Chapter 6
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"We have to find a Malfoy." Said Draco firmly.
"But why? Can't we go to the current Headmaster? Why a Malfoy of all people?" Hermione was exhausted; her magic felt like it was drowned out of her and the corset was squashing her ribs into her stomach.
"Alright, listen here. I am only going to say this once, okay?" Draco spoke slowly and carefully to Hermione as if she was slow which earned him another death stare.
" Carry on. And choose your words carefully or they might be the last ones you ever utter." She said acidly.
" Whatever, my ancestors practically invented Time Turning. Their dabbling in the Dark Arts meant they found out things about time and fate that most wizards don't know about. Over time, their dabblings lessened and the knowledge of moving through time was slowly lost. They know the secrets and tricks and I think they might be able to help us get back to Snape, Dumbledore and McGonagall without killing ourselves or anyone else in the process. Capsice?"
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the information.
"So can we go see my great grandadaddy?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.
Hermione nodded and peeked behind the corner.
The corridors were now flooded with well-dressed students.
" Malfoy? It seems we have to either blend in or cast a double disillusionment charm. Can you cast one?"
" Of course!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
" Well, you know, if I try really hard but I really can't be bothered at the moment so..." He said with as much contempt as he could muster.
" So… no." Hermione said.
" I can't either. It's the one charm I struggle with. Besides, it took Dumbledore a decade to successfully master one. I have no idea how Crabbe and Goyle did it."
"They didn't. Bellatrix gave them an invisibility ring for Christmas, they just clicked their palms everytime they wanted to disappear."
They took a deep breath and plunged themselves into the sea of students. In a second, they were separated by the pushing and shoving. If one took a glance at the arriving tsunami of pupils, Hermione and Draco would hardly be noticeable.
"Malfoy! Where the hell are you!" Hermione's concerned yet annoyed voice rang out among the buzz of voices and all heads turned towards her.
"Dammit Granger," Draco swore before giving her a cover for her use of the Modern English language and his name, " Here my sweet pea! O desert flower! Here art I in front of thy precious eyes. Let us be not in ritardo for thy next classe" He bent down in front of her and, with a movement so quick, scooped her up before she could protest and ran from the confused students, who had conveniently parted like the Red Sea.
" What the hell do you think you're doing?" Hermione hissed as they ran, or rather he ran and she tried not to let go of his neck.
" What am I doing! What were you THINKING!"
"Oh and 'sweet pea' and the Italian? What on Earth?"
" Okay, look here. The name Malfoy is like Magical Royalty. If they got wind that a Malfoy was in their presence, we wouldn't be able to leave. I pretended like we were part of the Dramatic Society of Hogwarts. You know, like, well… Shakespeare. Oh and they didn't speak like this, I meant they DON'T speak like this."
"Right. How could I be so stupid," Hermione blushed furiously as she was let down on the ground.
"I could name a few reasons…" Draco muttered under his breath before checking their surroundings.
He had brought them into the meagre and humble herbology classrooman, full of plants. There was Gillyweed in a jar, venomous Tantacula plants and crushed mandrake root on a plate. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Dark, curling vines started spreading around the room, across the door and into the ceiling rafters. Hermione jumped off the desk she was sitting on and pulled Malfoy into the middle of the room.
" It's Devil's Snare. Whatever you do try not to touch it and if you accidentally do just-"
"-stay still and don't move. I know, Granger. I'm not like the-Boy-Who-Doesn't-Own-Any-Hair-Gel or Weaselbee. I've got more than half a brain."
"OK. Good." Hermione's eyes followed the weeds as they snaked along the walls of the classroom, overturning everything in their way. Pots were pushed off the benches and smashed on the ground. Hermione and Malfoy stayed in the middle of the room, only daring to move their eyes. Then, something knocked on the door. Hermione's head turned to the side to see whom it was. A vine sensed a moving object and shot out to grasp her neck. Draco lunged at it, trying to tear it off but more vines shot out restraining him in a bear-like vice.
"Well, well, well… Who would have thought it… a ragazzo trapped and held by weeds…and a ragazza, if you can call her one, because look at those pores! Really, my girl, you should really get some ivy treatment… tut tut tut what to do…"