A/N: This story was deleted. So to all my former, loyal, reviewers; Here it is again, a little bit better (hopefully) than last time! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do not own Harry Potter, or any other character for that matter. What I, on the other hand, do own is copies of the HP books that have been published. Do not confuse the two!

Chapter One

Could Things Get Any Worse?

The rain was pounding against the window as Hermione woke up with the worst headache in the history of mankind.

Where the bloody hell am I?

She opened her eyes slowly and looked around in the Gryffindor Common Room. Trying to figure out what she was doing there in the first place, she made an attempt to sit up, but had to lay back down as a burning pain shot through her body.

Oh, dear Merlin! What's going on?

After a few moments she got up, with a lot of effort, and headed for the shower. "Morning, 'Mione!" she looked at Ginny. "Where've you been?" Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I woke up on the couch in the Common Room," she paused, "and I have no idea how I ended up there in the first place." She gave her friend a look as if she thought that she might be able to give her an answer. Ginny shook her head. "Sorry, 'Mione. The only thing I know is that you were not in your bed last night." Hermione rubbed her neck and tried to stand up right. The pain was almost too much to handle, but she didn't want to have to explain it to Ginny. Hell, she couldn't even explain it to herself! "Well, I'd better go shower before class." They smiled at each other and Ginny kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Ok. Enjoy!"

Hermione waited until Ginny was out of sight before she walked slowly into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She found a Headache Potion and poured it down her neck, knowing she didn't have anything for her body, she had to go and see Madame Pomfrey for that.

I wish I had time to take a long bath, she thought, because I could really use it right now.

She got into the shower and tried to remember yesterday. To her confusion and amazement, she couldn't.

This is ridiculous!

Angry with herself she turned off the shower and stepped out. "Accio towel!" the towel came flying at her and she dried herself up.

Brilliant, she thought, where's my bloody clothes?

She raised her wand and flicked it again, "Accio clothes!" Once again, she felt the pain shoot through her and she screamed with annoyance before getting dressed and running off to class.

You can easily say that 'running' was a bit of an overstatement as she stumbled into the potions classroom, not exactly 'fashionably' late.

"Well, Miss Granger," she looked up and saw two black eyes belonging to that silky voice talking to her. "How nice of you to consider joining us today." He glared back at her, "Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, on your behalf, for being late! Now, find your seat" Hermione couldn't move even if she wanted to. "What?" From the corner of her eye she could see Ron and Harry shaking their heads as if trying to warn her. "That's five more point, Miss Granger, for not following orders." Hermione walked slowly to her seat beside Ron and sat down before he took even more points from her House. "Sorry, professor." She mumbled, getting yet another glare. "What was that, Miss Granger?" Why was he so angry? "I said; I'm sorry, professor." She looked away as she said it. "Very well. Now, maybe we can move on?" He didn't wait for her answer, but simply told everybody to open their books on page four hundred and seventy-two. Ron turned to Hermione, "What's wrong, 'Mione?" she didn't answer and he elbowed her. "Stop it, Ron! I don't know!" she yelled and felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Oh, the pain!

As she wiped them away a man cast a shadow over her putting his hands on her desk. "Detention, Miss Granger. You'll be here at eight tonight." Hermione's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious? I never get detention!" He smirked at her and leaned closer. "Oh, I'm very serious, Miss Granger. And if you don't hold your tongue, for the rest of my class, I'll give you detention into oblivion." His face was now just millimetres from hers and she swallowed hard as she nodded. Carefully, not to touch him.

For the love of Merlin! He's too close!

He moved as soon as the thought appeared, just as if he was reading her mind. She shook her head almost unnoticeable and he continued were he left of. Things couldn't get any worse than this. Could they? As soon as these thoughts entered her mind, she knew it could be a hell of a lot worse, as another thought pierced her mind.

Who is he and why can't I remember him?

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