Hermione's POV-
I sat in my bed, looking at the two boys in front of me, the both of them looking guilty.
"Harry, Ron, what is it?" I asked.
Harry stood up and turned his back towards my bed, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Well then Ron, why are the both of you looking like you just murdered someone?" I questioned jokingly.
"It's about Malfoy. We didn't tell you everything that he said." Ron sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"What about him? I thought you told me everything." I said, furrowing my eyebrow.
"Not everything." Harry muttered without turning around.
"Harry, I don't think we should tell her." Ron told Harry.
"No, you came here to tell me, so do it." I butted in.
"Fine. When Malfoy said that a mudblood died last time the chamber was open, he said that one will probably die this time. He said he wanted it to be you." Harry growled, finally turning around.
"W-what." I whispered.
"He wants you dead Mione." Harry said again.
I inhaled a deep breath and put on a fake happy face.
"Well I guess he won't be getting his wish anytime soon, will he?" I joked, smiling a smile they believed to be real.
"Are you okay Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I'm fine. Now, shouldn't you be going back to the common room?" I told them.
"Okay fine." Ron smiled.
"Bye Hermione." Was all Harry said before walking away.
"Bye Mione. I really hope you're okay. I mean, it was pretty harsh." Ron whispered, following Harry.
"I'm alright, trust me." I yelled out after him, but on the inside, my heart cracked into a million pieces.