Chapter 2

I was awake. The strange dream had awaken me from my almost peaceful slumber.

I was walking down a deserted corridor, my footsteps echoing. I heard a scream, I began to run. The corridor ended and a door was ajar, the light emitting from it was a ghostly green. Another scream. I pulled out my wand and then I heard my name being shouted with such agony that I burst into the room.

That was when I woke up.

"Hermione!" What there must be a mistake. Surely, I'm still dreaming.

"Hermione!"Definitely not a dream. I rushed out of my room but all was quiet, my footsteps echoed around the common room. I then noticed that Malfoys door is open. I head closer to the door.

"HERMIONE!" I burst into the room not expecting what I saw. Harry on the floor with a bloodied body in his arms. "Oh, good there you are."

"Harry what is this and why are you here?"

"I found Malfoy in the woods where we were camping."

"Please don't tell me you did this to him."

"No Hermione. I hate his guts but I wouldn't want to seriously injure him."

"What about that spell you cast on him?"

"You know that was an accident. I didn't know what the spell did." I then looked at Malfoy in his arms. His face was indistinguishable under all of the blood.

"Do you recon you can carry him to the bathroom?"

"Sure." Harry stood up hauling Malfoy up onto his shoulder. "Lead the way." I walked out of the room and leaded Harry to the blue door.

"In here." Harry set the blond on the floor and looked at me apologetically.

"Hermione."

"Yes."

"I've got to go. I'm really sorry but if I stay hear I'm endangering everyone's life."

"I know. Get out of here and stay safe. You know if you need me, I'll be right here."

"I know. Thanks Hermione. By the way Ron sends his love." Before I could respond Harry was gone. I turned my attention to the unconscious form. He was bleeding heavily from multiple places. But I couldn't do anything with him covered in blood. It was time to do the unthinkable- give Draco Malfoy a bath.

The bath was ready, I had my swimming costume on. I couldn't bring myself to undress Malfoy so I used a spell I'd read about to transfigure his clothes into swimming trunks. I then dragged his frail form into the bath (which was the size of a swimming pool, may I add). I washed the blood from his chiseled chest and then his face and hair. Moving onto his arms I noticed a tattoo on his left arm. I knew what it was immediately. The dark mark. I moved on to his legs. When I was done I half carried/half dragged him back into his room. I looked at him and found multiple cuts. His face was a patchwork of cuts and bruises and his breathing was shallow. I suddenly feared for his life. I healed the cuts using Dittany. Unfortunately, I could do nothing about the bruises. I then gave him a pepper-up potion. I had done all I could for him and now I could only hope that he would wake. So, I waited.

I began to think of Ron. My Ron. The Ron I had kissed late at night under a canopy of stars, the Ron who had confessed his undying love for me. I missed him, I missed his laughs and his foolishness, I missed Harry as well. He was like a brother to me. I knew that I would miss the company sooner than later, Ginny was sure to get back to hating me. I began to cry there and then. The tears were released like the flood gate had burst open. They streamed down my face in waterfalls. I had never felt more alone.