By the time the tent was fully set up, night had already fallen. It had started to get a bit breezy out, so Hermione reached into her sparkly bag, grabbed a sweater out of it, and put it on. She rubbed her arms when the wind started to pick up again.

She walked into the tent for some shelter from the wind. Malfoy was in the tent as well. He gave Hermione a look when she walked in. "Where'd you get that sweater from?"

She held up the small bag, but didn't say anything. When he nodded, she put the bag down and looked away from him. Draco started to rub his arms as well and Hermione looked at him. "You cold?"

"What do you care?" he snapped.

She shrugged. "I just thought you'd want one of Ron or Harry' sweaters that I have packed, but obviously you don't, so whatever."

"Yeah, I don't want Potter and Weasel smell on me."

"Have it your way."

Hermione turned away from him and lied on her side, trying to fall asleep.

As night began to fall, it got even colder. Hermione was in a ball. Her legs were against her chest. When she started to see her breath in front of her, she grabbed her bag and reached for a blanket. She pulled one out and wrapped it around herself, not caring about Malfoy who was shivering next to her.

But after a minute and hearing Malfoy's teeth chattering, her conscience took over. She moved a little closer to him and gave him some of her blanket. He gladly took it, but didn't look at her at all. Although, she thought she heard the words "thank you" leave Draco Malfoy's mouth.

The next morning they both woke and felt as if they were both frozen. Draco and Hermione moved closer together while they were sleeping without them knowing. But it helped block the cold, so neither of them really cared.

Hermione let out a giant sigh once she woke. Why was it so cold now? Another thing to keep intruders out? Probably.

"Granger," Malfoy muffled.

"W-w-w-what?" Hermione shivered.

"It's c-c-cold." Draco regretted shivering the second it happened, but it no one could go back in time...

"N-n-n-no d-d-duh!" Hermione said. Her body started shivering out of control. She pulled the blanket close to her and pulled her legs up into her chest. Man, it was cold!

"You o-okay?"

"w-what do you c-c-care?" She spat.

"I d-don't."

They sat in silence for a while. For a few minutes Hermione stuck her head in the blanket to try to keep warm. She found her pink bag and reached inside it. She grabbed her hat, some gloves, and a scarf. She hesitated when her fingers brushed against one of Ron's sweaters that she knew would fit Malfoy. Should she give it to him? Well, she WAS the better person.

She got out from under the blanket with Ron's sweater and one of Harry's scarves and a pair of his gloves. She held them out to Malfoy. "Here."

He shook his head.

She gave him a look. "Do you want to freeze to death?"

He shook his head again.

"I thought so."

He took the stuff from her hands and put them on. "What the hell was Dumbledore thinking when he put these enchantments around the castle?"

"He was thinking of what's best for the students and teachers of Hogwarts," Hermione said obviously. She started to rub her hands together. She would never admit this, but she was thinking the exact same thing.

"Should we start walking?"

Hermione shook her head. "Too cold."

"But it won't get any better until we leave this zone thing," he said.

She looked over to him. "I know, but I don't think I can move. My feet are freezing." Hermione and Draco were both sitting up now with the blanket over their laps. Hermione pulled her feet closer to her body to keep warm. Stupid enchantments, she thought.

"Do you think everyone else is alive?" Hermione asked out of nowhere.

"Who?"

"The Hogwarts students. And the old trolley lady! Are they all dead? Did they make it to Hogwarts? Were they kidnapped? Are they traveling like we are?" Hermione was talking to herself more than she was talking to him.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know."

"And Harry? And Ron? And Ginny? And Luna? And Dean? And Neville? And-"

"I GET IT!" Draco yelled. "You miss your friends, I know. But you're not the only one with friends who were on the train, you know."

Hermione didn't say anything. She didn't know how to respond to that. "Maybe we should go." Hermione said, trying to change the subject. "The only way to beat this cold is moving forward... Then it'll get worse."

"Worse? Dumbledore's a nut!"

"He's a genius!" Hermione defended.

Draco rolled his eyes, "whatever."

"Oh, here we go with the 'whatever' again. Whoopie. I'm so lucky to be traveling with a person who only know how to say 'whatever.'" Hermione said sarcastically.

He shook his head.

Hermione ignored him and started to stand up when a big gush of wind came and knocked her down. She fell right into Malfoy's lap. He glared at her. "Ow! You're heavier thann you look, Granger!"

Hermione's face redened, but she tried to not make it obvious. She glared at him. "I'm not THAT heavy, Malfoy."

"Maybe you should try for a salad at the next feast in the Great Hall."

She punched him on the arm and he pretended like it hurt. She glared at him again. "Sorry. It's not my fault I fell."

Hermione tried to get herself up/ She grabbed onto his shoulder for support. For a moment she felt a spark run up her finger, but that was impossible so she ignored it. She stood up and straightened out her clothes. "We going?"

He stood up also. "Let's start packing."

It took twenty minutes this time to pack everything because it was so cold and windy. They walked for about ten minutes in silence until the wind got even stronger. If Hermione's hair were wet, the end would literally turn to icicles. That's how cold it was.

Hermione shivered. She officially hated the cold, and she would never go back to liking it. She now knew that getting back to Hogwarts would not be a piece of cake.

Hermione suddenly stopped in her tracks. Malfoy got a few paces ahead until he realized Hermione stopped and he turned around. He held up his arms. "Why'd you stop."

Hermione was shivering out of control. "I-I-I c-c-cant d-d-do i-it. T-too c-c-c-cold."

Malfoy took a few steps closer to her. "I k-know it's c-cold, but we h-have to k-keep m-moving f we w-want to b-beat it."

Hermione shook her head frantically. She couldn't walk anymore. Her body wouldn't let her.

Draco gave her a look. "Then y-you're j-just going t-to stay h-here forever?"

Hermione nodded, not knowing what was going on. The cold seemed to be freezing her brain because she couldn't seem to think at all. "It's u-u-unbearable. I-I c-can't t-take it."

"Y-you're the one who s-said we h-have to k-keep moving f-forward."

"I-I know, but I c-can't."

"I d-don't care if you c-can't. Come on."

Draco grabbed Hermione by the arms and started dragging her forward. When she tried to protest, he put his arm around her waist and dragged her that way. She wasn't strong enough to get out of his grip, and his body heat did make her a bit warmer.

After walking for a long time, they saw a cave to the side. Draco dragged Hermione in. It was warm in there. The walls seemed to block the wind from entering. Draco set up a fire and took off the gloves and scarf he was wearing. "We're staying here for the night."

Hermione was still defrosting. "Oh, so now you're in charge?"

"Someone has to be. And that someone has to be a person who won't back down when it gets a little cold outside." He said rudely.

"It wasn't just a little cold, Malfoy. Can you not be a total arse for five minutes?" She was fed up and tired. She didn't sleep well the night before. Oh, and she was hungry too. She stomach growled. The noise echoed throughout the cave. Draco snickered and Hermione gave him an evil glare. "Shut up, ferret."

They both had snake again. Hermione needed to find some fruit or something, but knowing this forest, the fruit could be poisonous or have some sort of spell on it.

When Hermione's eyes started to droop, she lied down next to the cave wall, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.