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Rating: This chapter is an R for reasons that may soon be obvious…but this is where my randomly Spanish muse took me. Oh, and if the change of pov is not ok, tell me and I won't do it again, it's just it would be…gruesome to write from Hermione's pov for this part of the fic.

Genre: Romance/Humor/Action/Slight Horror

Last time on Tease,

Harry and amazingly Draco Malfoy were next to me. I looked at Harry, as if to ask whether Malfoy can be trusted and he nodded his head. The doors were flung wide open and…

Now on Tease,

…silence…The majestic oak doors of the great hall rebounded of their adjoining walls and a mist seemed to crawl into the room. A feeling of dread settled over those in the front of the hall as that damn silence continued. After what felt like hours the action to start with a deafening roar. At least fifty hooded figures swarmed through the door, jets of green and yellow light ricocheting off barricades and shields. Some of the cockier attackers yelled battle cries and rushed to the front only to be swiftly stunned.

An hour later, I found myself crawling through the debris healing and deflecting enchantments. I'd finished setting a broken ankle, Seamus sat up straighter, still wanting to fight from his position on the floor. I couldn't believe we were just holding them back and we were only keeping ground by their need to re-animate their stunned comrades. I suddenly realized what we were doing wouldn't be enough. I saw Harry, almost crushed beneath one of the larger pieces of splintered debris and made a run for it. I could saw a flash of green and felt a heat scorch my back.

I landed a bit roughly next to Harry and saw that he was simply knocked unconscious, but before I could wake him my head was pulled back by my hair, which had fallen loose earlier. On my knees, I struggled to see my attacker. The sharp nails dug into my scalp and twisted my hair, the next second I was sprawled on the ground. I tried to get up to face my attacker with some chance, but he had got their first. A woeful snapping noise later, I knew I was defenseless.

The dark shape behind me kicked me onto my back; I glanced at the shattered remnants of my wand before raising my eye line to his. Stark, cruel blue eyes glared back at me and I swore. All I had to hope for now was a merciful death, a quick death. Pain like none I'd felt previously ran through my body, if I had had the strength I would have screamed. The world slowly went dark and the only reason I knew I was still alive was the pain, radiating through the darkness.

Harry's POV

I was startled awake by one of the rafters crashing mere meters from me, I turned around and dragged myself out of the rubble. Glancing over at the enemies front lines I saw something I never thought I'd ever see, hoped I'd never see. My friends body, being dragged out of the hall by her limp limbs, like a piece of rotten filth, but I knew she was alive. There was no mistaking the slight rise and fall of her chest.

I stumbled over to the break in the barricades, I needed to save her! I stumbled and as I regained my footing I saw a flash of blonde hair. Draco! One of the younger years threw a nasty curse at the death eater holding him, holding him similarly to the way the other one was dragging Hermione. Turning back to the doors I saw the end of her foot disappear around the corner and I saw red.

"NO!!!" I scrambled past death eater and student alike, desperate to get to her. I lost my footing on my injured leg and fell, only to get trampled. Feet stepping on me as they retreated, or did they advance, have we lost?

I awoke a few days latter in the hospital wing, sore and stiff but no longer in such massive pain. I turned for a glass of water, picking up my glasses and slipping them on in the process. Finding my bedside table empty I stood, grabbed glass of water from the sink then began to return to my bed. Halfway across the room I dropped the glass. I heard it shatter on the floor, heard the mediwitch shouting about me being too weak.

The doors opened and I turned to see Ron, unharmed but looking like he hadn't slept for days. I knew the answer to the question eons before I actually was able to ask it, but I still needed him to say it.

"Ron…Hermione, is she…" I winced at the desperate tone in my voice.

"She's gone mate, we can't find her anywhere, and we've looked."

That was the second time that week I passed out from shock.

Yeah, well what do you guys think? I know my writing styles a bit more elaborate but I'd still like an opinion, and here comes some Hurt/Comfort for Hermione. And maybe Harry, who should Harry fall for?

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