AN: Firstly, I want to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews on my first story (Awake - a wonderful oneshot that I'm struggling with whether I want to continue - if you haven't read it, please do! And review! It encourages me!).

This won't be a oneshot so read, review, AND follow for updates. I can't promise how often new chapters will come because I am a super busy human that writes to release AND to procrastinate. But I do promise I won't make you wait too long. So long as you guys promise to show the love; I know I have readers but I want to know you guys are enjoying what I write as much as I love writing it!

Just to fill you guys in (and this is all the backstory you get) - this is an AU. Voldemort won the war!

The rest of the backstory will present itself throughout. If you have any questions though, leave them in the reviews and maybe I will get back to you.

Enjoy!

Panic

The feeling encompassed every cell in her body. She was running, tripping on the cracks in the sidewalk, trying her hardest to stay on her feet. Behind her the footsteps were increasing in volume. With each thud a pain stabbed at her heart, this was it; she would surely be captured, tortured, and killed tonight. She couldn't control this as much as she could control her very own blood status. She turned left at the corner and caught sight of the hooded figures at the next intersection. Her breath caught in her throat as she backtracked, instead heading down a small dark alley. She could hear them shouting and running in her direction. They were coming from every direction now; she was trapped, doomed, dead.

Hide

That was about her only option, but where?

A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards an abandoned building. She wanted to scream against her better judgement, but the hand covering her mouth prevented it. "Don't move Granger! If you want to live, I suggest you be as still and quiet as possible!"

"Where the hell did she go?" She could hear the angry voices right outside the door and looked into the gray eyes in front of her, knowing he saw the panic that was consuming her.

Without saying another word the tall blonde, dropped his hold on her and walked out the door she'd just been pulled through, black robes billowing behind him. She felt she couldn't trust this guy but had nowhere to go, nowhere else to hide, nobody else in the world. She inched further into the dark corner and crouched down quietly.

"Draco, did you see that filthy little mudblood?" The voice was shrill, evil, and dripping with insanity.

"No. I came through this building hoping to cut her off but never saw her. Perhaps up around the next corner?" He lied smoothly to the small mob that had formed outside.

An alarm started to sound from what seemed a block or two over. They must've thought she was the culprit because the sound of footsteps faded away as the voices disappeared. Would he leave her here until someone else found her or would he return? Panic started to seep into her again and a moment later the door opened.

"Granger -" She didn't move even though she recognized the voice, he'd told her to stay as still and quiet as possible. When she tilted her head and met his eyes she saw agony reflecting back. He knelt down next to her in the dark room and wrapped his arm tightly around her. "You are not safe here." She felt a pull and closed her eyes tight, it felt as if her body were being stretched and ripped apart from the inside. Was he killing her?

When she opened her eyes she was standing in a park and the sun was rising. Confusion coursed through her now; it wasn't even midnight so why was the sun rising? She turned to the blonde next to her and saw a tear escape from the corner of his eye. She reached out to him, feeling the sudden need to comfort the handsome guy standing before her, but as her hand brushed against his cheek he pulled away unable to meet her soft, confused gaze.

"You aren't safe anywhere. I'm sorry Hermione; this is the only way to keep you alive." Before she could question anything he was saying, she was blinded by a bright green light as the word Obliviate sounded quietly from his lips.

Honey gasped, bolting upright in bed. She was drenched in sweat and her pulse was racing. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she palmed her eyes as if trying to hold her dream into the forefront of her mind. She grabbed the journal off her nightstand but the second her pencil touched the blank page in front of her everything was gone. Again! Her eyes found the alarm clock on the dresser across the room, 5:55.

"Ugh!" She slammed her head back into the pillows in frustration. She wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, there was no way. Since she was already covered in a sweaty glimmer she decided a morning run would do her good, clear her mind, hopefully.

The bed shifted slightly below her and the blankets pulled tighter. She froze realizing that she wasn't alone. Slowly, she glanced at the other side of her bed and green eyes met hers.

"Bad dream?"

Shit! What was his name?

"Uh, hi -" He chuckled at her response.

"Jake."

"Oh, right. Jake. Well I -"

He sat up, scooted to the side of the bed and reached for his clothes. "It's fine Honey. I know I overstayed my welcome. No need for the small talk." She blushed and turned away, searching for her clothes to find them strewn across the floor. When she felt the bed move, she glanced back to see Jake pulling his shorts up over his hips. He was handsome, that she couldn't deny. She found herself staring at the tattoos covering his arms, transfixed by the ink marking his skin, so engrossed that she didn't notice him glancing over his strong shoulders to witness her astonishment. When he turned to grab his t-shirt from the headboard her eyes fell on his perfectly chiseled chest, washboard abs, and the defined pelvic muscles that practically begged to be touched.

Another chuckle escaped him as he pulled his t-shirt on, causing her to look away. "Well -" he reached for his shoes and tossed her a shirt that lay nearby. She mumbled a thank you, pulling it over her head. Clearly her discomfort at the morning was showing on the outside. "I had a nice night Honey." He sat on the end of the bed, pulling on his tennis shoes. She decided staying quiet was the route to making this awkwardness end quickly. Glancing around the room at all the unruly stacks of books, Honey tried to look anywhere but at the stranger sitting at the end of her bed.

God, I need to invest in some bookshelves!

Her bed (always) unmade, the hundreds of books, the wine glasses on her nightstand, and the dirty clothes thrown where she stripped them off, Honey made a mental note that perhaps today should be the day when she'd clean. She'd go for a run, buy a bookshelf or two, and straighten up - maybe she would even do a little decorating. She had after all lived in San Fran for nearly 6 months and her apartment still looked like she'd moved in last week. A hand touched her knee startling her, reminding Honey that she didn't wake up alone. Reluctantly she brought her eyes to the owner of the hand and a smirk crossed Jake's features as he watched her. He quickly leaned over her, grabbed her empty journal from the nightstand, jotted something down inside, and stood, tossing the journal on the bed next to her. "Call me sometime" he said huskily as he left her room.

When the door to her apartment latched, Honey jumped from her bed and darted to the window. She pulled back the curtain to see Jake exit her apartment complex onto the busy street below. She watched him from behind the safety of her curtains wondering if she'd call him, completely oblivious to the grey eyes that were staring down her overnight guest as well.

AN: So yes! Let me know what you think :D I'm already super excited about the coming chapters so perhaps an update will come sooner than even I expect.