Chapter Three

The Womping Willow

"Blair, Blaise." Malfoy hissed.

"Over here Drake." Blaise called back in a whisper.

It was 3pm exactly. The sky was a brilliant blue and the temperature was a type of warm that made you feel drowsy. One hour before hand, Hermione had managed to sneak into Harry and Ron's room and tuck Harry's invisibility cloak into her back-pack, after excusing herself from an invitation to Honeyduke's from Potter and Weasley she escaped down the corridors, across the field to the Womping willow tree, just in time to hide herself behind a large bush before Malfoy and Zambini arrived. Both boys appeared to be flushed in the face as if they had run all the way to the tree, sweat was running down their cheeks as they both casually pulled their shirts off over their head and sat down a few meters away from the tree. (The tree had a history of being violent you see)

Hermione forced herself not to gasp out aloud when the boys had flung of their shirts. She had to admit, even though she would rather eat dung then admit out loud, the boys (especially Malfoy) had rather attractive torsos.

Quiditch practise must have be the reason behind their stunning stomachs she assumed. After quickly calming her mind, she quickly adjusted herself into a comfortable position before casting a quick spell for magnifying sound. Concentrating on the conversation, Hermione's expression quickly changed from curious to plain mortification.

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One long hour later Draco finished the conversation by gripping Blaise's shoulder tightly and looking at him seriously with his steel blue Malfoy eyes.

"Blaise, it is imperative that the mudblood bitch doesn't find out this information until we work out what type of reward we want for keeping quiet. Do you understand? If I find out you have leaked out this information, by the Gods the dark Lord will look like nicer chap than I." Draco spoke firmly.

Blaise simply nodded his head, "Of course brother, tell me to give the oath and I shall, I promise to tell not a single soul."

Draco shook Blaise's shoulder fiercely and nodded his head.

"I trust you, after all I have known you all my life, and you are like a brother to me. And with the newly attained information, we shall flee our fucked up families. Because the Dark Lord shall grant us any wish we desire." Draco smiled evilly.

And with that the boys stood, grabbing their shirts loosely in their hands and walked off towards the castle without a second glance behind.

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Hermione shook in her hiding spot, the two boys were long gone, but she still sat in the same exact position. Her legs were numb, her face pale, she couldn't even find the strength to stand up. She was completely and utterly speechless.

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"Potter, Weasley, a word now". Professor Snape barked.

As their professor strode ahead of the two boys Harry whispered.

"Have you done anything I should know about Ron?

"Wwhat? Ron looked concerned.

"Err I dunno Harry? Have I? He stuttered.

"I dunno Ron, I dunno". Harry shook his head.

But whatever it is it must be serious; Snape never comes to our common room.

When Professor Snape came to a halt outside a deserted classroom, he motioned the two boys to enter. Slowly, looking both ways the boys before entering they walked in silently awaiting their fate.

"I suppose, Mr Weasley and Mr Potter, you are confused as to why I would call you two in for a word at this time of night".

"But first let me ask you one simple question." Snape spoke as his eyes narrowed slightly.

"From my vantage point, in the great hall, you must realise that I see everything… E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g" Snape repeated.

Harry and Ron quickly turned to each other looking worried.

"Miss Granger". Snape continued. "Was not with you, am I correct".

Both boys nodded in confusion.

"And seeing that both of you are friends of the head girl, the two of you may be able enlighten me on where Miss Granger may be.

"Still confused", Snape sneered, as he watched the boy's expressions.

"Perhaps this little piece of information will help you out. Miss Granger was supposed to meet me at 8pm this evening for detention".

Both boys turned to each in amazement.

"Yes". Professor Snape snapped.

The Griffindor princess, had received a detention, but what I do not understand is why in all of her days at Hogwarts she has decided to be late tonight?"

"Professor." Ron squeaked.

"Now that you mention it, Harry and I haven't seen Hermione since this afternoon."

Snape quickly turned his head away from the boys to hide the fact that all colour had drained from his face.

"You are dismissed." He spoke quietly.

With that the two boys fled as fast as they possibly could, while wondering what on earth was going on with Hermione.

As the boy's reached the fat Lady portrait Harry whispered to Ron.

"Ron, I'm just going to grab my invisibility cloak and map, just wait for me here alright, we have to find Hermione and see if she's okay."

Ron nodded silently, he was also very pale. Even though he never would admit it to anyone he rather like Hermione, since the very first day they met on the Hogwarts Express he new that they would become friends, although it took him a few years to realise that he wanted to be more than just a friend. He loved Hermione, but he doubted she would ever love him more than a friend.

Drake: Just a nickname for Draco. (However if you don't like it I'll stop using it)

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