A/N: I've never written anything for another fandom other than GOT, but I read a comment on a video that alerted me to this idea, and it wouldn't leave me alone to the point where I had planned to work on another fiction I have yet to update in a couple months and I couldn't focus on it. So, I wrote this to get it out of my system. This will probably be it, but depending on what people say, I could easily go on with it. I also, realize that it's really short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all J K Rowling's.
I walk aimlessly through the halls of the castle not paying attention to where I was going. I watch the ground so I don't trip over anything, but it doesn't matter. I'm trudging along at such a slow pace it would take a miracle to trip over anything except my own feet of course.
"Returning to the scene of the crime are we?" I look up at the sound of Filch's voice. I look around feeling extremely disoriented. I recognize the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle stays and yet, I have no recollection of walking here. "Have you come to relive the experience?" Filch accuses in his gravelly tone.
"There you are Hermione!" I turn to see Ron and Harry.
"Get out of here," Filch mumbles and continues on his way.
"C'mon," Harry says. They walk by me and I just watch them. They turn around looking at me, "c'mon," Harry repeats reaching for my arm and I pull away. He looks at me strangely. "Is that blood?" he motions to my lip and I draw my face away from him. I reach up and touch my lip surprised at the sting, and as I look down at my fingers I see a spot of blood. I have no idea how it got there. I start walking again, passing Ron and Harry who then catch up and walk with me.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed," I finally say. "I'm tired. We have tests tomorrow."
"You're going the wrong way," Ron says. I stop and turn to glare at them.
"Just leave me alone," I turn back and continue my walking.
I open my eyes blinking away a face, too close for my liking, the whisper of a touch that retreats to not even being there at all. I continue to look up at the canopy over my head, feeling like I had been beaten up. I push my blankets off of me, and see that I hadn't changed out of my clothes. I get up and go to the bathroom, changing and showering for classes. As I wash myself I feel sore spots between my legs. I stand in front of the mirror momentarily, not seeing any bruises or anything, except for a small cut on my lip.
I close my eyes trying to remember how I had gotten back to my dorm. The last thing I remember I was eating dinner with Ron and Harry. I dress and then exit the bathroom making my way down to the Great Hall. Ron and Harry are already there, and as I sit down they look at me funny.
"Is there something on my face?" I ask reaching up to wipe at it.
"No, you just…" they look at each other.
"You were acting strangely last night. How was your detention?"
"It was fine," I lie. "I was just tired."
"Miss Granger," I hear Professor Lockhart behind me. I turn in my seat trying not to wince as I look at him. He is gorgeous as ever, but as he comes even closer I can't help but lean back slightly. "I trust you to show up for the last of your detentions, this evening?"
"Of course," I say forcing a smile.
"We shall continue our discussion of my pursuits and amazing deeds," he says flashing me a stunning grin. "Harry," he says grinning even bigger at Harry. "Well, I must be off, have to eat breakfast." We watch him go up to the staff table and something inside me feels like I'd been punched in the stomach.