Nothing much happened besides planning over the next handful of days. It was a lot to plan. Their plan had to be absolutely perfect, or they'd be in a lot of trouble.
Hermione spent the majority of her time in the library, trying to find anything she could on this mysterious spell, but she couldn't find anything like it. Of course she couldn't-it obviously hadn't been published. She'd be willing to bet that the only reason Voldemort had known of the spell was because Bellatrix must have known about it, being a member of the Black family.
Hermione liked to read because she was able to keep her mind off of other things. Things such as what had happened with Draco Malfoy outside of the Great Hall.
But books couldn't hide the fact that it had happened. Hermione sighed and sat back, staring down at the pages of her book. It was as if it happened just a few minutes ago. Hermione brought her fingers to her lips, pressing where Draco's had been. She shook her head.
She'd been running desperately to the Great Hall, needing to find Harry and Ron, to make sure they were alright. That was when someone grabbed her roughly by the arm and yanked her into the alcove. Hermione went to scream, but a hand clasped over her mouth. She pointed her wand into the neck of her assailant, but he suddenly let her go. Hermione spun around to find it was Draco Malfoy, staring down at her solemnly.
Without a thought at why he may have stopped her, Hermione spat in his face, turning to bolt away. She was so close!
But Draco gabbed her wrist, at the same time wiping Hermione's saliva from his face.
"What are you doing, kidnapping me? Let go! Why aren't you with mummy and daddy? Why aren't you trying to protect your holy master? He's about to lose, you know. Go on! Save him!" She was screaming. She didn't want to admit how scared she really was. "Save him!"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "I wanted to find you."
Hermione blinked.
"To make sure you were still alive."
A pause. What was he saying? "Why?"
Draco blinked now.
And then he kissed her. It was warm and rough and made Hermione's vision sparkle. It was so sudden and so comforting and so welcoming that Hermione forgot they were in a war. That is, until Draco pulled away, watched her for a few seconds, kissed her once more, softly and sweetly, and dashed off. He wasn't running towards his side, he wasn't running towards her side. He was running straight down the middle. He was running to his own side.
Hermione shook her head. She blinked back to the present and realised someone was saying her name.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, snapping in his face.
Hermione jumped back at the sudden noise and shook her head.
"Oh-sorry, Harry. I've been pretty out of it lately."
"I've noticed," Harry said bitterly. But he shook his head and smiled at her. "Whatever. What I wanted to say is you're needed downstairs. We've got a plan."

Hermione stood at the entrance to the ministry, the plan running through her head over and over again. It was so simple that she was surprised it had taken them this many days to come up with it. It was so simple that no one on the inside of the ministry would ever think of it.
All they would do is walk in and take Sirius back.
It was just she, Ron and Harry. They were famous since Voldemort's downfall five days ago, and anywhere they went they were surrounded by people who wanted autographs. It was one of the strangest things ever, but something Hermione figure she'd have to get used to it.
Harry walked in first. Just as was predicted, they were immediately surrounded by people who either demanded to know their business in the ministry or who wanted to praise them and get a photograph to be autographed.
"Please, we're just here to visit a friend of ours at work," Harry said, holding up his hands. He jerked his head at Ron. "His dad. He forgot his lunch. We were just running it in for him."
A lady who had seemed ready to literally kick them out the door eyed them skeptically, but stepped aside to allow them to pass. They headed for the elevator, passing through the crowds of people. They got some excited, happy, and grateful looks, but they also received quite a few spiteful looks. It seemed there were a lot of Dark Lord supporters at the ministry. That could pose as a problem if they weren't careful.
They waited for the lift quite impatiently. When it opened, they had their fingers crossed that it would be empty, but there were three people in it-one was a perfectly normal man. The other two were not-they were joined at the hip. Literally.
Harry pressed the button again. "I'll just wait for the next one," he said as the doors closed.
They were lucky when the next lift showed up empty. They scuttled inside and waited for the lift to take them down to the darkest parts of the ministry, to the mysterious department of mysteries. The place where they would once again be united with Sirius.
Harry was itching to see his godfather again. He took to rocking on his heels to let loose some of his nervous energy, but nothing helped.
Hermione took his hand and squeezed lightly, offering up a smile.
"Everything's going to be alright once we get Sirius back."
Harry nodded.
Just then, the lift doors slid open. The three of them stepped out of the lift and into the dark department of mysteries. They retraced their steps from the last time they were there without hesitation-every step was crucial to the plan. If they set off an alarm or a trap, it was over.
A strange music played around them. It was dark and creepy, played on a piano that plinked when they keys were struck. It echoed around them, making Hermione sleepy and more afraid than she really was or knew she had any need to be.
Finally, they came to the veil. This was going to be no easy task. Hermione took a deep breath, and the three of them stepped towards the fabric, hoping this would go quick and easy.

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