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Hermione Granger thought the worst. Every muscle in her body, every inch of her being ached with unbelievable pain. Is this death? She wondered, the thought almost immediately dismissed as she heard a distant voice.
"The Dark Lord does not appreciate your impertinence! I will have no more of this. Is it true that you have been reporting to Harry Potter on occasion?" She recognized the pure rage, the sound of each breath. Malfoy...
Whoever he was interoggating was either not answering or was being very quiet about his responses. Either way Malfoy flew into a fit of rage. She winced as she heard the sounds of shattering glass and the screams of the prisoner, begging for mercy. Knowing him he will just kill him more painfully, she realized bitterly, angry with herself for knowing him so well.
Hermione tried to pry her eyes open but it felt as though they were pasted shut. Her head ached and she could hear her stomach grumbling. Pressing all of her weight to the left side of the mattress she was on she realized where she was...Hogwarts?
One of the greatest wizarding schools of all time had shut down over a year after the war had intensified, just before Hermione and the rest of the seventh years graduated. It did not seem to matter, though. They had little time for their studies.
Fondly she recalled Malfoy sitting by the lake with her, reviewing Potion's notes, twirling her hair in his fingers affectionately. Ron had grown to surrender his utter hate for the boy, though Harry was slower to forgive. They comprehended, though they did not quite understand, her feelings for Draco Malfoy, and they respected her far too much to insult him...at least when she was around.
FLASHBACK
(I'm not usually into these things, but it seems necessary)
"Name the three main ingredients used to make a Stomach Fire syrum." Hermione barked to her boyfriend, reviewing three years of Potions notes just for this occasion.
"Wolfsbane, nine hairs from a yak bred in May and cinammon." He joked, forgetting the last portion of the recipe. Hermione laughed at the blatant attempt to amuse her as she read out the final ingredient.
"The practical examination should be simple enough," Malfoy stated, remembering the O.W.Ls with some contempt. It had been Potter's fault that he had not received an Excellent on his DADA practical exam, but he put this behind him. Hermione loved her friends, a little too much, he thought quickly, dismissing the thought.
Hermione had changed drastically over the past two years. In her fifth year she had stayed up all night studying, distressing over how in the world would she pass, no, exceed the expectations. She was more level headed and cool, not the same hotheaded mudblood that Malfoy had remembered.
"I hear N.E.W.Ts are hell, though." She commented fairly, though she did not seem to overwrought over it. She knew her own strength and was well aware that she could outdo herself.
"Oy, Hermione! Malfoy!" A familiar voice called out, Ron sprinting towards them full speed, papers fluttering behind him. Hermione raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was not chasing after his own parchment. Then she saw the look in his eyes.
"Ron?" Her voice was dangerously anxious, she had only seen that expression a handful of times, all which concerned He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, though Hermione had grown accustomed to calling him Voldemort, along with Harry.
"Something fishy is going about. The whole dungeon's in disarray. It looks as though some Death Eaters, or their children," He shot Malfoy a quick look before turning back to his friend.
"have taken all of Snape's materials. Harry is sending and owl out to The Order right away," His voice hushed at the mention of The Order of The Phoenix, a secret organization out to stop Voldemort.
"You two, come with me. We think that it's best that we all stick together so, if they're still here, they can't pick us apart one by one." Malfoy sniggered, two pairs of eyes darting towards him.
"What? We would be like lambs to a slaughter, Weasley! If the Dark Lord wants us dead I doubt a handful of teenagers would be able to stop him." By the look on Hermione's face he knew immediately that he had said something very stupid and wrong.
"This handful of teenagers have thwarted VOLDEMORT on several occasions. Harry has taken him on single-handedly more than for times and has always come out of it virtually unscathed." Malfoy sneered at the mention of Potter again. He hated how she always jumped to his rescue, to defend the Boy That Lived, or the Boy That Just Wouldn't Die.
"Ooh, if you feel so safe with Potter why don't you two just run off to him and have a nice group hug." Hermione noticed the jealousy in his voice and squinted her eyes almost immediately.
"This is no thte best time to flaunt your petty jealousies, Malfoy." She snapped, but infuriating and annoying Malfoy. She had not called him that seriously for nearly a year.
"Petty jealousies? Now someone has themselves on a rather high pedestal." He sneered, knowing perfectly well that it was true. He hated how she was already right. If looks could kill Malfoy would have dropped dead in an instant.
"If these Death Eaters are still around Harry'll need us." Ron piped in, annoyed at how ignorant Malfoy was being. Hermione and Draco were still locked in a death-stare, neither one of them willing to break it.
"Fine," Malfoy declared dejectedly, light pink patches surfacing to his cool, beautiful pale skin. Hermione nodded curtly, already on the road to forgiving her lover for such insolent comments. As they scooped up their materials screams sounded in the distance, pleas for mercy were proclaimed inside the castle.
"Damn..." Malfoy mumbled, snatching Hermione's arm and pulling her with him away from Hogwarts.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, fighting back. I will not leave Harry alone! But Malfoy was stronger, tugging her as hard as he could.
"If we get off of these grounds we can apparate for help, the both of us. Weasley'll help Potter, and we can get some authority here." Hermione scowled at his obvious slight of their Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, but finally gave in. If they were going to survive this they would need more than a schoolfull of children...
THE END OF THE FLASHBACK
I really hate those things, but it seemed necessary to show how Malfoy and Hermione were (I dont know why but I just cant call him 'Draco' all the time, it seems too strange) and how their relationship was. Ill update ASAP but some reviews would help persuade me...PLEASE, if you read this, just press the submit review button and write what you think!
