Chapter 1: Darkness
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She was in a dream. She hoped that this was just a dream. The darkness had already enveloped her whole body. She couldn't see a thing, and Gryffindor or not, she was scared, frightened, because she didn't know what's happening.
"This is just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream," she chanted, as if these were the secret words that could bring her back to reality. She was wrong. Nothing happened.
What if this was reality? Where was she? Was she trapped, held captive by someone or something? What can she do?
When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the floor, wearing her pyjamas and loose shirt; her wand was nowhere to be seen. The last thing that she remembered was going to sleep after spending another exhausting day at the Ministry.
She walked and walked. Her eyes, for some unexplained reason, could not get used to the darkness. She closed her eyes, opened them once more, but to no avail. All she could see was darkness, nothing else.
Where am I?She thought.
And then there it was. She felt it. She felt that she was not alone anymore. Someone was definitely watching her. Its piercing gaze bored into her but she didn't know where it came from.
"Hello?" she said, voice slightly cracking.
Merlin! She was scared and felt completely helpless. "Is...is someone out there?"
There was no answer. But she knew the eyes were still looking at her, and, as if an alarm was set off in her mind, she knew that she had to run. Run from that thing, whatever it was, preying on her.
Pushing her legs to their limit and feeling the sudden surge of adrenaline, she knew that she could, at least, gain distance away from it. She ran and ran. She felt herself soaked with sweat. She looked back not seeing anything but darkness, but she knew, oh, she knew. It was following her. She couldn't hear anything, only the sound of her bare feet against the stone floor and her panting.
She was growing tired but no, she would not stop. Because if she did, that something would surely catch her, and she's terrified of it, and of the things that it could do to her. No, she would not stop, but she felt herself slowing down. The rush of adrenaline was slowly vanishing.
It was now behind her. She again tried to run, but found her way blocked by a wall. She was trapped with nowhere to go. She tried pushing the wall with all her strength, praying that it would budge. But no, it did not.
She didn't turn to see it. She kept herself facing the wall, forehead resting on it, feeling the cold stone of which it was made. Please,she thought, please, go away. It did not.
She could now feel its presence clearly. With a gasp, she felt its breath on her right ear. It was warm, giving her unwanted and unexplained pleasure with that brief contact. She stiffened when she felt its arms curl around her waist, pulling her close to its body.
"Hermione…",it whispered in her ear, its voice low, sensual and soft. The voice clearly belonged to a man.
"Who are you?" she demanded, trying not to sound scared.
It chuckled. Its mouth travelled from her lobe to her neck, showering her with light kisses.
Soon. You will know soon.
She immediately opened her eyes and was back in her room, her clothes and sheets drenched in sweat. Everything was in its right place, the man nowhere to be seen. A bit of cold wind could be felt from the slightly ajar sliding door of her balcony. She gave a sigh of relief and laughed silently to herself.
It was nothing but a dream. Goodness, I can't believe that at your age, after fighting Voldemort and his minions, you would still be afraid of some stupid dream. Silly you.
Then she heard something moving at her balcony. A feeling of dread came back, as if she knew what or who could be there. The feeling of being watched permeated her whole body. It was the same sensation as in her dream.
She took her wand that was resting on her bedside table, slowly stood up and went to the half-closed glass door. The brunette berated herself mentally for being so careless.
She did not turn on the lights but instead readied herself for an attack as she approached the door with caution.
Fighting the thoughts in her mind, she focused on the matter at hand. She reached out a trembling hand to the side of the door, and with a quick slide, she opened the door fully.
