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Chapter 9

Draco debated with Bellatrix for a while, but finally agreed when she drew her wand. He and Hermione slept fully covered in clothing. He heard Pansy whisper a spell, and Bellatrix was in a full body-bind. He convinced her to take Hermione too, and she took them both back to Hogwarts, but when Hermione asked how she found them, he wasn't expecting her answer. He shuddered when she said she followed the blood trail; he never knew Hermione had lost that much blood.

They were stopped by McGonagall, but they managed to get past her, well, Draco did. Hermione and he told their story, then he and Pansy were excused. McGonagall took Hermione somewhere, and he went back to the Slytherin common room. He had told Hermione the password so that if something happened while he was in there, she could let him know.

He sat on the couch, watching the fire. After ten minutes, he heard people whispering "Mudblood" and "how did she get in". Draco turned, and Hermione was a few feet from him, tears streaming down her face. He walked up to her as if she was a friend, who he guessed she was, and exited the common room with her. As soon as they were out, she pulled him close.

"What is it?" he whispered in her ear. She couldn't say much, so he demanded she took him to the scene. It was a long debate; he ended up blackmailing her. So she took him; Finnigan was dead. There wasn't much commotion there; some scowls shot his way, but nothing much else. Hermione had told him she was going to go to Weasley, to make the scene look more real. They told the Gryffindors that he blackmailed her, which was true. He wanted to change out of his free clothes, into his school robes. He tried to get her off Weasley, and ended up blackmailing her into it.

"I'll," he had said, and Hermione had nodded grumbled something that sounded like fine, and let go of Weasley. They walked out into a corridor, but Potter came running and did something Draco was sure was unforgivable to do to a student; he would surely be expelled for it if he was caught.

"Aquaticasel!" he yelled, and they were immersed in a ball of water, with no escape. Draco knew that only Potter's wand could get them out. He never expected him to keep pushing it further. "Rocaterus!" he said, although Draco could not hear him, he saw his lips move. Ropes made of water came and wrapped themselves around Draco and Hermione. But Potter flicked his wand too much, and they tied them together, not tied up separately. Hermione screamed.

"Harry!"

Potter pulled out a piece of parchment and held it up. It had a note for each of them. Hermione's said that it was revenge for going out with him, but she didn't really have a choice-he came to her. His said to lay off Hermione, but he couldn't really do that-they were tied together by ropes of unbreakable water.

He was thankful that he knew how to stop them. He flicked his hand and muttered 'accio H. Granger and my wands.' He waited thirty seconds, until their wands came shooting into his hand. He twisted about, getting his hand close to Hermione's. She took her wand from him, and he explained the counter-curse. He demonstrated, but, as he had guessed, they would only go away if they both tried at once.

"Rocatsura!" they said, and the ropes disappeared.

"Maybe if we do it again, we could break the ball too." He suggested. They tried again, but nothing happened. Draco wondered if it was all some kind of trick, that spell. That you were supposed believe it was a barrier, but is wasn't. He decided to give it a go. He reached his hand out, and it went all the way through the wall of water, but he pulled it back with a scream. It hurt so much, he could hardly speak.

"It... it… burned me." He said with a stutter in his words. Hermione burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" he demanded, which just made her laugh harder. He scowled at her.

"You! Pureblood Muggle-born hating, tough, cruel, mean MALFOY, of all people stutters over a little burn?"

"It hurts! And I'm not cruel!" he protested. "And I thought you called me Draco." He heard Hermione sigh quietly, and realised she meant to keep it from him.

"I do call you Draco, but you are a Malfoy, one of the Malfoy family. Isn't that obvious?" He nodded.

"So how do we get out?" Hermione gave him a look of disappointment.

"You seriously expect me to know?" he sighed.

"Not exactly, but I thought you might," Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Yes." He confessed. The ball bumped, and Draco fell. Hermione had just leant on the wall of the ball. "How come you don't go through it?" he asked. She pushed her hand through. "Oh," he said in realization. "Right." He lay on the ground, and cool water lapped on his cheek. "That's nice," he murmured.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"This water is comfortable." He answered. "I think I might…" Draco had wanted to tell her that he might've fallen asleep, but she had collapsed. He stood and stumbled towards her. "Hermione!" he said. She groaned. "What?" she slipped through the water, and fell into Crabbe's arms. "Crabbe?" an invisible spell hit him, and he collapsed like Hermione. Another spell hit him, and he fell into Goyle's arms. He felt limp and couldn't move, and was a little embarrassed by it. But Hermione couldn't either, and that helped.

"Why did you have to paralyse us to get us out?" he asked, his speech a bit drooped.

"Otherwise you wouldn't budge," Crabbe answered.

"When did you know so much?" he asked.

"Since I," Goyle glared at him. "We wanted do to well on our N.E.W.T.s, of course."

"Here," Goyle said. "Parasleysis!" Crabbe echoed him, and they were free to move. The got up and walked, but slowly. The ball had drained most of their energy; another purpose of the spell.

"Draco," Hermione moaned. "Watch out." Draco turned around. A fist met his face, but before he fell unconscious, he saw the face of Potter… but he had no scar.