Professor McGonagall didn't know that Hogwarts had a Failsafe.The Spell she used to protect the students triggered the castle to protect itself. It's been creating labyrinths. Some of the loved ones of the missing ventured in, never to be seen again. It's like they never left. Draco Lucius Malfoy, the verdict alteration comes with a stipulation that you must return for the rehabilitation of Hogwarts.

PART ONE The indignation radiated off of Draco as he observed them; Hermione Granger might be a lot of things, a mudblood, a swotty cunt, and a nuisance to fucking society, but she was not a coward. She did not make herself smaller for the likes of men. He respected the way she never shied away from her true nature, even in his hatred of everything she was. Her spirit was strong despite her dirty blood. That is the reason he sought so hard to break it. ( Attempted rape is not between Draco and Hermione) PART TWO NOW POSTED

THIS IS PART TWO : "You're playing a game you can't win," he whispered, tightening his grip. "I already have," she choked out, becoming light-headed as she struggled to get a full breath in. He was well aware just where to hold, because he held her right on the edge of passing out. "Is that so?" He asked. "From where I'm sitting, you have not." His thumb released her enough to stroke her throat. "Enlighten me, Hermione." She shivered at the sinful way her name sounded on his lips.

The black lake cast shadows along the empty common room, the greens and blues mixed with the darkness that danced across the cold floor. The beauty, unnoticed by the rest of the world, tucked soundly into their four-poster beds. The sound of nothing but his own breathing filled the space, but his mind was a constant battleground, flitting through memories that he could not unsee. His hands shook at the recollection of the torture they endured, the pain they caused. He gripped his hand at the thought of all of those who would never live because of him, either from his own wand or his cowardice. Draco didn't know how the others endured the never ending demons that lurked over the entire castle. How did they walk in the corridors without hearing the screams of the fallen, seeing the lifeless eyes staring up at them, never too close of their own will again? The war had killed more than just those that were buried, because he was a shell of who he once was and who he could have been. His dreams had once been an escape he relished, but not even those were safe now.