A mass panic started. Every single student, except for most Slytherin students, began to scream and run. Ron held on tightly to Trinity's hand as they were jostled through the crowd. Harry and Hermione were no where to be seen.

This is it, Trinity thought to herself. This is when I die.

As they were jostled out of the Great Hall, hallways became unrecognizable, all the pictures looked the same. Ron's hand was slipping out of hers and she tried to hang on.

"Don't let go, Trinity," he called to her, trying to get a better grip on her hand.

A hand grabbed her arm, pulling her backwards away from Ron. She called out his name and he called back. Trinity fell to the ground as students ran by her. She held her hands over her head, fearing the trampling feet.

All the students were gone, suddenly, leaving her lying face down in the middle of an unknown corridor. Part of her dress was torn and she was messing one shoe. Sitting up, she pulled off the other shoe and threw it. She couldn't move in high heels anyway.

Trinity stood, brushing dust and dirt from her dress. It was eerily silent in the corridor and cold. She wrapped her arms around her chest and started off after the crowd which had long since disappeared.

"Hello?" she called. Her voice echoed off the chilly walls.

She turned slightly, thinking she heard footsteps but the hallway was still empty. She was scaring herself. Every sound sounded like a footstep or some one's low breath.

"Hello?" she called again. This time, she had distinctively heard a footstep on the cobblestone ground. "Hello? Is someone there?"

There was a low chuckle before Trinity felt a tug in the small of her back that pulled her backwards, flying down the corridor until she hit a dead end, slumping to the ground.

Her head pounded and her vision blurred. She felt a trickle of blood slide down her forehead, trickling to the floor.

Footsteps approached her, slowly and deliberately. Trinity slowly pushed her self into sitting position, wiping the blood from her forehead. She reached up and touched the sore spot on her head.

"Told you we'd see each other outside of Hogwarts."

Trinity blinked a couple of times, her vision becoming clear. "No," she said. "But – I – You –"

Draco Malfoy approached her, his wand in his hand and an evil grin on his face. "Me."

Unshed tears stung Trinity's eyes and she blinked them away. "But – I thought we were – I thought you and I were –"

"What?" Draco said, kneeling in front of her and taking her chin in his hand. "A family? Ha! That's a good one. You never caught on once that I was using you. Maybe you are just as dimwitted as your father. Why on earth would I consider you, the daughter of a filthy, Mudblood and a blood traitor, family?"

Feeling angry now, Trinity spit at him, hawking one right into his face. He let go of her, wiping his face off angrily. "You'll do much better as a vessel for the Dark Lord's Horcrux than as a human being."

He stood up straight and pointed his wand at her. A second later, Trinity felt the air being sucked out of her lungs. She clutched at her throat, falling over again, gasping for the air that wasn't coming. She saw Draco's evil grin as her vision dulled again, black spots appearing in front of her eyes.

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell lifted and Trinity painfully sucked in a great gasp of air, coughing as she did so. Her chest hurt as she tried to breathe better. It still felt like someone was chocking her. She felt hands under her arms, pulling her to her feet and pulling her off out of the hallway. She glanced down and saw Draco knocked unconscious on the floor.

Ron pulled her around the corner, stopping her. "What did he do to you Trinity?" he said, wiping blood off her flushed face.

Trinity nodded. "We have to get out of here before he wakes up."

Trinity started off when Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, capturing her lips with his. A chill ran up and down her spine as Ron wrapped his arms around her waist. When he stopped, she looked up at him, almost as breathless as when there had been a spell on her. "Wow," she gasped.

"Come on," Ron said, pulling her off again. She let him lead, still in shock from having been kissed, her first kiss really.

He led her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind them. He kissed her again, running his fingers up and down her back. She clutched onto the front of his dress robes, holding him closer to her. Ron moved back slightly, grabbing her hands and pressing his forehead against hers. "I want you to stay here," he whispered.

Trinity opened her eyes to look up into his. He was staring at her with so much love and worry, that for a minute, it was overwhelming but she let herself fall into it like a comforting embrace. "Ron, I—"

"Please, Trinity. If you -- if something were – I can't let you get hurt Trinity. . . . Please, stay in here, where you'll be safe."

He kissed her again. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered.

Tears slid down Trinity's face, falling onto their hands. She wasn't sure what she had done to deserve him. She had been rude and unresponsive when they first met and yet he still kept on, trying to help her when she refused it.

Ron lifted up her head with his finger and kissed her once again. "I'll come back for you, Trin, I promise. You just have to promise me that you'll stay in here."

Trinity hesitated before nodding slightly. Ron kissed her one last time and then ran out, his wand drawn.

Leaning against a table, Trinity waited a few moments before she left the room, unarmed but knowing what she had to do.

"I'm sorry Ron," she said softly, hurrying off in the same direction he had gone in.