"Pansy? Are you going to play?" Draco asked his girlfriend.

"Play? Are you kidding? I might brake a nail," Pansy replied, looking at her newly painted nails.

"GRANGER! You'll play chaser." Draco broke Hermione's train of thought.

"I'll play... chaser?" Hermione questioned. "I...don't play quidditch."

"I said that you'replaying chaser, so you play quidditch," Draco replied. "You take the Comet 360."

"Fine. But don't say that I didn't warn you," Hermione answered and stalked off toward the broom shed.

"She's got problems, doesn't she?" Pansy said, looking up from her nails.

"Yeah," Draco muttered.

"She's hot," Blaise sighed. Draco turned to him with a very shocked look on his face. "What? She is."

"She's a MUDBLOOD!" Draco informed him.

"What's that got to do with anything? She's hot. That's all that matters. I bet she'd be good in bed," Blaise replied.

"Is that all you guys think about?" Pansy asked.

Draco replied no, while Blaise simaltaniously replied yes. "She has one nice ass," Blaise told Draco. "I call her first."

"BLAISE!" Draco turned back toward his friend. Blaise gave him a serious look. "Alright. You can have her."

"Thank you," Blaise sighed and looked back at Hermione try to open the shed.

"MALFOY!" Hermione shrieked. "You MIGHT want to OPEN the shed for me!"

"Alohamora," Blaise said. A white light flew toward the shed. Hermione disappeared into the shed.

HERMIONE:

"MALFOY!" Hermione shrieked. "You MIGHT want to OPEN the shed for me!" A white light flew toward her. She jumped to the side, muttering, "Idiot." Hermione went inside the shed. A bright light was hovering over a broomstick. A Comet 360. She moved toward it, in a trance. The light moved off to the corner of the shed and hovered over a note. Hermione picked the note up and read it.

The chosen one,
Comesat last,
Take this power,
Undo the past.

Time shall freeze,
What you wish,
But don't forget,
Not to dish.

Keep a secret,
This great power,
For many wish,
For this great flower.

Pick it up,
Or leave it be,
For you may choose,
Your destiny.

Hermione looked from the note to the white light. Should she take it? This may have been what Narcissa had been talking about. The way out. She had to take it. Hermione reached out toward the light. She felt her feet leave the ground. The light flew into her hands.

OUTSIDE:

Blaise turned back to Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. "What's taking her so long?"

"How would I... WTF?" Draco had been looking at the shed when a white light errupted out of the doors, flowing outward. He ran toward the shed, the others right behind him. "Please say that she didn't find the explosives," Draco muttered.

"You have explosives in your shed?" Blaise questioned.

"Apparently," Draco replied.

Blaise reached the shed first. He walked inside and found Hermione laying on the ground. "What doI do? What do I do?" He asked Crabbe.

"I don't know. What do we do? What do we do?" Crabbe asked Draco.

"Dumb butts," Draco fell to his knees next to her. "Dad's going to kill me." He placed his pointerfinger on her wrist, checking for a pulse. "That's good,"he sighed. "She's alive. Granger. Granger!" Draco shook her shoulders. She didn't move.

"Dude. You do NOT know how to do it," Blaise pushed him aside. He leaned in toward her and kissed her on her lips. He immediately recieved a reaction. Hermione's eyes opened, and upon seeing Blaise kissing her, she weakly tried to push him off of her. He moved back when he noticed that she had reacted. Hermione thentried to sit up, but pain shot through her chest. She fell back into her origional position.

"Granger? What'd you do?" Draco asked impatiently.

"I..." Hermione started to answer, but the note had told her not to say anything about it. "I...I don't know. One minute I was standing, and the next... I was down here."

"Can you get up?" Draco impatiently questioned.

"I..." Hermione tried to sit up again, this time successfully. Hermione stood up. Upon standing, she put her hand to her head.

"Come on Granger. It's only a headache," Draco told her. Hermione stumbled to the shed's door. "Maybe you shouldn't play quidditch. Blaise? Will you take Granger up to my mother?"

"Sure," Blaise replied. "Can you walk?" Blaise asked Hermione. "Who am I kidding? You could barely make it four feet. I guess I'll have to carry you." He smiled as he said this.

"Blaise! Don't kill her," Draco told him.

"What do you consider killing?" Blaise asked.

"Not being able to breath," Draco answered. Blaise picked Hermione up and carried her (bride style) up to the manor.