Chapter 8

Draco cringed as he felt his chest burn. Oh yeah, now I remember. He groaned and opened his eyes. He then froze rigidly. Oh stupid do you get! You fell asleep, with her, in your arms! Not only will she see you, she will know how you feel you stupid idiot! Wait…how I feel? where did that come from? He closed his eyes and smiled when he realised that other than being incredibly soar, he was healed. His super healing had really kicked in. So he sat up and looked down on her. Thank Merlin for Sleeping drought, he thought. Draco closed his eyes, and strained his hand over her body. Hermione lifted in the air, and he levitated her over to her bed. he gently laid her down, and closed the curtain around himself.

When Madam Pomfrey walked in, she saw Hermione on her own bed, and the bed next to hers…empty. Poppy gasped and looked around. She was just about to inform Dumbledore, when she heard a snicker from behind her.

"You should really be careful." Draco pulled away from the door. "I snuck behind you and trapped you in here without detection." He was wearing his black clothes again, and his mask. he must have used magic. They look good as new. She thought as she smoothed out her uniform.

"Master Draco, please return to your bed."

"No." he smirked and walked towards her. She stumbled backwards slightly, and he chuckled. "But I do think I will go to Ms Granger's bed. you see, I need to have a word with her." He walked straight past her and stood over Hermione. Her eyes twitched. Good, she's awake. "Rise and shine Ms Granger." He said very sternly, but smoothly. Not as cockily or cruelly as he had been with Poppy.

"Master Draco! She isn't ready to leave yet! Put her down this instant!"

"What?" he lifted her into his arms. "Are you going to stop me?"

"No, but I will if I have to lad." Albus spoke softly from the door.

"Humph. Not concerned." He started to walk towards the other end of the ward, and the back door.

"Draco lad, don't go any farther." Albus pointed his wand at him, but Draco didn't stop. "Draco." He warned again.

"Just try it old man. I dare you."

"Petrificus Totalus!" and the bright coloured light short forth from the wand, and hurtled towards Draco. But he span on his heel, his robes billowing around him and backhanded the spell.

Not even Dumbledore was prepared to see the spell meekly bounce off his fists, and into the wall. Draco stood there, holding Hermione in his inhumanly strong arms once more, his face unreadable beneath his mask.

"She will not be harmed." He said calmly, and turned to leave.

"Albus! We can't just-"

"We can and will Poppy. He has given us his word. I trust he will respect that."

"But."

"Listen Poppy my dear." He looked to her. "If I could not stop him, who can?"

"Is he a threat Albus? Like his father?"

"No. he is nothing like his father. and I trust him." do not let me down lad. Please.

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Draco stepped into his quarters, and murmured a spell to seal the door. He then walked into his bed chambers, and laid her down. He couldn't resist the urge to brush some of her rebellious hair from her face, and lower his face to hers. Even through the mask he could smell her scent, her natural scent. It appears that she didn't believe in perfume, or make up. Just as well…she doesn't need it. he stroked her face, and she stirred. He then quickly pulled back and allowed himself to sink into the shadows.

His quarters were now charmed, a dimension in its own right.

And Hermione Granger was trapped in it.

"Wh…where am I?"