"Finite incantatem."

The dark-haired head of Theodore Nott leaned over the now-visible pit in a satisfied gaze, and his dark-blue eyes narrowed as he found who he had been looking for in the bottom of the cavity.

"Ahem… well."

After half a second of thinking, the short boy searched his pockets for a piece of paper he then crumpled up into a fist-sized ball, and threw it on the intertwined couple that was sleeping down the pit.

Both the lovers startled awake and backed off from each other in a frantic jump. And both of them gave him a lost, sleepy, astounded look he just answered with a sympathetic nod.

Morning, lovebirds.

Good thing they were still - or already - dressed up. Things would have gotten really awkward otherwise.
Nott smiled at the idea.

He then turned around and yelled across the library. "Ok guys, I think I found them."

And before any of Draco or Hermione could utter a word, noisy steps came running toward the pit and Potter and Weasley appeared over the edge with faces of panic.

"Hermione ! Are you ok ? Oh my god ! What happened to your wand ?" and "How come you ended up down there with him ?" and "What did cross my mind to let you come in here all alone !" and "I'm not letting you borrow the cloak anymore, that's for sure" and their voices were just confused and angry stammerings and they were just up there waving their arms when the ladder Nott brought fell into the pit to allow the two captives to finally get out.

And as the Gryffindors reunion was all kisses and relieved words and warm hugs, the Slytherin saviour got a polite and discreetly thankful nod from his roommate.

"How did you find me ?" asked Draco after a short while, as Nott gave him a cup of wiggenweld.

"Blaise told me you had come here."

"Yeah ok but... the hiding spell and everything ?"

"I've helped Mrs Pince store some old books down there with Pansy yesterday and well" Nott made a slight movement with his head toward a spot behind him "with its door still lying over there, I found odd the pit looked closed today." He yawned. "And, yeah, you + an angry Pansy + the library at night, I'm not that bad at maths."

Draco nodded with a wry smile, probably not feeling like giving further details. He added as he emptied the cup. "Can you imagine I actually thought I would rot down there until the end of days ? Sounds so stupid now."

"I imagine desperate time calls for desperate measures" Theo answered with a shrug of his shoulders, slowly heading toward the exit of the library.

Malfoy immediately replied, frowning. "We were just keeping each other from dying of cold because..."

"I did not ask."

And Malfoy did not add a single word. And Nott pretended not to notice the quick, guilty glance he just took backward.

And the two of them simply left the library, closing the door on a unbearably noisy Golden Trio and memories that, well, would never be spoken of again.

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. MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK


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. And here it ends. Hope you enjoyed it, even with that Nott-point-of-view last part that came a little out of nowhere (but which I liked writing, I love this jaded character so much.)

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. See you soon for a new story !