Tears welled in her eyes as she saw an explosion errupt in the distance. Gryffindor tower, once the place she called home, was now just barely standing among the flames. She was frozen. For the first time in her life she couldn’t think straight.

A hand grabbing her wrist and puling her down the corridor broke her out of her trance and she quickly turned to look at the persons face.

“Malfoy, let go of me,” she grumbled twisting her hand in an attempt to loosen his grip.

“The Castle isn’t safe anymore, Granger, we have to leave!” he replied, his eyes not leaving the path ahead.

“They’ve blocked every entrance, there is now way out,” she said, her voice now noticably timid, “and if they catch us trying to escape they’ll-“

“I know another way,” he loosened his grip but only slightly as he winded his way through the corridors with her following closely behind. The death eaters triumphant shouts were getting closer and her heart sped up with the possibilty of danger. Her brain started to catch up with her again as she realised they were heading towards the Room of Requirement. She briefly wondered whether he knew that simply willing for a way out would not work. It is not how the rooms magic had worked.

“Draco, I-“

“Hermione, just trust me. Please.”