Right in Front of You
Chapter 4

"Are you sure Draco?" Narcissa asked him yet again. They stood in the hall in front of Hermione's room.

"I'm positive. She can control the air. She grew mad that we were following her and then… the wind blew Blaise off his broom. When he had fallen, she started to make a tornado form. It was terrifying. The power of it took all of her energy so she fell. She was lucky because the storm was to hit me. I had managed to get away from it when I noticed that she was not on her broom. I fell into a dive and caught her inches from the ground," Draco recalled once more.

"You do know that you will have to tell the Dark Lord about this, right?"

"Yes."

"Draco?" Hermione's weak shout was barely heard.

Draco looked from his mother to the door. "Don't worry, Draco. You will be fine," Narcissa whispered.

"Yes, Hermione?" Draco walked into the room, and softly whispered.

"Need… help… Harry…" She whispered hoarsely.

"Hermione?" Draco begged her.

She started to shake uncontrollably, and mentally screamed. A scream so loud and powerful that Draco heard it. It took him a few seconds to realize that she wasn't speaking. His head felt as though it were on fire. She could hear him, Voldemort, sneaking around her mind. He had sent her the image of Harry burning in the flames, and she knew that she had been the one to put him there.

"Hermione, please?" Draco begged. The pain built up so badly that his head was about to burst. "Stop, please…"

'Harry,' she mentally screamed. Then the scream stopped and she spoke, "Get Harry. Quickly. Need to see him…"

"Calm down, Hermione. Everything will be fine."

"No. He betrayed them… I have to warn them." Hermione stood up, and tried to run to the door. Instead, she fell forward and had to grab onto Draco for support.

"Hermione, sit down. You aren't strong enough."

"I'm fine," she flinched as she replied. Her ankle must have been broken or something, but she knew she had to go to her best friend. "I'll be fine." Slowly she made her way to the wall, and used it to guide her toward the fireplace. She pinched the floo powder and said, "Number twelve, Grimmald Place."

Under his breath Draco muttered: "beautiful, yet stupid."