A/N: Hi! Don't know where this idea came from but I wanted to give it a try :) It won't be long I think, probably 5-7 chapters long. I'm not sure.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, unfortunately. The shittyplot is mine and the probable grammar mistakes too.

A PLACE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

Chapter 1: A (bad) dream.

Hermione opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the blinding light that reflected in her face. She seated up, realizing she was lying in a cold grey ground and not her bed. Worried, she turned around looking for something familiar but all she could see was the same cold ground, a strong white light above everything and a strange mist.

"Hello?" she asked, getting up and starting to walk. Maybe it was a dream, maybe it was a joke from her friends. "Is anyone here?"

She stopped walking and tried to search for anything but there was nothing in her sight. She was wearing her pajamas so maybe it was just a rare dream.

"Guys, if this is some kind of twisted joke it's not funny," she said starting to walk again.

Suddenly she felt a shiver running through her body and a strange pull in her stomach. She started to feel dizzy and had to close her eyes when the world started to spin. When she felt that everything returned to normal she opened up her eyes, thinking that she would see the guilty expressions of her friend after that bad joke.

But they weren't there.

"What is this place? Who are you?" she asked the person in front of her: an old man with a long white beard and hazel eyes. "Sir?"

He didn't reply, his eyes weren't even focused on her, it was like he couldn't see Hermione. She looked around one more time seeing that this time she was surrounded by different people but yet every one of them were strangers to her.

"Hello. Can someone see me? Does anyone understands me?!" she screamed but didn't get any kind of response.

It was like she was invisible to them. Maybe she was. Maybe everything was just a dream. A long and creepy one, but a dream.

She started walking once again, feeling another shiver running through her spine. Why was she cold if she didn't even feel the wind moving her hair or her clothes? The place seemed familiar to her, it was not anymore a simple cold ground covered by mist. They were buildings that seem too empty, too clean to even be real.

"Is this is really a joke it isn't funny, boys," she murmured. "What is this place?"

"Don't you know what this is?" someone replied, surprising her.

She turned to see a lady with brown hair, green eyes and formal clothes looking at her. Hermione shook her head, but the lady didn't see her anymore.

"I don't know what this is, could you please explain it to me?" she asked.

The woman just looked at her and started walking away. Hermione frowned at the action and try reaching for her but her hand passed through the girl's body when she tried to take her hand.

"What is happening here? What is this?" She was starting to feel desperate.

Hermione started to walk again, trying to talk to people and searching to find someone she knew and that could give her any explanation. Was this some kind of twisted dream produce by the memories of the war?

"Granger?" A voice stopped her and made her turn to see if her mind wasn't making her hear things that couldn't be true.

"Malfoy?" she asked, feeling a little hope at the sight of someone she knew, even if that person was Draco Malfoy.

Seeing him there was probably another hint to actually think that everything was just a dream.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

Hermione didn't reply at first, occupied by seeing the minimal changes in the other man. It was the same Draco Malfoy she knew from school: grey eyes, white skin, blond hair, and thin lips. Maybe his fringe was a little longer, falling into his eyes. And his clothes were much more different from what she expected; black boots, black jeans, and a black coat that was dripping water to the floor.

"I don't know," she finally said. "I just woke up here, well not exactly here but in another place more… empty? Suddenly I was here and I just don't…"

"Wait, you don't know where you at?" he asked amused.

"Actually not, it would be helpful if you could tell me," she admitted.

Draco chuckled, his eyebrows rising as he grinned. It was like he was laughing at her but Hermione couldn't see what was funny about her situation.

"The know-it-all Granger doesn't know where she is?" he said. "That's just sad."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Save your stupid teasing for another time, Malfoy, and tell me where am I. What this is all about."

"You forget the magical word, Granger," he replied. "Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

"Please, Malfoy, tell me where am I," she said through gritted teeth. All of this had to be a dream. She was sure of that.

"It isn't only where you are at, Granger," he commented. "Is also how you are."

"How I am? I'm just fine and I will be better if you answer my question," Hermione said.

"Are you sure you're fine?" He sounded like he was mocking her.

"Malfoy, stop! Just fucking answer me!"

Draco took a step back and he looked at her with a sarcastic grin. "Sorry to give you the bad news, Granger, but you are... dead," he stated with a grin and then he pointed the place. "And this is the veil between life and death. Welcome to the beginning of the end, Granger".

Hermione felt another shiver run through his spine as she looked at Malfoy, completely lost. She couldn't be dead. How could she be dead if she was just fine when she went to sleep hours ago? How could she die in the middle of the night? Maybe this was part of the joke and they put Malfoy to tricked her.

But then she remembered what Harry told her months ago about Malfoy. How he was declared dead when the ship he took to go to Westray* didn't get to the port. 'It was a bad storm at the sea, no one survived', the citizens of the island had said.

She looked at him again. Looked at the water that dripped from his coat and she looked at her own pajamas. Hermione opened her mouth but nothing came out even though she wanted to scream. This wasn't a dream anymore, it was a nightmare and she wanted to wake up.

Note: *Westray is one of the Orkney Islands in Scotland.

(At first, I thought 'bout Draco going to the Isle of Man, but I wanted a place that was far away from London but still in the UK that's why I choose Westray).

A/N: And this is all (for today). I don't know if this actually turned great or decent or just bad, don't even know if anything in this fic makes sense but at least I tried.

If you like it (or not) don't forget to leave a review to let me know :)

XOXO,

L.