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Chapter Four

Trying to explain what happened when you woke up in the middle of the night with the worst migraine known to mankind and then seeing the most peculiar set of visions (one of which containing the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time) without knowing what happened yourself was difficult.

This was exactly the kind of thing I had to explain to Madame Pomfrey without coming across as insane. In the literal sense.

When we got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was up late cleaning bedpans (um… ew). She heard us coming in and her head snapped up.

"What are you girls doing here at this hour?" she asked.

"It's Regina, Madame," Daphne explained. "Something's wrong and we don't what."

Madame Pomfrey's gaze moved from my head all the way down to my feet. "She seems fine to me." Her tone seemed suspicious, but she masked it well.

"But she's not," Daphne insisted.

"Yes, she is," I muttered, and Daphne mouthed "Behave." I rolled my eyes.

Madame Pomfrey let out a long-suffering sigh and said, "Well, come here and sit down, then." She pointed to one of the empty hospital beds.

I moved over to it and sat down. Flora and Hestia stood near my shoulders; Daphne had sat down next to me and had her arm around my shoulders (I had a fleeting urge to throw her off, but decided not to. If it makes her feel better, I don't have a problem with it.); Pansy was leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

The nurse stepped in front of me and put her hands on her hips. "Well? What happened?"

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and said the first thing that came to mind. "I must have been having a bad dream; I was screaming a lot, according to the girls." I inclined my head towards all four of them. "When I woke up, they were all standing around me and there was blood coming from my eyes."

Madame Pomfrey nodded slowly, considering. She was looking at my face intently, probably looking for signs and symptoms. "Now that I look closer, you do have a bit of blood on your face that seems to have been coming from your eyes." She pulled out her wand, pointed it at me, and said, "Tergeo!" I felt the blood come off my face instantly.

"So why was blood coming out of her eyes?" Daphne asked anxiously.

"I'm not sure," Madame Pomfrey said. "It does seem odd… But I'd leave it be for the time being. If it happens again, however, I'd like you to come straight to me. Understand?"

"Yes," we chorused.

"Good," she said approvingly. "Now, off to bed!"

We made our way back to the common room in silence, but I had the childish urge to say "I told you so!"

Once inside, we were greeted by Daphne's younger sister, Astoria, Theodore Nott, and to my embarrassment, Draco Malfoy.

"What happened, Daphne?" Astoria asked her sister, looking at me anxiously.

"Nothing, Tor. What are you doing up, anyway?"

"We heard screaming," she explained, gesturing to Theodore and Draco. "The others were wondering what happened, too, but they didn't care enough to come down here to see if she was okay." She smiled at me, and I smiled back, even though I was pretty sure Draco was just wondering what was interrupting his beauty sleep and that he didn't care about me at all.

I felt a stab of something strange in my chest – pain. Emotional pain. Like it hurt to think that he didn't care.

No, Regina, I told myself sternly. You don't feel that way about him. He's an ass and you know it.

"Thanks, Astoria. For caring."

She patted my arm. "No problem."

Sighing, I started to follow Daphne and the others up the stairs to the girls' dorm when I felt a hand on my arm. Turning around, I almost ran smack into Draco.

I yanked my arm out of his grip. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want to go back to bed."

He looked worried. "I know, but… are you really okay? You sounded horrible. You scared me…"

I just stared at him. Who is this guy and what has he done with Draco Malfoy?

"…Regina?"

I blinked, snapping out of my reverie. He called me Regina. Not Mudblood. Not Gorge. Regina. For some twisted reason, this pleased me. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah… yeah, I am. Thanks for your – er – concern."

"It's nothing, really." He looked as if he was about to smile but thought better of it. He walked off to the boys' dorm and closed the door behind him.

As I lay in bed that night, I fell asleep thinking of Voldemort, freaky-ass visions, and Draco.

I have to stop lying to myself. I have feelings for Draco Malfoy.

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