I do not own any of these characters or anything that might seem similar to J.K Rowling. If something in the story seems similar or familiar to the actual story plot well that's probably because it is but I just happened to throw the two main characters into a different situation so that idea I do take credit for. Sadly everything else, well I'm not that talented.

Everything happened too fast for Hermione's taste. She recalled yelling, anger, tempers flaring, the satisfying feeling of causing Malfoy pain and then hearing a horrible ear piercing shrill and now she was being yanked by her arm to Merlin knows where. The familiar feeling of adrenaline coursed through her body as she tripped over her own feet trying to keep up with the ridiculously fast Malfoy. Following instincts she looked back to see what was chasing them and it's then when her brown eyes focused on the entrance that she caught sight of it. Taking in what she has saw Hermione wasn't sure if she could be certain but from what she seen there was no mistaking the very familiar features. The only logical thought processing in her head was Buckbeak, but it wasn't possible since no one knew where they were. Though that thing held similarities to Buckbeak she noticed in a way, it looked nothing like the hippogriff from third year. Before she could take another glance she was being jerked forward so hard it caused her to stumble forward and nearly falling on her face if her arms didn't go forth breaking her fall.

Hitting the floor with a thud Hermione felt an uncomfortable unyielding throb in her right wrist. Moving to a kneeling position, she sat back on her feet removing any weight off her strained wrist. Holding her breath she moved the injured limb slightly causing her to lose her breath in seconds from the pain. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, the throb increased into an unsettling pounding ache causing her eyes to sting but even through the distress she looked on the bright side. "If you can move it, then it isn't broken" remembering the familiar saying Mrs. Weasley usually used on her sons Hermione felt sudden relief knowing her wrist wasn't broken but just sprained. Squeezing her eyes Hermione took deep calming breathes attempting to assure herself with the thought of fixing this little number with her wand...her wand that remained on the table, on the table in the other room, in the other room where some familiar unknown thing was chasing them to do what, was the unknown...Oh shit!

"MY WAND!" She shouted, nonchalant to her sprained wrist as she moved to her feet to stare at the back of Malfoy's pale head while he finished muttering a charm.

Draco didn't stop to think. Every thought in his mind was consumed with the only thought to move and be fast about it, so when he stared at the plain wooden door after casting a quick colloprotus spell he couldn't believe the words that were shouted from behind him. You have got to be shiting me; they seriously call her the brightest witch of our age. Turning to face 'the annoying little bitch of his time' he took notice to her appearance that reminded him of a child about ready to throw a fit. "Well you're not going back to get it" he spoke with finality.

"You're mental if you believe I'm going anywhere with you without my wand?" Just as Hermione finished criticizing Malfoy the door behind him was hit with a loud bang that filled the room while causing the door to rattle before another following bang. Malfoy didn't hesitate to jump away from the barricaded entrance as he took stance by Hermione with his wand already raised.

"Is it them?" Hermione asked her voice barely above a whisper.

In honesty he didn't know if it was, but he knew it wouldn't be wise to find out. "I don't think so, but we have to move fast, that won't hold them long" Draco order backing away from the door to finally take in his surroundings.

It wasn't quite a study but there was one wall occupied with bookshelves and a giant fire place reminding him of the common rooms from back at Hogwarts, but this room was about the size of two common rooms put together. An old French country pattern covered the walls, ceiling and furniture. It blanketed the room with a camouflage of blues. It was only when you starred at a spot in the study that you noticed a couch in front of the fire place or the two arms chairs flanking the sofa. If it wasn't for the tables with lamps on them Draco wouldn't have noticed where the furniture was placed. Walking more into the room he scanned along the pattern covered walls searching for a door that wasn't there."Shit" he hissed There has to be a way out, I'm sure this place has plenty of exits...but just where? If this was home...Thinking of all the passages at the manor he paced the room until what seemed like the obvious hit him, running to the center of the room where he examined the wall of books one more time.

There were nothing like the ones in the library, instead of a plain bookshelves these ones where designed in a strange oval with odd carving on the border of the wood. Noticing the obvious once more, he pointed it out to Granger in a hush voice. "You see that" he called to her pointing his index finger to the book of shelves.

"I honestly don't think this is a time to scan the shelves for reading material Malfoy" she answered with a roll of her brown eyes as she stopped her own search to watch Malfoy.

Shooting her an incredulous look he rolled his eyes "No you twit, it's a passage"

Catching on to his meaning, Hermione met him in the center of the room "Oh like on one of those episodes of Scooby when you pull a book" she trailed off.

"Granger, what the hell are you talking about and what the hell is Scuuby"

"It's Sc-oo-by, and never mind" Hermione answered while walking over to the bookshelves and pulling on books with her good hand in search for the lever that would reveal a secret passage. Lost in her search for the lever she once again didn't notice Malfoy behind her until she heard his voice in her ear, informing her just how close he was...once again.

"Granger" he said not waiting for a response "Step aside" he ordered tugging on her right wrist and then releasing it as she jumped away from him with a growl. "What the fu-"

"BAM"

Another loud bang echoed in the room which was shortly followed with another ear piercing screech that tore Draco's eyes from Granger's disheveled self. Returning his attention back on the shelves he felt on the side trims, feeling for any prop to grasp. Reaching a little further his fingers skimmed a wide crack that had him latching onto the accessory. Fidgeting with the stupid thing he gave it one hard jerk when losing his patience. Hearing a loud creak, Draco couldn't help but feel a little smug as he leaned his weight forward, pushing the bookshelf back against like a heavy door opening.

Taking no time to diddle daddle he shoved Granger forward into the dark passage to only shut the heavy door behind them. Left in the complete darkness and the unknown Draco raised his wand and muttered the lumos incantation. A bright ball of light shot out down the dingy tunnels, where it landed was a mystery to him. Starring down the path he took notice to the hard breathing coming from beside him. Slouched over with her hair covering her face and hugging herself was Granger panting loudly.

"Granger?"

"Hmm?" she answered without moving.

Though she was coherent the pain in her tone was evident even to him. Eyeing her lack of movement Draco stepped closer to her rigid figure "Everything alright?"

"Fine" She knew she sounded like she was pain because she was, but Hermione couldn't bring herself to let Malfoy know this, even though he saved her he was still the enemy.

"Oh come off it, what's the matter wit you?" Draco asked, feeling irritated that he had to ask twice and her reluctance to tell the truth.

Knowing she had to play it off, Hermione stood straight against the cold stone wall, inhaled deeply through her nose making an audible sucking noise and looked Malfoy in the face with an obvious hurt expression "Nothing I can't cope"

Liar! Not sure what bothered him more, the fact that she lied straight to his face or that she was a horrible liar he scrutinized her face and took a step back to eye her. The memory of her jumping away from him earlier made its way to the front of his thoughts, though it's not unusual for her to move away from him but the sound she made when he touched her hand was. Looking at her hands he took in how the right one seemed perfectly still as the other was balled into a tight little fist. Reaching for her right hand he sighed loudly when she pulled away from him and tried to step back which was idiotic since her back was against the wall.

"Granger...I'm not going to hurt you?"

Looking at him incredulously, Hermione wasn't sure if he was serious or if this was some sick joke. Ever since he first acknowledged her all he ever wanted to do was cause her pain and now he was telling her he wasn't going to hurt her. "Yeah right" she said laughing without any humor.

"If I was going to hurt you-" Draco protested but before he could continue Granger cut him off "I'm hurt because of you." she shouted pointing an accusing finger at him.

"How you blame your clumsiness on anyone else is beyond me mudblood"

"Clumsiness! You threw me across the room"

"Threw! I saved your life!" The muscles tightening in his back he stopped himself before things could escalate like before with her. Collecting himself Draco took a deep breath and made sure to keep any anger from his voice before speaking again, "I just want to see it is all"

"It's just a sprain, I'll be fine"

"Don't be stupid Granger, let me heal it"

"I can do it myself when I get my wand back"

"You're not going back"

"You don't get to tell me what to do"

"Stop being a child" Rolling her eyes, Hermione at the moment couldn't help but feel like a child when looking up at a 6'2 Malfoy; she hated feeling short.

"Do you even know how to heal?"

"Granger I don't think you're in any position to be insulting anyone, now give it" he retorted but regretted it as soon as Granger's eyes widened at his joke. Holding his hand out, he tried a more subtle approach "PLEASE?"

Eyeing his face suspiciously she hesitantly laid her small delicate wrist in his large hand. Her stomach tightened when his long fingers gently wrapped around her wrist and brought it closer him. She winced and hissed in pain involuntarily when he squeezed it slightly for Merlin knows why. Panting loudly, it took whatever strength left in her not to punch Malfoy for causing the stinging ache to return again.

Stopping his examination when hearing her whimper he looked down at her face that was covered in beads of perspiration. Her heaving form and shut eyes reminded Draco of a wounded animal, feeling a tinge of guilt for being the one to cause her pain he brought his wand to her sprang wrist. Barely touching his wand to her injury he recited the incantation in his head.

There was throbbing and stinging one moment and then the next, nothing. She didn't even hear him say the spell. Removing her wrist from Malfoy's opened hand she moved it around experimentally and when feeling no sting or pounding she let out an audible sigh of relief. Looking up to meet his gray eyes that shined silver under the lumos ray she fidgeted. When he didn't look away or step back Hermione realized that he wasn't glaring at her or sneering, he was just looking at her. Feeling extremely uncomfortable under his gaze she looked down and muttered a 'thanks'.