Ok, I'm updating
I got bored last night and started another one-shot that I said I'd do a long time ago But I didn't finish it... I dunno if it'll be one of those that I start but don't finish, one I finish but haven't posted (I actually do have one oneshot that I finished but haven't bothered to post cause I don't like it), or I just finish and forget about it... so it might be up but it might not be. (I'll post a link if I do).

It’s DANCE TIME!
Right...?
You’ll find out in this chapter. Made up for the length of the last one here... Truthfully! It’s really long... I’m splitting it into two posts (same time, but it’s so long I’m splitting it up so it doesn’t appear too long). Longest chapter of the F.F actually...
Enjoy!
~Sarah

Oh, and with the title... you'll see in the second half I couldn't think of a good one and it was kinda early in the morning (it took me 3 weeks to get past one spot in this chapter, I was desperate), so I used the first, corny thought that came to my head.

P.S: Hermione’s dress - click here (anyone that clicked the old, this is the new)
Hermione’s hairstyle - click here
(I loved the hair, couldn’t resist for some reason).

Chapter 22
The Couple’s Dance Fight And Flight

“Hurry up, Hermione! You’re going to make Malfoy think you stood him up at this rate!” Ginny snapped as she pushed open Hermione’s door.

“Hey! I could’ve been changing and you wouldn’t have known!” Hermione snapped back as she brought her wand to her head. She muttered a series of spells, and her hair went from a bushy curly to a flow of natural, medium curls from the root. Ginny was surprised – normally Hermione would ‘straighten’ her hair for such an occasion, never the opposite.

“We’re all girls here,” Ginny responded, rolling her eyes.

“But everyone’s different,” Hermione pointed out. She then pulled all of her curly hair back into a chignon and pulled out a few wisps and strands to frame her face. “Ready?”

“Well it’s kind of redundant for you to be asking me that...”

“Ginny!”

Ginny smirked, still standing at the door of Hermione’s room.

“So what do you think?” Hermione asked, s spinning around once.

“You’ll shock everyone... again,” Ginny responded honestly. She actually liked the new, pink dress robes Hermione had gotten over Christmas holidays; it had a nice medium/low cut in the front and a cowl neck, along with two thin sleeves, two sat off of Hermione’s shoulders while the other two hung daintily off her upper arm. It was floor length, and had soft ruffles from the waist down. Because of the back of the dress, Ginny was surprised by Hermione’s choice – it was practically lacking of one. The fabric clung right onto Hermione’s lower back, hugged her curves fell down her legs, just slightly hanging away from them.

“The back is too exposing, isn’t it?” Hermione asked flatly.

“No, it’s great that way actually. It’s better than going up to the back of your neck or something.”

Hermione put her hands to her head, thinking.

“Is it the hair?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Mione – you’re as perfect as humanly possible. I can honestly say it’s a bit of a surprise to see you curl your hair more...”

“I knew I should’ve done the straightening instead...”

“Hermione, calm down!” Ginny cut in as she walked into the room. “It’s a change, and change is good. Remember that. And either way, Malfoy will probably be gawking the entire time; you’re twice as beautiful in comparison to the Yule Ball.”

“That was 3 years ago!”

“Exactly. Now can we go?”

Hermione held up one finger, indicating ‘1 moment’, and looked into the mirror in front of her. She lightly ran her finger over her eyelids to blend her eye shadow, and then headed for the door.

“Yes, we can.”

“Finally! Dean sent up at least two girls to check on me...”

“How long has it been, anyways?”

“Since the last girl? About 5 minutes...”

“I mean since people started leaving.”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Damn it...”

“I told you to get ready earlier!”

“That’s funny, coming from you.”

“Watch it!” Ginny growled as she followed Hermione down the stairs. “Oi, watch where you’re going!” Ginny snapped to whoever was behind her. Hermione looked over her shoulder to see who Ginny was talking to and saw Jaimie. She resisted the urge to gag.

“Did you get back together with Harry?” Hermione asked with an edge of venom.

“Merlin, no. I’m going with Ron.”

“What?” Ginny cut in flatly, wide-eyed. She stopped on the stairs suddenly, and Jaimie nearly ran into her.

“It was just a last-second thing...”

“Just out random curiosity... are you trying to get Harry jealous?” Ginny asked.

“Well... not really...”

“Trust me, it doesn’t work,” Hermione cut in plainly.

“What are you talking about? It could’ve never worked better!” Jaimie practically exclaimed.

“Can you take your conversation on flat ground?” a girl behind them snapped impatiently. The three moved off to the side and let the girl walk by.

“Seriously?” Hermione asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I mean... I can’t believe I even liked Harry actually, he’s just so... so...”

“Controlling? Possessive?” Hermione offered.

“Annoying? Paranoid?” Ginny added.

“Exactly! When he wasn’t telling me to do this or that, he was asking about you...”

“Seriously?” Hermione asked again, now stunned.

“Yeah, I know it was weird, I mean... I don’t even remember the last time we said a word to each other actually...”

“When you broke up with Harry,” Ginny said.

“Well not really, I was more yelling at him... but anyways, I was planning on ending it beforehand. Despite how he could be, I could tell he had good intentions, he just came off really... strong.”

“He was never like that last year, though, and that’s what gets me,” Ginny said. “Really makes me wonder...”

“You were with him?” Jaimie asked incredulously.

“Is that a shock?” Ginny asked in a threatening tone.

“No, not at all,” Jaimie responded quickly.

“So if you didn’t like Harry all that much, why do you want to get him jealous?” Hermione asked curiously.

“I could ask you the same,” Jaimie pointed out. Without another word, she walked around the two and disappeared around the corner of the staircase.

“She’s got to be the weirdest person I’ve ever met...” Ginny muttered as she followed Hermione down the stairs once more. They made it to the Common Room ground. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going.”

“Have fun,” Hermione said with a smile.

Ginny smiled and nodded back, and then left Hermione to herself. Hermione caught a few words Ginny said to Dean (‘Worth the wait?’ and some other things Hermione didn’t hear). Hermione headed for the portrait hole, and left the Tower. She walked down the flights of stairs in her 4 inch, pink tinted open toe heels, which she didn’t think would be as hard as it really was – she nearly tripped twice. She finally made it to the stairs that led to the Great Hall, and only hoped that she didn’t trip down this one flight of stairs, it would be the first flight she would make down cleanly.

After a moment, she walked around the corner and carefully made her way down the stairs. She once again found herself being the only girl anyone, and everyone, looked at. As she made it to the ground floor gracefully, she stumbled momentarily and nearly fell forwards. A pair of arms kept her up.

“Lovely entrance.”

Hermione scowled at Draco, who was smirking as he took a tiny step away from Hermione and gave her a one-over.

“I can honestly say I didn’t recognize you at first,” Draco said after a moment, meeting Hermione’s eyes once more.

“Really?” Hermione asked curiously.

“You’re stunning.”

“You look pretty smart yourself,” Hermione responded with a smile. She got closer, and when her lips were so close to his they barely brushed, she said, “Thanks.” She kissed him, and the two walked into the decorated Great Hall.

---------------

Harry, so far dateless, watched the two enter the Great Hall with a cold glare. He never thought it would be possible to hate Malfoy even more... and now, he hated Hermione with a strong passion, one thing he never thought would be possible. If they weren’t willing to break up before, they better be now. I gave them enough time.

As soon as he thought that, he saw Dean come around the corner. Odd, he left (Ginny close behind), before him and Hermione, and now Dean was later than the two...?

His thoughts were cleared when he saw Ginny a step behind, her hand in his. Harry was stunned; the two broke up the year before... many times, why are they back together again? Harry’s glare fixated on them as they walked into the Great Hall without a moment’s hesitation.

With no one else to wait for, Harry walked out of the shadows of the hall followed the couple at distance and into the dance, pushing himself into a large group of people. He pushed his way back out and found the food table. He took a handful of cauldron cakes and a cup of punch and sat back down. He scanned the crowds curiously, eating and drinking what he had gotten. When he finished, he cleaned off his hands and left the table, leaving his garbage behind, when he saw Hermione standing alone.

Walking through and around the crowds, he finally stopped behind Hermione and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and faced Harry. Her lightened features darkened in a split second.

“Go away,” she spat.

“No, just listen...”

“No, you listen, you’ve been telling me what to do, what to wear, and even how to act, for months now! You wouldn’t leave me alone, and you’re making that clear now. So just go away and leave me alone,” Hermione snapped, pushing Harry hard on the shoulder and forcing him backwards a few steps.

“You haven’t given me a chance.”

“Since when, four months ago? You’re just as bad now as you were before this summer. I don’t what’s gotten into you, but I don’t want to know it. Now go away.”

“What do you see in Malfoy, honestly? He’s leading you on and into nothing,” Harry said with a hard tone.

“I’m not stupid; he’s more thoughtful than you ever were.”

“Don’t you find it odd that he comes out of nowhere to try and help you break us off? Break up ‘The Golden Trio’? How can you not see he’s playing with your mind and splitting us up so it’ll be easier for his master to kill us?”

“What? He would never do that, and for that matter where’s your proof he’s a Death Eater?” Hermione pointed out.

“The Dark Mark on his arm doesn’t prove anything? The fact his family has been Voldemort’s closest allies since his reign, before and now, and even through his downfall? The one thing Malfoy has always wanted is to see us dead, and now he’s just using you to get that job done.”

“Hermione always said you were a liar, but I never thought you’d call on such strong notions,” a cold voice injected. Harry glared as Draco came up to Hermione’s side.

“And I never thought you’d be so desperate either. Go away,” Hermione added, pronouncing each syllable in the last two words she told Harry.

“Not until you listen to me.”

“I’ve listened to you forever! You’ve given me enough reasons within this school year for me to ignore you for the rest of my life, so honestly, just go,” she snapped.

“What’re you doing here anyways? This is a couple’s dance, not a desperate loner's convention,” Draco said coldly.

Before Hermione could even think, Harry tackled Draco to the ground. Everyone circled around the three, chanting ‘Fight, fight, fight...’ as Harry attempted to punch Draco out.

“GET OFF HIM!” Hermione yelled as she tried pulling Harry off of Draco. When the two rolled over so Draco was on top and punching Harry, Hermione rolled her eyes and backed away.

“YOU’RE A LITTLE CHEAT!” Harry yelled as he rolled on top once more.

“Oh SHUT UP YOU FAT POT-HEAD! YOU’RE AS STUPID AS YOU WERE WHEN YOU FIRST ENTERED THIS SCHOOL!” Draco yelled back as he rolled back on top and full-front attacking Harry, whose nose bled and a black eye formed drastically. Harry weaseled an arm out from under Draco’s hold and punched him in the eye.

“You bruise like a peach, ferret,” Harry said. This threw Draco off-guard (as well as the punch to his eye), and Harry rolled them over again and pulled his wand out.

“For Merlin’s sake, GET OFF EACH OTHER YOU IDIOTS!” Hermione yelled. She was once again ignored.

“Now admit to your plans – you’re just trying to get me, Hermione, Ron, everyone in the Order, all killed,” Harry snarled, pushing his wand onto Draco’s neck.

“You might’ve been saved by love as a kid, but you don’t what love really is, do you?” Draco demanded, still under Harry’s hold.

“You don’t love, people like you never love; you just marry into distant family. You don’t love anyone other than yourself anyways,” Harry snapped, jabbing Draco in the neck with his wand and making him gag momentarily.

Before Draco could respond, Harry was suddenly pulled off of him, seeming to be frozen like a statue. He got up and dusted his clothes off. He whipped his wand out, and just before he was about to let a spell free at Harry, he was frozen to the spot as well.

“This is a DANCE, not a muggle club!” Professor McGonagall said loudly as she pushed out of the crowd of students and into the centre of the circle. “Ms. Granger, what’re you doing?”

“I couldn’t get them off unless I did this,” Hermione responded as she put her wand away. “Sorry...”

The two guys started moving once more. As soon as Draco’s hand dropped and jumped back up, Professor McGonagall snapped, “Don’t even think about it! And you too!” She saw Harry’s wand go up simultaneously with Draco’s. Both wand hands lowered slowly, suspiciously eyeing the other’s until they were back into their pockets. “Now what in Merlin’s name were you two thinking? And... do you even have a date, Mr. Potter?”

Draco snickered as Harry’s cheeks burned.

“She’s... not here.”

“As in not in here this world?” Hermione cut in. Harry glared at her.

“You three, come with me.”

“Three?” Hermione asked, surprised.

“Yes, you too, Ms. Granger. Now come along, you’ve all already taken from the students’ enjoyment.”

“I think they’ve had enough enjoyment to last the ni... ok then, let’s get going.” Harry quickly changed what he said when he saw the escalating expression on Professor McGonagall’s face. Harry grudgingly followed behind McGonagall, and Draco had to drag Hermione out – carefully since she kept tripping.

The four made their way to the main entrance and headed around a corner to where the area was dimly lit and empty.

“Now has gotten into you three?”

“What’d I do? I tried to stop them!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Yeah, do see a scratch on her?” Draco added, his punched eye forcibly closing as it puffed up even more.

“I have no doubt about that, Ms. Granger, but you were only feet away from these baboons. What did you two do to each other this time?” McGonagall demanded suddenly.

“Harry wouldn’t leave me alone,” Hermione responded, glaring at the angry raven-haired boy.

“You never listen to me!”

“Do you wonder why?” Hermione asked, appalled.

“You two are closest of friends, what’s happened?” McGonagall injected. “And... what were you there for?” McGonagall turned to Draco, whose eye was now a purpley-black.

“He wouldn’t leave Hermione alone and was claiming other students to be Death Eaters that they were plotting against Hogwarts,” Draco responded matter-oh-factly.

“That is a serious offense, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall turned back to Harry.

“What? That I can’t talk to who used someone who used to be my friend?”

McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him.

“Well he is! You saw what happened last year, and I saw the Mark for myself.”

“Double detention tomorrow night, Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall cut in flatly. “Go back to your dormitory as you have no need to be at this dance.”
Harry grumbled and walked off. As soon as he did, McGonagall turned to Hermione.

“Is that honestly what Potter said?”

Hermione clenched her jaw and nodded. McGonagall then turned to Draco.

“Now... Potter has been acting off lately, but that doesn’t take away from his accusations against you and... any other students?”

“Technically no,” Hermione cut in. “Harry came up to me and started demanding I listen to him, and he said things like ‘don’t you find it odd Malfoy comes out of nowhere to try and help you break us off? How can you not see he’s playing with your mind to break up ‘The Golden Trio’ and have his master kill us?’ and... ‘The dark mark doesn’t prove anything? His family is... You-Know-Who’s closest allies and has been throughout his reign, before and now, and through his downfall... Malfoy always wanted to see me dead, now he’s just using you to get the job done’, etcetera. Then Draco came around and fight pursued.”

“How long has Potter been acting differently and saying things like that?”

“He’s been weird since the summer, and I haven’t really talked to him much so I can’t say,” Hermione responded honestly.

McGonagall then turned to Draco. “Has anything Potter said that you just heard sound true to you?”

“How should I know?” Draco responded.

“You can answer to Potter’s first accusation of you,” McGonagall pointed out.
“Aren’t teachers supposed to be unbiased?” Draco asked.

“Show me your left forearm,” McGonagall said flatly.

“Professor...”

Before Draco could continue, the castle went dark. Something tore Hermione away from Draco, and her mind started to grow distant as she felt something impale her head...

NOOOO you cant end there, its not fair

Great posts, i couldnt see the dress, link didnt work, saw the dress in th new link, it looks gorgeous but i love the hair style.

please PAMS very very very soon.

UHH OHH...what happened??! cliffie!!
PAMSOID! Im on the edge of my seat!

Bleck, they must've removed the dress.
How evil!
Of course... I did find that link like, 2 months ago 0.o Maybe it was removed.
That stinks But if you can visualize it, that's good too.
I'll probably end up changing the description and finding another dress image But I'm too lazy right now to put it into words...

EDIT:
Holy cow... I found the same dress on another site (except the colour is much lighter). I'm replacing the link with it, and tell me if it works!

But yep, left it on an evil cliffie. I don't really like the next 2 chapters... it's actually the worst I wrote in awhile I think, but it's good enough to post.
You find out what happened to Hermione... maybe Draco as well.
And you also find out what's up with Harry and why he's being the way he is

glad you guys enjoyed it

sneaky!very sneaky....

I love this chapter! I wish I could've seen the dress though...

Jamie...blech! trying to get back at Harry using Ron...ew, how low! I mean, yeah it was kinda bad Hermione used Draco, but using Harry's bestfriend??? ew!!!

OMG!! OMG!! OMG!!
Don't do this to me! >.<
I must now what happens.
..Gosh, how I want H/Hr to be together and as well as the D/H ship.
PAMS!!

..:lisa:..

*gasp*
*hides*
PAMS!! PAMSOID!!
XOXO,
Tara

Whaaaa? OMG Tense
PAMS! Pleeeaaassseee this is really good
Hollie xx

Oh gosh, Draco is so hesitant to show his arm!!! does that mean...? please no!!!

but even if he did, I doubt he's just using Hermione! I refuse to beleive he's using her!

dang you Harry! putting weirdo things in our heads! *shakes fist*

OMG! Great chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No i didnt want a clifie.I loved it.What happend to Hermione?I feel like crying.PAMS.
~*<3*~
Heather

.....*dies*....*pams*......*soon*.....

Katie

I just caught up and I missed like a tousand chapters!!
And to end it with a cliffie! Come on Sarah!!!!!
Post more soon! Please!
I am more desprate than Potter!

~Emma

Yay, it's my birthday!
You know what that means...
DOUBLE UPDATE! Find out what happens to Hermione... and why Harry is the way he is (that's another evil cliffie actually ), any MORE
Here's update one. I'll update again in a few hours.
P.S: We're nearing the end of this F.F There're only 26 chapters, and the last chapter is like.... 2 or 3 paragraphs and they're kinda short... so yeah, just so you know.
P.P.S: I wrote this at 1am... so it’s not the best I’ve done I can honestly say (well, that’s what I think. I was bored so I over-used the sarcasm). Just to warn ya

Chapter 23
Escape

Hermione slowly stirred to a pounding head. Light flooded into her eyes, and she nearly passed out once more from the pain and the light.

“Mione...?”

Hermione tried to turn her head, but she moaned in pain and fell from her sitting position against a wall to her side on the floor.

“Draco...?”

“Yeah. So... how are you?”

“Never been better, how about you?” Hermione snapped. She tried to move her hands down to her sides, since they were hanging above her, but found shackles around them. She looked down at her feet and found them in the same predicament.

“I could say the same,” Draco drawled sarcastically. “Where are you?”

“Oh I don’t know, how about I get up and walk around to get a good look,” Hermione snapped. “How should I know?”

“So you can’t move either?”

“Well spotted, chap!”

“No need to be snippy,” Draco snapped. “It’s not like I can see anything either.”

“Then why ask?”

“I dunno, conversation starter?”

“Well you started a great conversation, let’s keep it flowing,” Hermione responded flatly.

“I never knew you could be so sarcastic...”

“Really? I never guessed,” Hermione drawled. “Why does it matter?”

“It’s kind of sexy actually...”

“How unfortunate that you can’t see the scowl on my face,” Hermione snapped, scowling. “Now, we have to get out of here. Try Apparating.”

“Why don’t you? Your idea.” Draco could almost sense the overpowering fury coming from Hermione. “Ok, ok...” Draco thought of appearing on the other side of the room, but when he tried to Apparate there, he failed. “Didn’t work. And unless you have some butter handy...”

“Oh yes, because you never know when you’re going somewhere for breakfast and they don’t have butter,” Hermione responded derisively.

“You’ve used enough sarcasm for the week. Now honestly, use that brain of yours and help me with thinking!”

“Where are we anyways...?” Hermione realized, her eyes taking in the stone and light bouncing off of it.

“The only dungeon in the Malfoy Manor with windows. How ironic, an underground room having windows...” he trailed off.

“Draco!”

“Anyways,” Draco said sharply, coming back to reality. “Do you honestly think the Death Eaters that took us would leave us with our wands.”

“How would I know? I can’t do wandless magic, I’m only muggleborn, remember?”

“If that was noted last year, then it would’ve actually been considered a burn,” Draco snapped.

“Families like yours can usually do wandless magic, but since you couldn’t even grasp how to do wordless magic...”

Draco glared at the wall ahead of him, only wishing it was Hermione there instead. He didn’t get why she was so snappish all of a sudden, but he didn’t bother to dawdle about it.

“Accio wand,” he muttered.

Suddenly, two wands flew into his right hand.

“Oh joy, they did,” Draco said flatly. “Can you at least try to summon your wand?”

Hermione sighed. “I’ll try.” She muttered the summoning charm, but all her wand did was wiggle.

“Ok, well I at least know which wand is mine...” Draco carefully opened his hand enough to drop the wand held on the tip of his fingertips. “Now, do you have any plans on what to do next?”

“Try Alohomora,” Hermione responded in an obvious tone. Draco rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Nothing happened.

“Anything else?”

‘Reducto?”

Draco shrugged and carefully aimed his wand at the shackles. He muttered the spell, and the shackles disintegrated. Draco aimed his wand at his other shackle, and it disappeared. Sitting up more, he got rid of the shackles on his feet.

Thump, thump, thump!

“Hurry up!” Hermione whispered urgently. Draco hurriedly got the shackles to recede from Hermione’s ankles and wrists, and they stood up.

“Only dungeon with windows, eh?” Hermione asked, grabbing her wand and looking at the windows.

Thump, thump, thump!

“They’re coming, hurry up,” Draco whispered and held out his hand. Hermione took it, and they together managed to blow away the bars and glass. He first climbed up and out, and squeezed between the spaces and onto the land. He turned around quickly, squatting, and started to help pull Hermione up.

“HEY!”

“Crap,” Draco muttered, now pulling Hermione between the space of the window and ground.

“Just let go!” Hermione said in a whisper.

“No, you’ll be killed in there,” Draco responded. “Now come on; are you being pulled by hand or by magic?”

“By hand funnily enough,” Hermione responded flatly. There was a quiet, yet distinguishable, sound of a crack. Hermione’s eyes widened and her face paled. Draco took advantage of this and pulled her through.

“What happened?” Draco asked as he helped Hermione up. Tears were falling down her cheeks from pain.

“That... he broke my ankle!” Hermione exclaimed. She muttered a few swears under her breath.

Spells started to circle around them, all coming out the window at their feet. Draco picked Hermione up off her feet and ran into the forest, only hoping that there were no Death Eaters lurking.

“Can’t you Apparate?” Hermione moaned.

“The spell goes for 500 yards around this place if I remember correctly; we’re only halfway out,” Draco responded. As soon as he spoke, he saw the outline of a human in the distance and stopped dead.

“What...?”

“Someone’s there...”

The person saw them and started walked slowly towards them. Draco backed up.

“I’m not a Death Eater!” the person called.

This made Draco turn to his left and run. He carefully, yet quickly, navigated around trees and through the forest, until he saw the same person 100 feet ahead of them. Whoever it was appeared familiar...

“Potter?” Draco exclaimed, surprised.

“What’d you do?” Harry growled, getting closer.

“Would I be running from my house if I did something to capture you and Hermione?” Draco pointed out. As Harry got closer, Draco saw he was swaying on the spot, as if he had been hit in the head recently.

“Then what happened?” Harry asked slowly, now only 30 feet from him and the half-conscious Hermione. “And what...?”

“What happened to you, Potter? You’re all...” cuts, fresh and dried blood, and bruises covered Harry’s face and any exposed skin.

“Well last I recall you punched me continuously...”

“You started that!”

“Don’t go back to that,” Hermione snapped, her voice growing quieter.

“What happened to you? Are you ok?” Harry asked Hermione worriedly, now only a matter of steps from her and Draco.

“Why do you care, Potter?” Draco asked, growing suspicious.

“Why do you care enough to carry her?” Harry responded.

“What happened to you?” Draco finally snapped.

“What do you mean?”

“Stop with the ‘what’ questions and keep walking,” Hermione mumbled.

“Stay conscious, Mione,” Draco whispered. “If I recall correctly, we’re near the end of the forest.”

“No we’re not. This place is endless, and you should know considering you live here,” Harry snapped.

“Oh shut up!” Hermione snapped, her voice now back to normal. “For once, just listen to Draco.”

“Since when did you call...?”

“Did you loose your mind in there?” Hermione cut him off as they started walking.

“No... but I don’t remember anything that happened from the summer on... well not very clearly,” Harry responded absentmindedly. “It’s like... something disappeared and I relied on it.”

“Oh no...” Draco breathed in realization.

“What?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“That’s who they meant...” Draco muttered to himself. He then looked at Harry and said, “You’ve been Imperiused since the summer.”

I can't wait until the next post!

Happy Birtday!!!!!!!!!!!

I cant wait for the next post.The sarcasm was really funny sounds like me.

Happy Birthday



PAMS
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

I'M SOOOOOOOO EXCITED FOR YOUUUUUUUU!

Loved the posts, btw Those were great too!

Happy birthday

Love love love
.:Adrienne:.

EEK! loved the chapter.
Happy Birthday! (belated)
PAMS!

..:Lisa:..

omg! great post! and happy belated B-day twinneh!
PAMS!! PAMSOID!!
XOXO,
Tara

Hehehe... I forgot to update yesterday (the 2nd one). Gah.
Anyways, I'll update now before I leave cause I barely have any time

Yeah, short chapter but I couldn’t make it any longer without it sucking... even more...
Yeah, I’m kinda off with ideas right now, it might show
Anyways, enjoy. I’ll have a better, longer chapter coming up next... chapter 25 is long, and chapter 26 is the end.
~Sarah

Chapter 24
Leaving

“What? That’s not possible, I never met any Death Eaters throughout the summer,” Harry responded indignantly as he walked ahead and pushed through the bramble.

“They saw you. They all knew you were up to something, so they started tracing you. They must’ve found you and put under the Imperius Curse to get you away from whatever you were searching for. They couldn’t kill you; that would’ve been too obvious and the Dark Lord... well you know. But they meant you... wow,” Draco concluded, now lost in thought as he, Hermione, and Harry left the forest.

“What has happened? I mean, here and through the past few months... depending on how long it has been. What day is it?”

“Either February 14th or 15th. It depends on how long we were out,” Hermione responded. She looked around and noticed the open expanse. “Can we Apparate now?”

“Where to? We can’t go back to the grounds because of that stupid spell,” Harry injected.

“Go into Hogsmeade then,” Hermione responded simply. “It’s not that far.”

“For you, it might not be,” Draco said flatly.

“I can hop, you know,” Hermione snapped.

“It’s still a far ways...”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Hermione cut in. She was then let down on her good foot, and she wobbled on the spot momentarily. “Thank Merlin they took those heels...”

“Yeah, thank goodness you only pair of shoes are gone,” Draco pointed out sarcastically.

“Well... yeah, that to,” Hermione said, somewhat flustered.

Without further word, Draco took her hand and Disapparated. Within moments, they were standing outside of Madam Pudifoot’s, which was the store closest to the end of the road. Moments later, there was a distant, yet evident, pop of Harry’s Apparition. Hermione looked over her shoulder, balancing against Draco’s shoulder, and saw Harry in front of Zonko’s Joke Shop further down.

“This isn’t time for games!” she called down to him.

“It’s the only store I could think of next to Honeydukes!” he hollered back.

With another pop, he disappeared, but reappeared by her side. Grudgingly, Hermione put her arm around Harry’s shoulders as well and the three of them headed down the darkening path towards the looming castle ahead.

Great update! But I want more!
PAMS!!

..:Lisa:..

^^^Agreed

Happy Birthday

I loved the posts, im so glad that Hermoine was ok and im glad that it wasnt really Harry doing the things he did.


PAMS

Beautiful posts Sarah! Can't wait for Draco and Hermione to declare their love for each other!!

Katie