The seventh glass of fire demanded otherwise. Blaise looked at Draco standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"I had urgent business," he stretched, emphasizing the word "urgent."
- Too decided to wash on something?
- More like someone, - the guy, rocking, went to the exit. The cool cold of the corridor even sobered Draco a little. But not enough for him to turn back.
So, where can she be?
The Chiefs always left the dungeon bypass for the last time, so Malfoy had to wait ten minutes, validly carving the lower floor. Finally, he noticed two lights deep in the corridor. The Sluderin began to go to their meeting, losing confidence with each step. What is he going to do anyway? He didn 't know. The alcohol inside demanded something, and Malfoy obeyed him dumb.
Hermione laughed for a moment, noticing who was coming to meet them. Draco managed to grasp her confused facial expression, which was immediately replaced by cold indifference. Hermione took two steps aside, defiantly bypassing the night guest. She could, of course, withdraw the points, most likely she will. Just why tell Malfoy. I didn 't want to raise an extra noise. Phil tried not to look at the guy, afraid to meet him with his eyes. Griffindorca had already passed by when Draco was suddenly remembered.
"Stand, Granger!" an echo passed through the empty corridor.
- What to you? - the girl stopped, but didn t turn.
"I have some questions about... The schedule, the gaze slid across Granger 's back, burning it with its cold. I think she felt it. She shuddered a little.
"Speak."
Draco was silent. He ignored the girl 's icy eyes, full of anger and a silent question. His gaze moved to Phil, who stood just beyond Hermione.
He felt the severity as if an anvil had been thrown at him. He opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. The silence lasted only a few seconds, and the tension grew.
"I have no right to leave her alone. Ask and we 'll go.
- Uhu-hu, how brave we are, - Draco 's lips stretched in a mock grin. He put his hands in his pocket, taking a confident pose. Alone.
"Go, Phil. I 'll catch up with you.
"But...
- Go, - the girl looked at the sluderin, clearly showing the mistrust, but didn t want to retreat.
Phil walked uneasy down the hall. He didn 't want to leave Hermione with him. A war raged inside, to stay and protect the girl, or, still, to leave alone? Slow down, Phil chose the second option.
"I 'll be close if anything...
- Yes, yes, get out already, - Draco waved his hand in his direction, Phil immediately walked faster. - You in each faculty decided to have a puppy who will run after you and protect?
The girl exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes.
"Just tell me what you want?" the girl looked aside.
- And you are not afraid of me? - Draco took a step forward. His legs were not very quick to listen to him, the last portion of alcohol was clearly unnecessary.
Hermione frowned. What the hell is going on here? After all, it was immediately clear that no Malfoy schedule was interested.
"I can see you 're afraid to even look at me," his half-mouth was horrified. What is it? Why is she afraid? Granger was fighting death eaters, and then she threw herself in front of a Slucerin ferret. Even funny. Although, if you look at it, Malfoy was a eater, too. He took another step, and Hermione jumped back, pointing a magic wand at the guy. He laughed.
"Are you serious, Granger?" And what are you gonna do? Stun me? But it is against the rules! - he uttered the last words with a victory, theatrical swing of hands.
Just don 't come any closer, okay? I 'm just leaving, the girl started to stain back. She, as usual, had no mood for stupid overtures, given that the speaker was not quite sober.
- Carries, you won t go anywhere, little scum, - Draco sharply turned forward, having knocked out from hands of the girl weapons. The stick rolled aside. Hermione didn 't have time to question how the guy pressed her against the wall, grabbing her shoulders.
- You are completely out of mind survived?! - eyes of the girl rounded, all consciousness engulfed primitive fear.
Hermione was genuinely scared. She first ended up with Draco alone, in such an intimate and, at the same time, a very dangerous position. Immediately remove your hands from me! - She almost suffocated.
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