DISREGUARDS HBP&DH!

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Chapter Two:

Hermione opened her eyes and had a major headache. She looked over and noticed she was lying on top of Draco Malfoy. She quickly crawled away from him and observed her surroundings. Everything was scattered across the floor. The seats fell apart and Hermione was sitting on the door to the compartment. She look out the door and realized the train had crashed and it was tipped over on the side. She looked to see if anyone was around or still on the train, but there was no one in sight. The train was deserted.

She heard Malfoy stir and groan. He held onto his head and sat up. "Ow, what the bloody hell happened?" He looked over at Hermione and glared at her. "Thank for crashing into me, Granger," he said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh then I'm sorry the train had to crash," she retorted back at him. She tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn't budge. "It's stuck."

"You're just doing it wrong, move," he went over to the door and tried to open it.

"I think I know how to open a door, Malfoy."

He was pulling at the door, but it still wouldn't open. He swore under his breath and took his wand out of his pocket. He mumbled a few spells, none of them working.

Meanwhile, Hermione went over to the other side of the compartment. She looked up at the ceiling and saw the windows. She stepped on all the trash that was on the floor and reached up to it. She was able to touch the window and when she did, she pushed up on it. It wouldn't open. "Help me get the window open," she commanded.

He looked over at her and stood next to her. He stood on the trash and pounded against the window and the glass shattered. Hermione ducked, trying to avoid broken glass getting into her skin. When she looked back up, she could almost reach the rim of the window to get out, but her five foot four figure couldn't grab it.

Draco raised his eyebrows and grabbed the rim without even trying. Hermione glared at him and still tried to grab it. "Need some help there?"

"No, I can handle this on my own." Hermione knew she couldn't do it on her own, but she didn't want him to think she was weak.

"Are you sure?"

She glared at him, "Yes."

"Alright then, suit yourself." He pushed her out of the way and put both hands on the rim. He climbed up easily and stood on the side of the train. He looked around; there wasn't a person in sight for miles and he knew Hogwarts was far away from where they were.

Hermione still tried to get up, but she couldn't. Draco started walking away. "Hey, where are you going?"

"As far away from you as possible."

She didn't want to end up dying there in that train so she called out to him, "can you help me up?"

He walked back over to where Hermione was and raised his eyebrows at her. "So the know-it-all I-can-do-everything-myself Granger needs my help?"

She sighed heavily, "Yes, Malfoy, I need your help."

He smirked and let his hands down. "Take my hands and I'll pull you up."

She hesitated, not sure if he would just drop her.

"C'mon, I don't bite," he smirked again.

She took a deep breath and grabbed his hands. He pulled her up without much struggle. It wasn't too easy, but he was able to bring her up.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Whatever."

She stood up and straightened out her jeans and shirt. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her beaded bag. She packed the bag full of items just in case of an emergency. It was pocket-sized, but it was like an endless black hole. So many things could fit inside of it. 'I knew this would come in handy,' she thought, smiling.

"What are you smiling about, Granger? We're in the middle of nowhere. Now's not the time to smile." Draco said.

"I remember packing this bag full of emergency supplies before I went to the train."

"You knew the train was going to crash?" He asked suspiciously.

She gave him a look, "of course not! I packed this in case I needed it. Since the war, I've always packed emergency supplies."

He raised his eyebrows.

"You know, Malfoy, if you keep raising your eyebrows like that, they'll stay up there forever."

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, and jump down."

"Excuse me?" She asked a bit startled.

"You heard me," he paused. "Jump."

"I'm not jumping! It's too far down!"

"Oh, stop being a baby!" He said.

She shook her head 'no.' There was no way in hell she was jumping off the side of a train.

"Don't make me have to push you."

Her eyes widened, "you wouldn't dare-"

He grabbed her waist and jumped down with her. They both landed on their backs and Hermione moved away from him, groaning in pain. "Why'd you do that?!" She asked angrily.

He coughed, "how else were we supposed to get down?"

She sat up and glared at him. "We could've climbed down the side!"

"That would take too long."

She rubbed her temples before standing up. He stood up as well. "Well what do we do now?" He asked.

She sighed, "I guess the only thing we can do is try to find our way back to Hogwarts." She started walking in a direction.

"How do you know that's even the right way?"

She pointed to the train tracks, "follow the tracks."

He didn't say anything, but he did feel pretty stupid. "How long do you suppose it'll take to get to Hogwarts?"

She didn't look at him, just straight ahead, "I'm guessing a few days since we're walking and we weren't even on the train for that long."

"He groaned loudly. "Great, now I have to spend a few days with you."

She turned back and glared at him. "Do you ever shut up?"

"No," he said simply.

'Great,' she thought, 'just what I need: to be stuck with someone who loves to hear his own voice.'