"Hermione! Hermione! Come quick!"
"Euan, what's wrong?" Hermione asked as Euan Abercrombie, a third year Gryffindor, ran up to her corridor.
"You must come," Euan gasped, out of breath from running.
"Euan, breathe. Now, tell me what's wrong," Hermione calmly urged.
"Millicent Bulstrode...in the library," he managed to wheeze out.
"What about Millicent Bulstrode?" Hermione asked sharply, recalling a very unpleasant memory from her second year that had been caused by Millicent's cat.
"She's got a first-year cornered in the back of the library," Euan said, finally breathing again. "She won't stop jinxing him."
"What section does she have him cornered in?" Hermione asked urgently.
"Er...I think it was Muggle History."
"Find Professor McGonagall and tell her to meet me there. Hurry!"
And without another word, Hermione, wand in hand, headed straight for the library.
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Zach Smith stood at the corner, waiting for his signal. Finally receiving it, he gave two sharp whistles to Terry Boot who was standing at the next corner.
Terry immediately ran from his post to the next corridor where Blaise was lurking the shadows.
"Granger's coming," Terry whispered excitedly to the cloaked shadow.
Smirking, Blaise stepped out of the darkness and walked casually to the library entrance. Draco was waiting.
"The bookworm is on the loose," Blaise drawled.
It was Malfoy's turn to smirk.
"Excellent," he rasped.
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Hermione raced past the entrance to the library, weaving her way through the many tables and shelves to the back section. Such was her hurry that she didn't notice how unusually empty the library was for a school night...or how dimly lit it was.
Making her last turn around a row of shelves, Hermione arrived at the Muggle History section to find..no one.
She made a full circle, looking in every direction before stopping to catch her breath. There was no sigh of a struggle. In fact, there was no sign that anyone had been there. Not a book was out of place...not a cobweb disturbed.
"Granger! Where are they?" Malfoy called, seeming out of breath as he ran down the row of shelves towards her.
"What are you doing here? Where's Professor McGongall?" Hermione asked.
"I dunno. Some kid who reminds me of Longbottom told me that Bulstrode was attacking a first-year," Malfoy replied, appearing utterly bewildered.
"So, I'm assuming Euan also told you that they were in the Muggle History section?" Hermione asked tiredly, rubbing her temples.
"Euan? Who's Euan?"
"Euan Abercrombie. The boy who looked like Neville. I think he was- Wait! What's happening!" Hermione exclaimed.
The shelves of books surrounding them had suddenly come to life and were...dancing. The lowering bookcases gracefully glided in and out of each other in an intricate pattern, forming a cubicle of sorts around the Head Girl and Boy. Hermione realized with horror what the bookcases were doing.
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Enemy Seduction: Dramione
FanfictionDraco and Hermione have been enemies for as long as anyone has known them. It's in their nature to scowl at each other as they walk down the hallways to Potions, or mock one another when they make a mistake. However, when Professor McGonagall assign...
