I love this, just quick editing and I'm done.
Wow, it only took a minute to! It seems kinda short (compared to what I normally write), but whatever. Anyways....

Chapter 3
Draco and the Dark Dungeon

“What... is this some kind of sick trick, Draco?” Hermione stammered when the halls were nothing but blackness.
He didn’t respond. She heard a couple of footsteps, fading from her hearing a bit more each time, and then they stopped.
“Maybe some sort of breeze...”
“We’re underground!”
Draco was trying to find his wand. He felt around inside his robes but couldn’t feel it.
“What’d you do?” Hermione asked hesitantly as she tried to feel around her wand as well.
“If you didn’t notice, I didn’t have my wand at the time,” Draco snapped. He still couldn’t find it.
Hermione whimpered. She never like the dark all that much, but to be in the dungeons, where a troll was released six years ago, where the three-headed dog lived, or used to live, she hated more. And to have both actually scared her.
“Can you find yours?” she asked, still unable to find her own wand.
“Not yet.”
“What if some sort of... huge ugly brute came along and...”
There were some footsteps, and then they stopped abruptly in front of her.
“Calm down, and just shut up,” Draco said as he grabbed her arms. It wasn’t a tight grip, but wasn’t exactly ginger either.
There were some more footsteps.
“Are you dancing or something?” Hermione asked, confused at why there were the echoing sounds of feet tapping on the dungeon floor.
“Why would I be?” Draco pointed out as he let go of her.
A light suddenly illuminated in front of their faces. A third one appeared as well. It was a pale face with oily, black hair with black robes to match.
“Isn’t it past patrolling hours, Granger?” Snape’s voice sneered coldly.
“We were just heading back, professor,” Draco responded for her. Hermione never heard Draco so calm and easy sounding.
Snape turned his cold glare to Malfoy. His face mellowed to his normal, yet icy, state.
“Don’t disturb the paintings on the way.”
Snape passed by them, the light going out on his wand suddenly.
“Why didn’t you look for your wand, the light was right in front of you,” Draco said coolly, turning on her.
“You could’ve done the same, it was in your face as well,” Hermione retorted.
Draco scoffed and dug his hand into his robes to find it. He put his hand into the pocket he swore he put it in, but it wasn’t there. Hermione did the same, but still couldn’t find hers.
“Oh my God, forget it, we’ll find them later,” Hermione said, sounding slightly exasperated.
“How do suggest we get out of here then?” Draco snapped.
“If we took the other way...” Hermione started in a sing-songy way.
“Well I’m sorry if I wanted to get into bed a bit faster!”
“Oh yeah, very fast indeed,” Hermione mumbled sarcastically as she started stepping forward carefully, hands on the wall.
“What on Earth are you doing?” Draco saw Hermione’s outline hug the wall, she was that close to him.
“Trying to get out of here. There are other ways than just light.”
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, following the sound of Hermione’s footsteps until he found the wall.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this...” he muttered.
Hermione stopped.
“What now?” He continued along the wall. He bumped into Hermione accidentally. He started walking around her to get in front
She didn’t respond for a moment.
“Granger?”
“Thought I felt my wand, Malfoy. And watch where you’re going.”
“Oh, the irony...” Draco mumbled as he started walking again. Hermione sped up to find and follow him again. She reached an open arm out to see if Draco was close in front. She clasped her extended hand closed and didn’t feel anything, other than the air escaping her hand. She sped up for a moment, and then started walking normally again. She reached out again and she felt something. She reached out a bit farther and what she assumed was Draco’s solid back was in front of her. She felt him jump and tense up.
“Do you mind?” he snapped over his shoulder.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, recoiling her hand. They felt there way around two corners in silence, the halls still pitch black. Hermione kept feeling inside her robes to see if her wand was where she was grabbing, but it wasn’t.
In front of her, Draco extended an arm in front of him, reckoning there’d be another wall in front of him. He let one arm stay planted behind him on the wall. Hermione ran face first into his arm.
“Is there ever a time you can walk without running into others?” Draco mumbled.
“When there’s light,” she shot at him. “Now move you arm.”
To her surprise, he moved it. She didn’t expect him to move it without a comment about ‘taking orders from a mudblood’ or something along those lines.
They successfully turned a corner. Draco stopped suddenly after they turned it, but Hermione took advantage of this and went around him. She started leading the way again. Draco moved a distance farther from the wall, and let one hand hang by his side, the other tracing the wall.
They kept going, the hallways still dark. Hermione swore she felt something poking into her side, so she stopped. She reached inside to see if it was her wand, back now turned to the wall.
Draco, unaware Hermione stopped, kept going, still a distance away from the wall. He kept walking until something took him by surprise. Something got in his way of his arm continuing along the wall. Nearly tripping over whatever was on the floor, he accidentally pinned Hermione to the wall. She squealed in surprise, now pressed up against the wall. She looked up and saw an outline of what she assumed was Draco’s head. He was looking back down at her. Her heart pounded. She opened her mouth to tell Draco to move, but it didn’t come out.
Instead, Draco’s mouth found hers. He kissed her. To his slight surprise, she started kissing him back, which was what he also hoped for.