A/N: I managed to start writing! Yipee! xx

Harry's POV

The train was getting faster by the second and neither Harry or Blaise had no idea how to return to hogwarts.

"We can try a spell..."

"Only the two of us? No way..."

"What if we tel the driver-"

"The Hogwarts express doesn't have a driver."

"..."

"..."

"A letter?"

"I don't have an owl."

"I don't either."

"Then we have to jump!"

"WHAT?!"

"We're still not far from Hogwarts!"

"True!"

And so with that, Harry took of the invisibility cloak, put it in his back, climbed off of the rack, Blaise right behind him. They stood infront of the door, measuring how fast the train was. Harry and Blaise both regreted not taking all their stuff, they left them in an empty carriage and left for their meeting.

Harry was estimating th speed of the train.

"It isn't too fast yet, that's a good thing!"

"I wish I have taken my broom."

"Me too..."

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the door.

"Alohomora!"

The door slid open strong wind gushed in, hitting their faces painfully.

They both cringed.

"On three, two, THREE!" Harry shouted. They both jumped off on three.

The pain of the wind hitting their faces lasted only half a second, until they landed on the soft grass.

They both moaned in pain but got up, slowly and looked around.

Hogwarts was no where to be seen.

Only fields and fields.

How long were they on the train? Ten minutes? And they couldn't even see Hogsmeade.

This was gonna be a long walk.

They started walking.

"So, what knews do you have about Malfoy?"

Shifted from leg to leg nervously. He didn't like spying on his best friend, but he knew it was for the best. Potter would know what to do with the information.

"Well, from the last information there isn't much, only what you know. He has a mission to kill Dumbledore. But there's this: He needs to fix this cupboard that will take deatheaters from a shop in Diagon Alley to the Room of Requierement."

"Oh!"

"And he's looking for additional help, so be careful on anyone, he might even want your help?"

Harry burst into laughter. Malfoy? Needing St. Pothead's help? Never gonna happen.

Hermione's POV

Hermione prowled through the corridors of Hogwarts, looking everywhere she could for Harry. After half an hour she gave up, sliding down a wall in depression.

What if Deatheaters found him?

What if? What if he didn't make it out the train in time? What if? What if he's in London? What if...

She started crying, again.

Suddenly she heard footsteps from somewhere, not far away from her.

She started panicking.

She didn't want anyone to find her in this state. Not even Ginny. Not even Harry. Especially not Draco Malfoy.

She quickly got up and as quickly and quietly as she could, she ran through the corridors, anywhere, anywhere she could. Up the stairs, through the corridors, and before she knew it, she was stopped by a dead end. And the footsteps were getting nearer and nearer. Her heart started beating faster then she even imagined it would beat. She looked around the dead end, searching for anywhere she could. The footsteps were getting louder and louder.

Wait a minute... she recognised this place...

This wall...

I need a place, she thought.

Click, clack. The steps of someone on the marble floor.

I need a place where I could hide.

The door to the Room of Requierement appeared in front of her.

Click... Clack...

She quickly pushed the door. It opened with a silent click. She rapidly ran inside and pushed the door closed behind herself.

She looked around.

She ran across the room to a big... thing covered by a sheet and she ripped the stained, rough, not longer white sheet. It fell onto the floor, making a huge cloud of dust around her, making her choke. She heard a 'click' of the door opening.

She frantically slammed the door of, what she now saw, a tall black wardrobe, droplets of sweat gleaming on her forehead, her heart beating so hard in her chest she thought it was gonna jump out anytime.

She quickly jumped inside.

Making sure she left a the door of the wardrobe open a tiny bit, she waited. She backed down as deep as she could. She heard footsteps and the deep breathing of the person who has been following her. He, or she, but rather he, was now right next to the wardrobe. She went to the small gap ishe left open and peeped through. She saw the person's confused look on HIS face, his blonde hair... Slytherin tie... Draco Malfoy.

She started breathing faser. Exactly the person she didn't want to see.

He went up to the small gap, and peeped through. Hermione backed away to the shadow. Malfoy looked at her, confused and... scared(?!).

She stopped trying to hide. She looked at him, intrested. She walked a little closer to the gap, tilting her head to the side.

"Granger." Malfoy smirked.

"Malfoy." Hermione greeted him back. "Why did you follow me?"

Malfoy laughed coldly, slamming the door of the wardrobe open.

"I had no idea that someone actually came here."

Hermione walked out, sitting down on the edge of the wardrobe.

"Then what are you doing here?" She asked.

Malfoy sighed, drove his hand through his hair what made it stand up, turned around, and sighed again.

Silence.

Silence..

Silence...

He slowly turned around with an expression of triumph on his face.

"You could help me."

"Could I?"

"Do you like adventure and secret?"

"Hmm... I've dreamed of that my whole life!"

"What about being a traitor to help deatheaters and Him-who-must-not-be-named?"

"Hmm..."

"Yes...?"

"Yeah... actually..."

"Right, I get it. In the end, you're an forever and always member of the Golden Trio."

"No! Wait! I would love that..."

"Really?"

"Yeah... I always wanted to see how it is to be a traitor and to hide and stuff..."

"Well then," Draco smiled.

"When do I start?"

"Right away."

AN: Oh! Well that's intereseting, isn't it? In one chapter we find two Traitors! Hermione and Blaise?!

Well, what will happen now?

Well, I know the answers, of course. And I ain't telling ya! xx