Draco's Obsession

Dangerous Context

Hermione's POV:

A sense of fear struck Hermione as she watched Malfoy go into some sort of hypnotic trance. His silvery eyes turned black as he and the falcon spoke to one another in a foreign language. She thought that it might be Latin, but something told her it wasn't.

Alexandria tried to break whatever connection Miraculous had with Malfoy, but the bird was too strong. Even Professor McGonagall could not seem to break the connection.

Harry pulled out his wand and yelled, "Diffindo!" to break whatever connection was holding the two together. But the spell only backfired, sending a whoosh of wind that blew Harry off his feet and to the floor.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione rushed over, helping him to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Chanting could be heard behind her, and Hermione looked back to see Alexandria repeating enchanting words, her palms spread out before her towards Miraculous.

"What is she doing?" Harry whispered.

Alexandria's voice began to rise as she chanted, "nunc audite me, et prope audite. hunc nexum frange et hanc maledictionem frange." She repeated the words over and over, like she too, was hypnotised.

Professor McGonagall lifted her wand again and repeated in English, "Hear me now, and listen close. Break this connection and break this curse."

Hermione felt helpless. Like she couldn't do anything to stop this, or help Malfoy. A chill ran down her spine in fear.

But it was when the blood began trickling down Malfoy's nose that Hermione really began to worry. She almost leaped over the table to get to him, and when she did get to him, all she could think to do was shake him violently to get him to come back to reality.

Relief had coursed through her when he finally woke from his trance.

So relieved she almost kissed him.

When his eyes returned to their normal silvery grey, Hermione felt like she could breathe. His eyes bore into hers as he stared into her soul.

"Miraculous, you need to leave, now," Gaunt commanded, her voice laced with both anger and worry.

"Stop shaking me, Granger," Malfoy announced, a scowl forming on his face, his voice laced with grogginess.

"You're bleeding," she responded in shock.

Draco lifted his hand and touched the blood trickling down his nose.

He froze for a short moment and stood from his seat. He suddenly bolted out of the Great Hall.

"Mr Malfoy, come back here this instance," the Professor called out, but Malfoy didn't slow down.

"Malfoy wait!" Hermione's feet began to move without hesitation as she followed him out of the Great Hall.

"Hermione, no," she heard Potter yell out behind her, but she didn't slow down. This wasn't about Harry's pride or his ego. This was about Malfoy and what might be going on with him. She needed to make sure he was okay, or Hermione would worry herself sick.

Malfoy's strides were long and fast, taking him to wherever it was he was going. All Hermione could do was try her best to reach and follow behind him.

Malfoy didn't slow down as he turned each corner of the long halls or when he literally flew down the staircase. He didn't slow down when he reached the blank wall of the Slytherin entrance.

Hermione heard him almost yell, "Puresanguis," and rushed inside when the walls opened up for him.

Hermione was almost out of breath, but didn't slow down. Malfoy rushed up the staircase, and she knew that he was going to his bedroom.