"Malfoy what is going on!?" Hermione cried as her vision came back and she felt someone gripping her hand.
"You tell me," he replied.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. She was sitting on the ground, as was Draco, somehow he was still magically forced to keep holding her hand. They were in a small room, one window; red curtains with a messy desk in the middle and a bookshelf on the wall. On the desk lay a wand, a half eaten apple and a Standard Book of Spells, Grade Two as well as a Ministry propaganda poster. The door creaked open, and Hermione stifled a gasp. Mad-Eye looked in at the pair of teenagers slumped on the ground.
"Good morning, my lovelies. Let me make this quite clear to the both of you. We can't trust you. We don't know who you are, where you're from, and why you have traces of time travel about you. Now, silence, if you please."
"Mad-Eye, what's going on? Where's Harry? Is he okay? How did the game know? Who's involved in this?"
"Hey mate, is there somewhere we can eat in this place and when can I stop holding this wench's hand?"
Mad-Eye swung around in his chair.
"Shut it the two of you. I need silence. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
After half an hour of silent paper shuffling, Hermione was getting impatient and Draco was becoming insufferable. Hermione was nibbling on her lower lip, slowly going crazy. Then he turned to look at them both in the eyes, his magical eye trained on Draco.
"McGonagall's asked me to question you two. Without Veritaserum, I might add. So you answer truthfully and nothing will befall the pair of you." His voice was soft, softer than Hermione had ever heard it in class. Draco's stomach gave a rumble and Mad Eye threw the half eaten apple at him. With a look of disgust, Draco kicked it away with his foot.
"When hell freezes over.." he muttered.
" I don't like you." Moody's eye zoomed in on Draco as he stated bluntly and began to ask questions. After telling everything she knew had happened to them, Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes. Moody handed her a polkadotted handkerchief with the initials RL on them, she gingerly accepted and wiped her eyes.
"Now you, my lad." Moody hissed dangerously, "tell me, what happened."
"What she said." Draco said. Then he saw Moody raise his wand, a jet of red light, and he was gone.
"Alastor, I really can't believe you haven't learnt! In all this time, honestly. You're lucky the boy's parents aren't around to file another complaint!" Draco heard McGonagall's shrill voice echoing in the hall outside the hospital wing. He pushed himself up, looking at his surroundings. In the beds closest to him were his fellow Slytherins, on the other side of the room lay all the Gryffindors, except one. The red haired Jenny Weasley, she was leaned over Potter's bed, no doubt still obsessed with and his scar.
"Ginny!" he heard a voice as shrill as McGonagall's shriek. Great, Granger was up.