AUTHOR'S NOTE: I feel like this is really crappy, but since I already posted the first chapter.. there's no deleting. Oh well, the story must go on -_-

Hermione woke up the following morning to someone fluffing up the pillows beneath her head and the clanking of silverware echoing around her room. Remembering that she had made a dash to her bedroom last night, she was confused as to why there was the clanking of silverware since she wasn't anywhere near the dining or kitchen area. She opened up her eyes and saw a tiny house-elf scurrying about her room and a tray of food over her stomach. Winston, Malfoy's house elf, was opening up the curtains to Hermione's room and letting in the bright morning sun.

"Winston, what is all this?" Hermione gestured to her tray of food and sitting up as carefully as she could without knocking anything over. "Did I miss breakfast?"

Winston's wide eyes found Hermione's and he quickly shook his head from left to right, ears flopping wildly. "Oh, no, no, no. Master Malfoy said that Miss Granger was acting oddly last night and he only figured you might be becoming ill." The elf told her. "I is only doing as Master says. He wanted you to be comfortable when you woke up and not have to join him all the way down in the dining room."

"Oh. Well thank you." Hermione yawned as her eyes swept over the plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, and toast. She picked up the cup of coffee that was also there and blew on it before taking a sip. "Will you please tell Draco thank you as well?"

Winston nodded and bowed to Hermione. "As you wish, Miss." And with a crack!, he disappeared.

. . .

. . .

It was after 12 in the afternoon when Hermione found herself walking out of the bathroom that was connected to her room. After she had finished her breakfast-in-bed, she pushed the empty tray to the end of the bed instead of calling Winston back into her room. She had curled up again and thought about last night's dream, but thinking that she was just being silly, she pushed all thoughts of her dream out of her mind.

A long scalding hot bath full of apple scented bubbles and a quick hot shower to rinse away all the suds later, Hermione found herself roaming the house in her pajamas.

Her mind seemed to have gone hazy and she was just following the path that her feet led her. She passed many scowling portraits of Draco's ancestors in the halls, but thanks to a handy silencing charm placed on them by Draco himself, she didn't have to hear any rude comments that they were most likely spitting in her direction. She suddenly stopped in front of a set of double doors and she turned to face them. The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood on edge and before she even knew what she was doing, she pushed the doors open.

There, before her very eyes, was the sitting room that she had always avoided since she had moved in. The very same sitting room in which she was tortured by Bellatrix. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn't be there but she couldn't move no matter how hard she tried.

It was almost as if she could hear the faint echo of an evilly cackling Bellatrix in the back of her mind so she shook her head back and forth to make it stop. When her mind finally cleared and she was able to move again, her eyes widened and before she could run away from the location, a hand rested on her shoulder.

"Hermione?" Draco whispered. "What are you doing?" He glanced back and forth between a fear-filled Hermione and the room he usually avoided now too.

"I, um, I was just.." She watched as Draco stepped forward and pulled the doors together, shutting off their view of the room. She didn't want to tell him that she had no idea why she was staring in the room. It was like her dream again, only she was awake during this. Her feet led her even though she didn't know what she was doing and she couldn't move to go in any other direction. And now, she could feel the slight sensation of her scar burning beneath the sleeve of her shirt. "Nothing. I wasn't doing anything." She finally answered. "I'll see you later. I need to visit with Ginny before she hexes me for not visiting her enough."

And without another word, Hermione hurried from Draco's presence, out the front door, and disapparated once she was at the apparating zone.

. . .

. . .

Since it was the weekend, Hermione knew that Ginny would be at her parent's house; the Burrow. She had apparated right outside of the front gate and made her way up the newly made path to the front door. She only had to knock twice on the door before it was thrown open and she was engulfed in a warm hug, her feet completely leaving the ground.

"Blimey, Hermione. I thought you had forgotten about us."

"It's nice to see you too, George." Hermione hugged him back. "Now can you please set me down before I get sick all over the back of your vest?"

George quickly set her down and the cheesy grin he was wearing instantly vanished. "What's happened, love? You're paler than Malfoy!" He pointed out.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but George was pushed out of the way and Mrs. Weasley took his place. "Hermione, dear, are you sick?" She asked as she pulled Hermione into a motherly hug. "Is Malfoy not feeding you properly?"

George snickered from behind his Mum and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why is it that whenever something is wrong, you lot and especially Harry and Ron, immediately think Draco has had something to do with it?"

"Force of habit, dear. I'm sorry." Mrs. Weasley assured her. "Come, come. I'll fetch you a Pepper-Up potion and there's plenty of food to go around in the kitchen.

She dragged Hermione out of the front door entrance and towards the kitchen with George trailing behind them. She had barely stepped a foot into the kitchen and the next moment she had three people fighting to wrap their arms around her first. They had somehow managed to make it to the table before the questions were shot off all at the same time.

"Malfoy finally let you out, eh?"

"You're kind of pale, Hermione, are you all right?"

"What has the ferret done to you? You want me to hex him?"

Hermione was scowling at her three friends when Mrs. Weasley intervened. "She's only coming down with the flu." She handed Hermione the potion and watched her gulp it down. "Now she's about to eat some lunch and put some weight on her frame. No more questions."

The Weasley clan, plus Harry, let Hermione eat in peace and then they all made their way into the living room. Ginny and Harry took up the loveseat in the room while Mrs. Weasley took up the chair that Mr. Weasley usually sat in when he was home from work. George, Hermione, and Ron took up the long couch and they all waited for Hermione to speak.

The potion that Mrs. Weasley had fed Hermione earlier had worked wonders and she seemed like her normal self again. She was leaning more towards George and her head eventually fell onto his shoulder. Hermione didn't want to be the one to break the silence so she waited for someone else to do it instead.

To her relief, George spoke. "So how's life at Malfoy Manor?"

So much for her relief.

Ron scowled, Mrs. Weasley quickly left the room, Harry averted his gaze to the fireplace, and Ginny dropped her gaze to her lap. "It's fine." Hermione answered. "It's been fine since day one and it's going to continue to be fine in the future." Ron snorted and Hermione whipped her head in his direction, eyes narrowing at him. "I came here to visit with you lot to catch up but if you all just want to find out if Malfoy is being horrible or not, I'll guess I'll just be leaving."

Ever since Hermione had told them of her moving in with Draco, no-one supported her decision. Ron tried persuading her to move into the Burrow with him and George, and Ginny tried to assure her that she could live at Grimmauld Place with her and Harry. Even though Hermione adored Mrs. Weasley, she couldn't live in a place where she was expected to follow every single rule as if she were still a child. As for Grimmauld Place, she just didn't want to intrude on their upcoming married life.

"No! Please don't." Ginny jumped to her feet before Hermione could stand up herself. "They won't talk anymore about Malfoy. I promise." Hermione sighed and searched Ginny's eyes for any sign of being lied to. When she found none, she re-took her seat between an amused looking George and a scowling Ron.

"So.." Hermione paused. "How are, um, the wedding plans coming along?" She asked and all three men in the room groaned.

. . .

. . .

Hermione had returned back to Malfoy Manor at around 8 at night. She was only walking through the front door when she was greeted by Draco walking towards the staircase. He stopped mid-step and smiled at her. "Fun time with the gang?"

Hermione smiled weakly at him and nodded her answer, walking up to him and joining him in heading upstairs to their wing of the house. "Remind me, next time I visit, not to ask Ginny about her wedding plans." She sighed and continued walking.

"Will do."

The two of them continued on in silence until they entered their wing of the house. Draco had stopped right before his door and Hermione stopped with him.

"Hey," She turned to face him. "You wouldn't happen to have some dreamless draught in your bathroom cabinet, would you?" The face of Bellatrix loomed in Hermione's mind as she thought about falling asleep. Not wanting to have a nightmare again, she opted for the potion.

"No, not in my room." He answered. "Although, I'm sure Wheezy has some down in the kitchen area." Before Hermione could even tell him not to bother Winston, the house-elf appeared before them with a crack!.

"You called, Master?" Winston bowed to Draco and then straightened up.

"Yes, Wheezy. Hermione, here, was wondering if we had any dreamless draught in the house?" Draco questioned his elf.

"Of course. Madam Narcissa takes it when she can't handle her dreams." He answered. "Miss Hermione should head to her room and the draught will be there on her night stand."

"Thank you, Wheezy." Draco dismissed him.

With another crack!, the house-elf was gone and only Draco and Hermione stood in the hall.

"Well, I'm sleepy so I'll be heading to bed. Goodnight." Hermione smiled at Draco and turned to walk to her bedroom before he questioned why she didn't want to dream.

"Goodnight." Draco mumbled as he watched her walk away.

Leave your complaints in a review.