Chapter Three:
As they walked along the tracks in silence, Hermione began thinking. What if they don't make it back in time? What if they starve?
Her face turned pale as she thought those horrible thoughts. Her legs were starting to get tired, and she noticed the tracks began fading away. "Hey, look."
She bent down next to where the track ended and Draco looked over her shoulder. "The track just ends, but how is that possible?"
He gave her a look, "how the hell am I supposed to know."
She looked over her shoulder and glared at him, "I wasn't talking to you, Malfoy!"
"Oh, so you were talking to yourself?"
"Just shut up!"
Draco made a face at her when she turned away from him. 'She's so stubborn…She really doesn't know how to have a good time.' He thought.
Hermione thought to herself for a while. She thought about where they would go to get to Hogwarts. "I guess we have to go through the forest," she said after a while.
He sighed to himself, "whatever."
"Is that the only word you know?" She asked. Her voice had an annoyed tone to it.
"What?" He asked baffled.
"You heard me; all you've been saying to me this entire time is 'whatever,'" she mocked him. "Do you even know any other words?"
He raised his eyebrows (again) which made Hermione even more frustrated with him. "Erg, you have no idea how agitating you are!"
"I can say the same for you!" he shot back. "All you do is pretend like you're the smartest person on the planet, but guess what…you're not!"
"I do not think I'm the smartest person on the planet!"
"Yes you do; you do because all you do is point out the obvious like I'm an idiot! I've noticed the tracks ended!"
She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. She didn't want to waste her energy arguing with that stupid ferret. She started walking again toward the forest not even caring if he was following her. She didn't want to find her back with him; she could take care of herself.
He ran up to her, "where do you think you're going?"
"As far away from you as possible," she said.
"Fine, go ahead! Leave without me and die."
She turned back and faced him; her arms were crossed. "You think I need you to stay alive? I believe it's the other way around, buddy."
He raised his eyebrows again and Hermione rolled her eyes, "I can't stay with someone for days who keeps raising his eyebrows. It's annoying as hell; you really need a new hobby!"
"And you need to learn to shut up and stop being a know-it-all."
She sighed heavily and noticed the sun was going down. She knew they had to find a place to sleep, and arguing wouldn't bring them anywhere.
"Let's just go find someplace to camp out." She said as she walked into the woods with Malfoy at her heels.
They found a small spot not noticeable from someone standing outside the woods. They didn't want to take a chance and be seen by whoever crashed the Hogwarts Express. Hermione packed the same tent that was used during the triwizrd tournament in her beaded bag. The Weasley's let her take it, just in case.
"Wow, Granger, you're really prepared for this…"
She gave him a look, "the Weasley's let me take it with me in case Ron, Harry or I needed it." Her expression fell to blank after she said that. She thought about Ron and Harry. Were they safe? Did they get back to Hogwarts? Was everyone except her and Draco dead?
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," she said.
He rolled his eyes, "I'm not stupid you know."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she mumbled.
"I heard that."
"Don't care!"
Hermione stood and smiled at the great job she did. Just as she was looking around, the whole tent collapsed, toppling them.
"Wow Granger, putting up a tent is really that difficult?" he was clearly annoyed.
She got out from under the tent and saw Draco rubbing the back of his neck. "I put it up perfectly, I know I did!" She examined her surroundings.
"Well obviously you didn't put it up perfectly!"
"No, I did, which is why this is strange." Her hand was on her chin as she thought. She walked around the perimeter of the tent and observed it. "There's something odd about all of this." She bent down next to the tent and noticed a giant hole in the side. "What?"
"What?" Draco bent down next to her, "what the hell?"
"Great, bad tent."
"I bet it was those Weasels," he stood.
Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up as well. "I doubt they'd give me a faulty tent."
He turned and walked around to the front of the tent and Hermione followed. "We can make a shelter with the remains of this tent." She suggested.
"I hope you have fun with that." He sat on a rock and put his hands behind his head. Hermione glared at him and he raised his eyebrows.
"Don't think I'm doing this by myself! You're helping," she stated.
"Fine, but only because I don't want it to rain on me. My hair frizzes and it's not pretty." He got up and started tearing the tent.
"Oh, God forbid your hair frizzes," she mumbled to herself and helped him tear the tent into pieces.
