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A/N: Dear this-recurring-dream, I am really sorry you did not enjoy the last chapter. Thank you for your review, it made me transform this chapter. I have to say I am quite glad you felt sorry for Draco, he is my favourite and that was really the point. I hope you will enjoy this chapter more. Do try to stick with the story and it will get better, I promise! Thanks again for the review.

On with the story now:

She looked around her, she felt so confused. Where was she? She was in her nightdress, in the middle of the night, in a dark Hogwarts corridor. She couldn't remember how she got there and that scared her. She decided not to panic and to go back to her dormitory. After all, sleepwalking, could happen once or twice in a lifetime. It was a good thing no one had seen her. Little did she know that a pair of grey eyes followed her.

He followed her until she reached the Gryffindor tower. "Hungarian Horntail" she told the fat lady, who was clearly not impressed at being woken up in the middle of the night. After hearing the password and locating the entrance to the Gryffindor common room he started making his way to his dungeons. "You never know," he thought to himself, "knowing how to get to the Gryffindor's common room might prove useful." He got into his common room and sat on a sofa. Another death eater meeting late at night. Another attack, in a muggle village. He had been ordered to get rid of as many muggles as he could. But he didn't. He stood in a corner and wished he was far away from that place. After all, at the end of the attack everyone would be happy and no one would care to ask him questions. And he was right; no one did ask any questions, so he got back to Hogwarts. And on his way to the dungeons he saw her figure. What on earth was she doing out so late? He couldn't help it; he had to follow her, to find out what she was up to. She was going towards the library. And then before he could stop it he heard his voice coming out of his mouth: "Hecate, stop." He didn't even know why he said that. But the strange thing was the moment he said that she froze and then it was as if she woke up. What a stupid thing to do. Now he had missed his chance to find out what she was doing. What could she possibly be doing out that late. And then it hit him. All those things that were missing. Did she steal them? Without even realising how he got to say this he whispered: "Oh Hermione, what are you doing?" His bloodline would be shocked. Calling a mudblood by her first name?! Hell, he was shocked. But he was too tired to think about it, so he decided to call it a day and go to bed.

A week has passed since the incident in the lake. Draco woke up feeling even more tired than when he went to bed. He knew the Great Hall would be a nightmare to face with all the talks about last night's attack. He didn't have any classes anyway so he decided to skip breakfast and go for a walk. It was end of November and the cold air was hitting his face. He needed to think. He went to the lake. He sat on down and looked at the still water. What has happened to him? He couldn't do this anymore. He didn't want to be part of this anymore. All his life he had been raised to be the best death eater. And now that he finally was, he couldn't do it. And it was all her fault. Why did she have to make him relive it? What did she care anyway? He hated her.

"I thought you might be hungry."

He looked behind him and there she was.

"What do you want Granger?"

"I brought you some toast."

"Why?"

"Like I said, I thought you might be hungry."

"And since when do you care about how hungry I get?"

"I don't."

"Which brings us back to my initial question: What do you want?"

"I thought you might need someone to talk to, after yesterday's attack"

"Oh…Of course, you want to continue your beautiful task of driving me crazy? Prove that I am a born murderer with no soul, conscience or remorse?"

"That's not why I'm here."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE GRANGER?" He screamed.

"Because I want to help you." She whispered.

"And why would you want that?" he hissed, shaking from anger.

"Because you are not a murderer."

"Oh, that's a good one! Last week we were at the same spot and you were calling me a murderer, you took pleasure showing me the horror of my crimes. And now you come back here saying: "You know Malfoy, I changed my mind, you are not a killer."?"

"I didn't take pleasure doing all that! But you know what? I succeeded."

"Did you, now?" he snapped

"Yes"

"And how did that happen?"

"You just said "the horror of my crimes". You are not a killer Malfoy. You can stop."

"How can I stop? Don't you know who I am? Don't you know who I follow?"

"I know you are not a killer."

"That has nothing to do with it Granger. I'll become one."

"I won't let you."

"And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'll find a way."

"Why do you care anyway? And you know what? That total change of attitude makes me mad. Make up your mind Granger, am I or am I not a killer?"

"You are not"

"Are you going to decide next week that I am?"

"I never thought you were. But you didn't think killing was a crime. And that had to change. I had to make you se the impact of murder. I had to make you realise. And you did. I can see it in your eyes that it tortures you. I can see that you feel guilty. I can feel it." By the end of this phrase she was almost yelling.

"Bravo then! You proved your point. Now what do you want?"

"I want to help you." She muttered

"Why do you care Granger?"

"I don't care. But I can't walk away from it. There is something inside me forcing me to do this. Something that shows me the pain your actions would cause and makes me shiver."

"Oh, now you can see the future too?" He snapped.

"No, but it feels as if I can see the past."

"Yeah, it's called memory Granger. Seriously, you say crap like that and then you are considered the smartest witch of the year?" he replied.

"I want to help you."

"How about helping yourself, you know, strolling in the middle of the night hypnotised is hardly an achievement, what were you doing out there Granger?"

"What?"

"I saw you. What were you doing out there?"

"If you must know, it's called sleepwalking. It happens."

"Does it, now? Strange, I thought it had to do with all the missing items from the professors. Are you stealing things Granger?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you the thief everyone is searching?"

"I would never steal!"

"Well then, if I were you I'd search my trunk, who knows what you might find there…" with that, he stood up, took the toast she brought and looked at her:

"I think it's your time to sit in front of this lake and do some thinking Granger…"

And he left.

15 minutes later Hermione was frozen in front of her open trunk. On the top there was Snape's dagger.

Night has fallen in Hogwarts. Hermione was scared. She was the one who was stealing. She knew it now. Last Sunday she found the missing items in her trunk. She was so terrified that she didn't say a word of it to anyone. She spent all night awake. She knew she was stealing at night, she knew she was sleeping when she did it, so she spent all night awake. She wouldn't let this happen again. The next night she tried the same thing. But she fell asleep and found herself in the restricted section of the library. What was she doing there? She panicked and went straight to Gryffindor tower. Tonight she would stay awake. This couldn't carry on. She couldn't live like this anymore. And then she heard the voice

"You might as well stop fighting me, Hermione."

"Who is there?" she muttered.

"I'm the one who's going to take over, one way or another. You might as well stop fighting me. You are so tired you will fall asleep…"

"What do you of me?"

"I want a host; you seem like the perfect one. You brought me here, remember?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Hecate. Be my host and I won't hurt your friends."

"My friends?..."

"Yes, Ginny is so peaceful when she's sleeping, and then at some point you'll fall asleep and then when you wake up you'll be standing in front of her bed, with her blood in your hands."

"I'll never let you do that"

"You will fall asleep eventually." And with that, the voice got fainter and fainter until it disappeared…

"She can't make me do that. I won't do that." thought Hermione.

Somehow she needed to stay awake. The hours were passing slowly… Her eyelids were getting heavy…and she fell asleep…

"Hermione are you ok?"

Hermione looked around her. She was in Ginny's room, standing above her bed. Ginny looked at her:

"Are you ok?"

"Ehm, yes, I'm fine, I just wanted to see if you were asleep, I felt like chatting."

"At 4 o'clock in the morning?"

"Sorry, I'll let you sleep, see you in the morning."

"Night…" said Ginny and drifted back to sleep.

Hermione went to the common room; she couldn't believe what had just happened. She nearly killed Ginny. She couldn't believe it.

"I told you you'll fall asleep sometime…"

"I will not let you do that, you hear me?"

"Really? And how are you planning to stop me?"

Hermione didn't reply. She just started running. Barefoot, in her nightdress she was running… The Hogwarts grounds were really cold but she had to do it. She couldn't let this happen. She had to stop it. She was reaching the lake…

Draco woke up with a feeling of panic and pain. He felt like someone was in danger. He had to do something. He remembered now. That figure. The woman in white falling in the lake. He started running towards the lake. He had to get there in time. He had to. As he approached the lake he saw her. Falling in the dark water…

"HERMIONE DON'T!"

And he jumped into the cold water, frantically searching for her…