almost black blood seeped from his body and a cry of such anguish erupted from his throat, that even Snape in his lowly Dungeon heard it. "..die…"