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Hermione paced in front of Draco frantically. What had she done? Why had she done it? She had just made out with a full out, evil ferret Deatheater! How could she? Her conscious was screaming terrible things at her, and if she hadn't wanted Draco to wake up again, she would be screaming terrible things at herself! Ugh!
She paused her pacing and stopped and looked down at Draco. She had no idea how she was attracted to him, even if it WASN'T him. Whatever it was, it was probably more evil than Draco ever thought about being. She sighed.
Turning to leave Draco lying on the steps, she heard a scratching, like a knife being dragged down a chalkboard, only worse. The sound was uncomfortably close, and she didn't see any chalkboards.
Maybe she was overreacting, but she didn't care. She bent down to Draco and started to shake him awake. Any other time she would have left them there, but right now she had some questions for him, and she wanted answers. He huffed and groaned at her, but in the end she had him on his feet.
As the scratching noise got closer she started to drag him up the stairs with one arm over his shoulder.
"Come on Draco…" She grunted. Apparently he wasn't going to make this easy for her. She rolled her eyes. He groaned at her.
They reached the top landing and Hermione started to drag him along the way to the Gryffindor common room. She turned the corner and the scratching was much louder.
She looked over her shoulder, back at the only staircase on this level. It was moving. Her chest tightened, this was, in all ways, not good.
If Draco was fully conscious they could be running. Good idea. She started to shake Draco, poke, prod him, anything to get him awake, but he was out cold.
She reached inside her robes and pulled out her wand. She pointed it at Draco.
"Enervate!" she shouted. For a second he was motionless, but Hermione thanked all the Gods above when he started to sit up.
Wasting no time, she spoke.
"Draco, we've got to get moving, something is after us!"
He grunted. "Are you sure?"
She started to walk fast. "Almost."
Ron and Harry entered the Potions classroom cautiously. Everyone had heard about Draco and Hermione's disappearance, and rumor was that anyone to sit in Hermione or Draco's seat would vanish completely.
Harry and Ron sat in their normal seats, leaving Hermione's chair vacant. Snape had yet to arrive in the classroom and the chattering was reaching an obscene level.
The two left of the trio were silent. Their short moment of happiness was long gone.
Over at Draco's table Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle sat, shooting angry glares at Harry and Ron, as if it was their entire fault. Harry and Ron shot them equally angry glares back.
Finally Professor Snape walked in, and the chattering stopped. Everyone watched him walk up to his desk expectantly, as if he would suddenly start to explain why the head students are not present.
Unfortunately he did nothing of the sort; he just walked up to the board and started to write down today's assignment. Ron snorted derisively.
"Stupid git won't even offer an explanation…" He muttered, glaring over at Pansy.
"Ron, Dumbledore probably thought it best to keep everything under wraps, trust me." Harry said, watching Snape finish on the chalkboard.
"Even if that's true Harry, he should at LEAST say something to us."
Harry sighed, Ron wasn't going to give in, so what's the point? He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead.
'This is going to be a long day…'
Draco struggled to keep up with her. His breathing was hard and she was going pretty fast.
"Where are we going?" He gasped.
Hermione clutched the stitch in her side and muttered, "To the Gryffindor common room."
Draco furrowed his brows. "But I'm Slytherin…" He said.
She sighed. "Draco, look around us, does it look like anyone will care?"
He shut up after that.
As they hurried along the noise kept getting louder and louder.
"Can you run?" Hermione asked him.
When he nodded, she took off down the hall, and Draco trailed after her.
Upon reaching the Gryffindor common room, they found that the portrait was swinging on hinge. Hermione didn't give it a second glance, she just ran through it.
When they were inside, Hermione turned on the back of the portrait and shouted, "Repairo!" The broken hinge magically re-hinged itself.
After putting a locking curse on the portrait she turned to Draco and pointed to the two chairs in front of the empty fireplace. He sat down and looked at her.
"What the hell is going on, Mudblood?" He snapped.
Hermione, who was about to ask him if he was alright, stopped in mid-word. She closed her mouth and glared at him.
"Well, since you were so kind." She stressed on the word kind, and narrowed her eyes.
He did something that sounded like a mix between a snort and a laugh. "Just tell me, Granger."
As she searched for the right words to say she realized that he mustn't have been in there while the "thing" had taken him over.
"Well, something attacked you, and you fell unconscious for about two minutes. I had planned to wait for you to come around." She paused to look up at him, to see if he was buying it.
Unfortunately he looked as if he believed what she was saying as much as she could down two barrels of Fire Whiskey.
She mentally kicked herself before she continued.
"Um… and well… You can imagine how scared I must have been when I heard that terrible scratching noise, so I woke you up early. And now, well, we're here…"
She winced and looked away. He so wasn't buying it.
He stared at her. "And that's it? I'm sure I totally believe you, Granger. I mean, when you first woke me up, you seemed pretty frantic. Are you sure there isn't anything else you want to tell me?"
Hermione blanked her face and turned back to him. "Positive, Malfoy." She managed to keep eye contact. Brownie point for me.
A/N: Narf head. I've decided to make Hermione a TAD bit tougher. I got the inspiration from a series of books I'm reading. They're called: The Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Novels. They're really good. The first one is called Guilty Pleasures.