Disclaimer: All credit goes to J. , who is the best writer ever!
Chapter 1 – Bleeding Love
Hermione Granger lay nearly lifeless in Hogwarts. Malfoy had cast atrocious spells on her during the night, and it hurt her. Badly. She was covered in blood. She was even unconscious.
Harry and Ron stood beside her. They were looking at their best friend, their crush, the smartest witch in the world, yet she was pretty much dead.
It was only the next night that Malfoy struck again. He crept out of the Common Room as quiet as a mouse. He hid between the knight statues, and Professor McGonagall nearly caught him. That would have been a lot of points off Slytherin, he thought.
Harry was in a deep sleep, about if he could kill Voldemort, if Hermione strangely woke up fine and perfect, if Snape stopped bothering him. Ron was dreaming the exact same too.
Malfoy snuck into a closet opposite the Fat Lady. He could hear Harry and Ron murmuring in their sleep. He smirked, and flicked his wand out of his robe pocket.
Silently, so Gryffindor wouldn't hear him, he cast a non-verbal spell with his wand. Malfoy then fled the closet and literally flew back into the Slytherin dungeons and canonballed into his warm, soft bed.
The next morning the Gryffindor boys was deserted. Everyone was gasping at the state Ron Weasley was in just outside the boys' dorm. He was hurt even more than Hermione.
Malfoy laughed in the Great Hall when he heard the news from Pansy. My plan is going perfectly, he thought.
Now no-one was safe. Everyone was scared of each other. Harry was alone now, and it might always be that way because Madam Pomfrey said Hermione and Ron probably won't make it out of the Hospital Wing alive…
