"Draco's lips hovered over Hermione's. She could feel his ragged, hot breaths on her face as the world itself spun around them. Swirling flashes of time sparking off all as he focused on nothing but her. She felt his hands cup her face as she stared...
It was not until midnight that Hogwarts came into view. A thick layer of Fog covered the ground, reflecting brightly from the Full moon above. Hermione smiled as she stepped onto the familiar long bridge that led into hogwarts. Her low rise heels clicked against the stone floor as they walked, slightly swaying her school blue trimmed, uniformed skirt from side to side.
"We have to find Professor Dumbledore" Hermione whispered his name sadly, his death obviously still pained her. During there long walk she concluded that it were her only Option, as he alone seemed knowledgeable of time travel in her third year.
She remembered seaching for school supplies in Diagon ally as frightened whispered filled the Air from shoppers around her. Sirius Black, a well known notorious killer had escaped from the prison of Askaban in the dead of night. It was only later on in her school year that she learned of his innocents, and was unofficially tasked by Professor Dumbledore to use her time tuner, along with Harry, helping Sirius escape before his execution. Along the way she were able to save Hagrid's well beloved Hyppogriff from the same fate. Though Hermione never spoke of what happened to the Professor, somehow he had seemed to already have known. This led her to believe that he could also have some basic understanding as to what was happening now, hopefully being able to send them home.
Draco's expression tightened as she spoke the Professors name. In the sixth year, when the war had reached the ponit of no return, The Dark lord had tasked Draco alone with the ambush, and execution of the powerful Wizard. The professor arrived at the tower in which Draco had laid in wait. He remembered the professors long Gray hair blowing harshly in the wind as he stepped out from the darkness. Draco recalled his hand trembled in nervous, shaky horror, as he pointed his wand at Dumbledore, intent upon killing him. He had no choice.
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"Draco, you are no executioner."
His deep, aged, and ever knowledgeable voice had spoke to him. Draco couldn't do it, even after his fellow Death Eaters flanked them, urging Draco to go through with it. The pleating voice that still believed in the young, blonde fool had won. Snape had suddenly emerged, killing Dumbledore, sending him tumbling off the edge of the tower to his Death.
Now however, back in the first year, Professor Dumbledore was still very much alive. To Draco, The thought of seeing him again after what he had done made Draco sick. He couldn't bring himself to face the Wizard out of guilt, even if the past Professor hadn't known what the future Draco had done. "Don't you think Professor McGonagall would be much better suited," Draco began, but to his surprise Hermione marched past him, turning to stop him from reaching the The huge main oak front doors, leading into the Entrance Hall
Her eyes cast a look of disgust on the towering coward as she spoke. "Professor McGonagall is a powerful Wizard." She began, anger at Malfoy in each word "Professor Dumbledore however was," she paused, realizing that for the first time in almost three years, she did not have to say his name in a past-tense "Is" she corrected, biting back tears. "The best, most knowledgeable wizard Hogwarts has ever known!" She defended her dearly departed mentor. Hermione eyes wondered over Draco as if she were looking at the most horrid beast imaginable, a look that no matter how angry he had made her in the past, this were something new entirely. "If you are afraid to face him out of some newly found, much overdue guilt." She spat, shoving her pointed index finger hard onto his chest. "That is entirely your Problem Malfoy, not mine." She finished, Furious brown eyes locked on his iced over blues, which she could have sworn actually glowed under the moonlight.
No smart comebacks or quick retorts escaped Draco's lips as she glared up at him. He were, for once, speachless in her presence. He could feel her hatred towards him from the heat of her skin, that almost seemed to be steaming. Eventually he nodded his head in understanding, figuring that if he did not, Granger might physically imploded from anger.
Hermione held her breath as she hopped the magically set alarm system on Hogwarts wouldn't go off as the pair both pushed the large doors open. She concluded that her past selfs essences must have been programed in to the charm since she were among the students of first year.
One, two, three.
Relief overcome Hermione as no alarms of detection could be heard. They made it inside, finally.
It was pitch dark, the students, and teachers no doubt fast alseep.
"Lumos!" Draco commanded, wand hand extended in front of him. The tip shined a bright blue, making the halls around the pair visible.
Double doors to the right lead into the Great Hall, on the other side of the hall, Slughorn's Stairs lead to the Dungeon Corridor. To the right, another door led to the Classrooms. Hermione focused her attention on the wide marble staircase opposite of oak doors.
Her and Draco walked side by side, up the stairs that led to the teachers Corridor that neither one had ventured before. It being strictly off limits to students, teachers to tired from long days at Hogwarts to be dealing with children after hours. This is why they took turns roaming the halls at night, making sure that none of the adolescents were out of bed.
They made it to the foreign hallway, coming upon large, gold trimmed doors, names carved into the ancient wood.
~Rolanda Hooch~ Flying instructor.
Draco remembered many lessons from her as she were his Flying class teacher, and also Referee of Hogwarts Quidditch matches.
~Aurora Sinistra~ Astronomy.
They continued passing the rooms in search of a single name.
~Charity Burbage~ Muggle studies.
~Filius Flitwick~ Charms. Hermione remembered that he were part goblin, also head of Ravenclaw.
~Severus Snape~ Potions.
Later however he became Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, eventually becoming Head of Slytherin, and Headmaster before he was Murdered by Voldemort during the Battle of Hogwarts. Hermione swalled, yet another great wizard dead.
They passed many others before the doors become standard, and blank, Meaning that they had more rooms then needed, or the others teachers simply chose to flew in, not wanting to spend all of the school year away.
"Professor Dumbledore is not here." Hermione spoke in Tried, disbelief. She began searching though the names once more, hoping that she overlooked it the first time.
"Granger!" Draco called out to her a few moments later.
"What, Malfoy!" She asked in annoyance as she turned. She found him peering his head through a now opened, unaccompanied teachers room. "What did you do?" She accused, wide eyed. Previously all room doors had been magically sealed for protection.
"Nothing," he defended. "The door just opened."
"Sealed doors don't just open, Malfoy." Hermione spoke as if he were a child. She walked to the mysterious door before glancing over Draco, inside the fully furnished, unaccompanied teachers room.
Suddenly a note appeared out of thin air. Hermione scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. The paper seemed thick, and expensive. The handwriting neat from years of practice.
"It's late children, I will speak with you in the morning. Until then, get some rest." ~ Professor Dumbledore.
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