(A/N): once again, don't wanna say much, here goes chapter 4, JK owns everything in the Harry Potter world, and she left me with nothing! Except for the plot, which just popped into my head when I took a shower. (sad, I know)

P/S : SlaveToLiterature, you will never annoy me.. no worries..

"who are you! Who are you!" Hermione shouted.

"NO! please don't leave! Please don't!"

"MOM!"

Hermione opened her eyes immediately. She was drenched with midnight sweats. Her hands were cold as ice. Her body was shaking. She was filled with fear and curiosity.

The mysterious woman had revisited her in her dreams. The woman that looked like her mother had come to haunt her dreams. Tears began to fall of her rosy cheeks. She slowly got up from her bed and crept slowly towards her school trunk, not wanting to wake up the others who were sleeping peacefully at that time.

She opened the trunk and carefully took out the old album. An album that contains her parent's pictures, from the day they were married, until the day Hermione was born. All of the pictures were there. Safe and sound in that old album of hers. She stared reluctantly at those pictures that made the sadness inside of her grew even stronger. The happiness that she felt and had when her parent were alive was no longer there. She was alone, scared, an unable to fight.

" I miss you mom, dad." She sobbed.

"I will never forget you. Wait for me. We will meet again soon"

With that, she slowly closed the album, took a last minute glance at the picture of her parent's wedding, and laid her body on the bed. She closed her eyes and saw nothing but blackness. She was asleep.

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The red headed girl walked slowly towards the two boys who were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She was not in her good mood that day. She felt bad for what she'd done. When she was just a few meters away from them, she could barely heard what they were talking about. Although she didn't catch the whole conversations, she was positive that she heard something about a diadem and a cup. She also heard the name of Rowena Ravenclaw being called out for a few times.

"what are you guys whispering about huh?" she asked, and took a sit between Harry and his brother, Ron..

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed. He was nervous. The girl that she liked was just inches away form him. He felt the urge to touch her at once, but tried to control himself, for her annoying protective brother was there, watching his every moves on his little sister. When their shoulder brushed against each other, Harry cursed himself when his face turned pinkish red.

" what do you mean what we're whispering about?" her brother asked. His mouth was filled with hot dogs. Ginny rolled her eyes. 'will he ever stop eating?' she thought to herself. She filled her golden goblet with orange juice and quickly took a few sips. She was thirsty as hell. she put down the goblet back on the table and faced his brother.

" I mean, what were you guys talking about before I got here? I heard you mention something about a cup and a diadem. What the hell was that all about?"

Harry and Ron turned to each other. Their eyes widened. How the hell could Ginny have heard their conversations about the hocruxes. Ron shook his head a little, telling Harry that Ginny didn't have to know about it. Harry nodded and tried to change the subject immediately.

"um, nothing.. just some silly jokes. So, Ginny, did you find anything?"

Upon hearing that questions, Ginny's face fell. She bit her lip and looked very sad. She felt so guilty. How could she. Hermione was her friend.

"I felt terrible guys. I'm so ashamed!" she exclaimed loudly. She covered her face with her hand and shook her head. Harry nodded in understanding, but Ron just rolled his eyes, took a sip of his pumpkin juice, and continued eating, completely ignoring his little sister.

" oh, shut it Ginny. You did what you have to do. Now, tell us," Ron neared his face to his sister and whispered right at her face, making sure that nobody else heard them talking except for the three of them.

" what did you find?" he asked. He and Harry gave their full attentions to Ginny, and what she'd got to say, hoping not to be disappointed by her answers. But unfortunately, what she was going to say will made them feel just that.

Ginny sighed. She looked down to the floor and reached for her pocket on her dress robes, searching for something.

" she was not in her room when I entered it," she began. " so it gave me a few time to searched her trunk and everything… and I found…."

Harry and Ron moved a little closer.

"nothing."

"what?! Nothing! How could you not find any-"

"HOWEVER!," Ginny cut her brother off before he could even finished off his rage. She gave her brother a " you sick! Listen to what I've got to say first you moron!" kind of look that made him shut up at the instant. Harry smiled a little. 'served you right' he thought to himself. Laughing whole-heartedly in his head.

"when I searched her bed and looked under her pillow," she continued.

"I found this." She took out a small paper from her pocket and hand it to her brother and Harry. They opened it immediately and read it. Ron turned to face her once again.

" what the hell is this Ginny? A paper? what exactly are NITROGLYCERINE and BETA-BLOCKERS? And most importantly, it was written in your hand, not Hermione's" Ron grumbled, feeling like an idiot for trusting his sister to do it at the first place. He couldn't believe that Ginny couldn't find anything. She must not looked hard enough. All she thought of was her guilt and Hermione's feeling when she finds out. Yes, he knew that it was wrong, but they did it to help her, not to hurt her.

" Ron! Could you please just shut up and appreciate it!" she bellowed

" I know its not in Hermione's hand writing, because I wrote it!" she admitted.

"but, you said you found it under her-" Harry started.

"yes, under her pillow. But I did not find that paper, instead I found two bottles of pills, with that name on it." She explained.

"I didn't want to take it, because if its Hermione's, she might need it or something, so I just wrote the names down, so we could-"

" we could do some research" Harry immediately finished it off for her. She just nodded and turned her gaze to the pitiful looking Ron. He felt terrible for thinking his sister had disappoint them.

" I'm sorry Ginny" he apologized. His sister just smiled and nodded. She took his brother's hand and held it tightly in her hand.

"its okay, Ronald."

"this is brilliant Ginny. Thank you so much." Harry exclaimed. Ginny was so kind and wonderful. He needed to touch her. He didn't even care if Ron was watching. He slowly got up from his chair, looked down at Ginny, stared at her pinkish face, and quickly gave her a peck on the cheek and ran away, not wanting to hear Ron's boring and long lectures.

At this sight, Ron's eyes widened. He wanted to kill Harry. "OI!"

He quickly got up and ran after Harry leaving his blushing sister behind.

"No one kiss my sister without my permission! Including the-boy-who-goddamn-live!" he muttered under his breath.

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" you scum! I've told you to come sooner, didn't I!"

Draco stared at his father sitting in his big golden chair with full hatred. He could see the anger in his father's eyes, and he knew he could sense the hatred that Draco felt towards him right then. His father smirked evilly. He had managed to boost up his own son's anger. He got up from his chair and walked towards his pitiful, weak, (to him) son.

" I want you to do something." He began. Draco rolled his eyes.

" if this had anything to do with Voldemort, than I don'-"

Before he could even finished talking, Lucius Malfoy had slapped his son until he stumbled to the ground. Draco could feel a few part of his face was covered with a thick slippery liquid, and its not very long before he noticed that it was his own blood.

" how dare you speak his name! you filthy little creature! I'm ashamed you're my son! You're a total disappointment, just like your filthy mother.!" He spat.

Draco quickly got up and faced his father. He could still accepted it if he just cursing him, but when it got to his mother, he couldn't take it any longer. Narcissa Malfoy was the only person that understood and loved him for who he was. His mother was there for him each time his father tortured him for refusing to be a death eater. She was always there to protect him, to made him felt safe and secure. She was his everything, but she's gone. Tortured before being murdered by her own husband, his cruel father! When his mom died, his life was gone. His father gave him no choice, and finally, he had to accept his terrible fate as a death-eater.

" you killed my mother!" he shouted. "you're nothing but a murderer!"

His father burst out an evil laugh that echoed around the big Malfoy manor. He took a few steps closer towards his son, clutching his hand on his neck, and pointed his wand at his face. He quickly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cursed dark mark on his right hand wrist. Draco narrowed his eyes and shut it close.

"you see that? It's the dark mark." He mocked.

" the mark of a murderer. Don't forget, you have it too. You're nothing different!"

His eyes were dark, filled with darkness and pure hatred. He felt like killing this pitiful boy in front of him for a while, until he recalled the reason he had called his son to meet him at the first place.

" listen Draco. I want you to befriend with that mudblood Granger and find out any useful information about the Potter boy. After than, you must kill her. Understands!"

Upon hearing the word 'kill', Draco's eyes widened, as wide as humanly possible. He shook his head fiercely, and took a step back, away from his father.

"NO! I'm not a killer you son of a bitch! I will never kill her!" he shouted right at his father's face.

"oh…. Got feeling for the mudblood? Always knew you would bring shame to the family." he mocked. Draco's eyes flashed with anger.

" go to hell!" he shouted. Draco took out his wand, pointing it at his father, ready to attack him. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy was quicker. Before his son could even said the spell, he had attack him first.

"CRUCIO!"

Draco fell immediately to the ground. He screamed and shouted in pain. He could feel his body tearing apart. There was like a jolt of electricity went through his helpless body. He felt his heartbeat became slower. He could hear it. His own father will torture and kill his own flesh and blood, and yet he was smiling widely, enjoying the sight of pain that his son was in. Draco coughed out blood. His body winced in pain. He struggled to hang on, but his body just couldn't take it anymore.

"stop! Please!" he pleaded.

" only if you agree to do as you're told!"

"NO! please stop!"

"CRUCIO!"

"AAHHHH….. please!

" agree to it, and you're free. CRUCIO!"

" AAHHHH…. I"LL DO IT!" he shouted. his lungs pleaded for air, for him to breath.

"I'll do it...."

Lucius Malfoy stopped the curse abruptly. He lowered his wand and watched as his son coughed out more blood. He felt nothing. Not even pity. All he knew, he had agree to do it. 'the Dark Lord will be pleased..' he thought. An evil smirk carved on his pale face.

" do it fast. And I hope you die fast." He spat. He exited the room, leaving his son laying alone on the floor, covered with blood. Without any second glances, he shut the door closed.

"mom....." Draco whispered. His clear tears rolling down his cheek.

(A/N): just so you guys know, I didn't come up with the medications. I did some research and I hope you don't look it up on the internet, or you will surely know what is wrong with Hermione. Please don't! I beg you! Anyway, do review and let me know what you think of this chapter.