Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter, the goddess J. K. Rowling does…I'm just another loyal follower…
A/N: This is my first fanfic so I would really appreciate reviews…
Also, the word in italics are dreams/flashbacks and the thought of the characters…
Love Blooms from Secrets
Ch. 1 – Hermione's Secret
"Come on, don't be shy," a silky voice said.
"no, No NO—
"NO!" Hermione screamed as she sat up, shaking. She tried desperately to push the hallucinations (she refused to admit they were memories) out of her head.
She slowly trudged to her private bathroom that was given to her along with her own private dorms when she became Head Girl.
Breath in…Breath out…Hermione thought to herself. The yoga classes she took with her mother over the summer really helped at times like this. Focusing all her attention on splashing cold water on her face, she tried desperately to push the 'hallucinations' out of her head.
Once she was considerably calm and looking halfway decent, she headed out of her dorm toward the Gryffindor Tower. Though she knew her friends wouldn't know what had upset her so much, she still needed someone to comfort her.
Harry and Ron were the only ones in the common room when she entered. They were finishing up a 24-inch Potions essay that was due the next day. Hwever, when they saw Hermione walk in with an empty look in her eyes, they dropped their homework and ran over to her.
"'Mione, you look terrible!" Ron said, earning him a glare from Harry. "Er…what I meant was …you…look like…just…"
"Hermione, you all right?" Harry asked.
"It's n-nothing. I j-just had a….n-nightmare." She whispered softly.
A look of worry flashed in the boys' eyes. This wasn't the first time Hermione had come to them at night because of a 'nightmare'. In fact, these 'nightmares' seemed to happen weekly.
"Hermione?" a concerned Harry said. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, it's okay, I'm fine. It's just a nightmare." Just a nightmare, Just a nightmare…Hermione seemed to be trying to convince herself more than the boys.
As she slowly stumbled back to the Head dorms, Hermione got an odd feeling. The feeling you get when you feel someone is watching you. However, she was too tired too think about it and just head back to her dormitory.
Little did she know, a dark figure was standing in the shadows. He had been there for a few hours now and had seen Hermione run to the Gryffindor Tower earlier. He didn't notice much, though. He had his own problems to worry about.
A/N: So? What do you think? It's my first fanfic, so PLEASE review! I know it's kinda short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer!
