You Make Me Complete. You Make Me Completely Miserable.

dazed and confused

He stepped back cautiously. The floorboards Creaking under his feet. Draco wanted to tell them to shut up, but alass they were inanimant objects and could not hear him. Hermione shuffled into another room. She had a fair deal with werewolves and was no longer intristed in studying them. With shaking hands draco searched the book shelves for a magic survival guide or something similar , but he came up empty handed.
They both decided not to leave, they couldn't go back to the castle at this time of night without raising suspicions, and certainly not with the werewolf on the loose. Hermione started to write on a piece of blank parchment she kept handy. She handed it over to draco.
It read
I can not leave here with that thing on the loose.
From my great expanse of knowledge on werewolves, we have to wait till sunrise. If any student asks us they will be told that we were attacked by the werewolf when leaving hagrids hut. Pyra can use the truth scince no rules were broken upon her behalf. Unless you have any better ideas? Hermione's normal handwriting was normally very smooth and graceful, but with all the excitement she couldn't stop her hand from shaking make her writing to appear more as chicken scratch.
Indeed that is a sufficient plan. But we still must come up with an excuse of why you and I were leaving hagrids together. And not you, Ron and harry. Draco wrote in the most graceful of ways, even under all the pressure. He passed the parchimant back to Hermione who read it in under four seconds, then began to write once more.
Well that does prove as a problem. No one would believe you were at hagrids. She paused tapping the quill against her face in a thoughtful manner. Draco smiled, then stopped himself.
Well what if you tell the staff that you were about with pyra. She wrote.
Draco shook his head. Not believable either.
Well not as a couple. But maybe I say we were getting minxs root from the green house. As potions partners of coarse.
Hermione shrugged then nodded. Silently the two when to the other room and stared back at the fire. Drifting once again off to sleep.

Draco awoke startled. His heart raced a mile a minute. His nightmares had returned. This happened when the blackout approached. He took deep breaths to calm himself down. The smell of breakfast flew past his nose. Looking down he saw himself in a foreign bed. One made of twigs. He looked to his right and on the bed neighbouring his lay granger. She looked so fragile just sleeping there. Last night came into mind, the last thing he remembered was falling asleep by the fire not going to bed.
He slowly walked out into the kitchen running his fingers threw his blonde hair. I guess you can't quite call it a kitchen per say. It was more of a wooded room with a oven in the middle. Moss covered its floor. What appeared to be a table stood next to an open hole in the wall. Light shone in threw the roof.
" mornin sunshine!" Said a girl in cutoff jean shorts and a gray baggy tee. Cradling eggs in her arms She smiled broadly. Pyra.
Draco jumped back and began to shout treatments of sentences.
" where... Last night.... What...who.........when....but I... Some sort of search party....come for..."
Pyra giggled placing the eggs in her hands on the table. Then walked over to the stove and began tending to what seemed to be strips of rabbit.
" oh dear... I know you probably have a TON of questions but just realize I handled everything." Pyra said her scratchy voice was even scratchyer in the morning. Draco nodded looking down at his soot covered sweater vest scowling. Hermine walked elegantly into the room wearing a white night gown. Pyra smiled once more the kind of smile when you know smithing others are dying to hear. But you just want to toy with them.
" you listen here Missy! I DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF OPERATION YOUR RUNNING HERE! BUT I won't TOLERATE IT!" Hermione screeched, her elagance had melted away reveling a state of pure rage.
" calm down little lady. All will be explained in time." Said Pyra calmly and patently. Hermione did not enjoy being patronized, and crossed her arms.
Pyra walked over to the stove and stabbed up the cooked rabbit, placing it on a slab of stone. She flicked her wrist witch caused the flame to die, but not without a few rebellious sparks and pops.
" that's a lot of food." Said Draco yawning, trying to break the okward silence.
" well I am cooking for 4." She said in a matter of fact way.
" YOUR PREGNANT?" Screeched Hermione once more. Pyra rolled her golden brown eyes as Hermiones chocolate ones burried into her with such force.
" NO!...your not the only ones who have been threw a lot in the past night....infact... speak of the devil." She said waving to figure in the doorway.
The boy in the door way had strawberry blonde hair. His face covered in ash and soot, and eyes that were yellow as the sun. Such recognizable eyes could belong to no one else. The figure in the door was none other then Seamus Finnegan.