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Plus, my very first scary chapter! Cheers. Joy!

[Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left. I don't know what stressed me first, or how the pressure was fed, but I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.]

Paper cut lyrics owned by LP, not me cuz I bought that CD on my shopping spree a few years back.

A/n: I WANT REVIEWS, GODDAMN IT! What about Marrying the Enemy? Everyone seemed happy with that story. WHAT'S WRONG ABOUT THE PLOT! I NEED REVIEWS!!

A/n2: I'm writing this at a very unusual time… Right after I watched 'The Ring'. I admit it… It feels like someone's watching me. I had my friend Loran beta for me…Less than 4000 but more than 3200 words. Please don't kill me for it being too short! I highly doubt anyone will, since no one reads my stories, anyhow. Hermione's POV like usual.

[God bless Loran! Thanks!]

It'd be good to have another beta, too.

Disclaimer: A girl with dirty blonde hair was sitting out in the rain while her friend Loran was watching two people do a puppet show in the house.

"It ish easier to run, my Lord!" The first puppet said.

"But it ish not! He could track us down!" The second puppet said. Loran watched with an eyebrow raised.

"WAAHHAHAHAHA!" Jamie could hear several moments later. She rolled her eyes and when her friend opened the door, she was spluttering, "They can read minds! We don't own the characters and they knew! How?"

Previously: I rolled my eyes and nodded slowly. "We're sorry… Just, can we please go to get breakfast now?" I deadpanned and the bodyguards nodded.

"So, do we have to sit at a table for the other wanted wizards, too?" Malfoy called over his shoulder as we were walking away.

"You two are the only ones." Zelda said. "Yes, you two still have to sit at the same tables with each other."

I sighed and walked into the Great Hall Malfoy, and the bodyguards following me. "Where are we sitting, Malfoy?" I whispered to him.

"Gryffindor… But be sure to look for flashes of blue." He whispered back and I nodded. The bodyguards just followed us like dogs following their master.

Chapter 4: The light in my time of darkness

"Look, I think there's some rules you need to know, Malfoy." I glanced at him and saw his nod. "In case this really is like a slasher movie, then, all sluts die first. A major rule. Number two, don't ever be alone. I think that's all the mistakes we've made so far, so…" I swallowed and he simply drank from his goblet.

I drank from my goblet of pumpkin juice and kept a lookout for anything blue while shifting nervously in my seat. To keep myself amused I always had imagined Malfoy as a bouncing ferret after that incident in 4th year… Now, a part of me was fuming while the other was amused. Go fake Moody, go… The second part said while the first one: Get Malfoy down!

"Potty and Weasel haven't noticed a thing…" Malfoy whispered over to me and I nodded.

Why was it every time I was on top I fell back again? It is bad enough neither Harry on Ron talked to me… So why is Fate rearing it's ugly head at me and Malfoy? Malfoy's not smart at all… Also, he hates mudbloods like me. I felt the tears pricking at my eyes and I blinked them away.

"It's so unfair…" I said over to him. I sneaked a look over at him and saw that he was perfectly calm. He was eating one of his rolls slowly, a far-off look in his silver eyes that were staring as the crow flies ahead. "How can you be untroubled? Your pure-blooded heritage reassuring you, or something?"

"Better than yours, mudblood..." I noticed he had turned and leaned against his chair, his breath tickling my ear and I shivered slightly.

"Go back in your own chair Malfoy." I hissed.

"It doesn't look like those pills are working, mudblood… You'd better do what the nice people in white cloaks tell you…" He snickered and I just glared at him.

"Whatever."

Therefore, tuning out everyone, I slowly closed my eyes and started breathing in and out, slowly and deeply through my nose.

[It's like a face that I hold inside… A face that awakens when I close my eyes. A face watches every time I lie. A face watches every time I fall…]

"Positive thoughts…" His silky voice was in my head again.

I can do this… I can fight this thing. People are on my side… What happened this morning can't hap-?

"Get down!" Malfoy's voice interrupted my thoughts and I tensely opened my eyes.

The Great Hall was pitch-black and Malfoy's silver eyes were boring into mine, his left hand on my shoulder.

"What…" I whispered. My eyes widened with realization and I ripped Malfoy's hand from my shoulder, receiving an icy glare from the platinum blonde. He was under the table, but I still felt at risk around him. His platinum hair had been released from the gel that had held it a mere hours before, his silvery eyes glaring into mine. He was in a crouched position, his wand in his left hand. I took a deep breath and looked away from him, unable to take it. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I was very sure it was because of my frightfulness. Why weren't those pills working?

"Granger… Never close those eyes again unless I'm fucking watching you." He hissed, his silvery eyes burning with rage. "You were the only one watching. Never stop watching." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the table, right beside him. I noticed Zelda and Knives were sitting beside us, their wands clenched.

"I'll never watch. I'll never do anything that'll benefit for you." I whispered, looking away from him.

"Headjackass said we had to be nearest as possible… So you better watch." He spat as his silver eyes looked around us.

[And watches everything… So, I know when it's time to sink or swim, that the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin…]

"No one notices us." I said blandly and looked at the legs of the Gryffindors. "There will be no blue under here… Will there?" I turned and faced him, my head on top of my knees. He was holding his knees to him close like I was, his platinum bangs in his eyes. He tilted his head and his bangs got out of his vision.

"You'd better hope your mudblood arse they aren't…" He muttered and I closed my eyes tightly and started trembling.

We're going to die and there's nothing anyone can do about it… I know it. He's watching… Waiting for us to be alone and then get us… It's maddening… I'm afraid loosing it… I thought and I opened my eyes slowly to see not the Great Hall… However, but a dark room filled with people…

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There were voices. Angry voices. I couldn't hear their words, only their tones. I didn't know who they were or what they were, but my pounding heart told me they weren't very human. No, not human at all… One was male and one was female…

Then, the voices stopped, and my right leg felt strangely numb. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw nothing. Wherever I was, it was very dark and I was alone… On the other hand, was I? Where had those voices gone? Where had those things gone?

I heard silence, and then a different voice. It was oddly familiar…

"She's been unconscious for over three weeks… Are you sure Granger is alive? She was numb and mumbling incoherently…" I recognized it after a few seconds and my eyes widened. Draco Malfoy…

"I'm currently unstable, but I have regained consciousness, Malfoy…" I said and my vision slowly started to clear. I saw Malfoy push through Knives and Zelda and come in front of me. I looked up into his silvery eyes and I saw them filled with tears. Tears? I shook my head, thinking I had been mistaken. When I looked back up though into them, the tears were still there. I exhaled deeply and he smiled wryly. I felt a tight knot in my stomach and my head was very dizzy.

"He attacked you, and I saw the bodyguards get you out of there, but not in time…" I felt something warm around my hand, looked down, and saw bandages around my arm and around my hand. They had a pink hue, and I didn't have the faintest idea about what had happened.

"What the hell's with my leg…?" I looked over at them and saw the grimace on their faces.

"Because… He did something to it. We don't know yet… we didn't even think you were alive…" Knives mumbled. I bit my lip and I looked hesitantly at my leg.

Throughout the Hospital Wing, there were screams of my agony and fear. I couldn't see my leg…

11:00 P.M. same day

"I can feel it… But it's all smarting…" I said as I carefully took a step forward, Zelda supporting me. "I wish Ron and Harry were here, though…" Zelda let go of my arms and I winced as I took another step. McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore were watching. Well, McGonagall and Dumbledore were. Snape was brewing the potion to help me re-grow the bones that vampire had missed.

[It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back. It's like a whirlwind inside of my head. It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within. It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin…]

"Just try and overcome the pain until Snape gets done, all right? We've already been off the hook until tomorrow from classes, so we have to get you walking." Malfoy, who was also helping to my surprise, drawled into my ear.

One step forward. One face almost touching the floor, one arm around the possessor's waist. That was all that could be described in the quick movement in my very unstable mind. The pain was making me have hot flashes repeatedly and I could swear sweat was dripping…

"Have you ever felt the bother of a Crucio, Granger?" The silky voice was in my ears again and I felt myself being pulled up and close to his chest, my back about a centimetre to his chest, his muscles making me almost shiver at the even touch of him.

"No… Why?" I said quickly, and I could feel my heart fluttering at the closeness between us. What was going on with me?

"It's the same as your feeling now. Look, if you can take that pain once, then you can take it again… Come on…" He was persuading me and I knew it. And I bizarrely liked it.

"Look, I've never felt this dizzy before…" I responded, and I couldn't get my mind off the voices in my head. One was a girlish voice, whistling, while one was a deep voice screaming, and at the same time was someone reciting a poem. I didn't know what the words were. All I could hear was voices…

"Does anybody else hear whistling?" Malfoy asked edgily and I looked up to see McGonagall have a bewildered look on her face, while Dumbledore was just staring at Snape whom was brewing the potion, oblivious. (A/n: I thought I did…)

[I know I've got a face in me. Points out all my mistakes to me. You've got a face on the inside too and your paranoia's probably worse.]

"And someone screaming and someone reciting something…" I finished for him and he stared at me, his silvery eyes wide in disbelief.

Hmm. I think we just formed a connection there…

Later that night, 1:00 A.M.

I rolled over in my bed and hit the wall, or rather the pillow I had placed against the wall. I sighed deeply and looked over my pillows to Malfoy, who was staring up at the ceiling, his silvery eyes blank. The ceiling had been enchanted to look like the Great Hall's ceiling. I could see it was a storm, the clouds dark and black.

"Hey, Mr. Pureblood?" I watched him roll around and look at me, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Get on with it…" He muttered.

"He's watching us right now…" I mumbled and I heard Malfoy mutter something.

"Look right through him! Simple. Ignore him." I supposed that was what he muttered.

"He can hear us…" I whispered again as I looked warily around us. "He has eyes and ears everywhere… He could strike at any given moment… We have to take turns watching…"

"We have classes today… And we both need sleep. End of discussion… Good night…" He muttered and I sighed before looking around cautiously and closing my eyes. I felt something was amiss, but I didn't argue with it. I was too tired.

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9:00 AM

"AHHHH!! We must get up! We gotta get up!" I shook Malfoy until I decided to push him off the bed.

"What the hell is it, mudblood?!" He yelled and I pointed to my clock. His eyes widened and he pulled himself up to his feet and I just turned around to pick out my new school clothes Malfoy had modified.

"We can always make up an reason. We could say we were attacked, or something…" I heard Malfoy say and I rolled my eyes, walking towards the shower.

"Oh don't worry about poor wittle Draco! He'll just let you get bitten!" He called and I rolled my eyes again.

[I don't know what set me off first but I know what I can't stand, everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what you can, but everybody has a face that they hold inside.]

"Just don't you go any lower in your staring than my head… Or I'll have yours." I muttered and he nodded.

I bit my lip and I felt my stomach reel in disgust. My back felt as if it was on fire and I blinked several times. I opened and closed my hands again, I looked up to see Malfoy staring at me, and I walked slowly into the bathroom, him right behind me. It was like the Order all over again… So horrible. Everyone watching… Waiting… Now I know how infants feel while being watched: When will the madness end? The only thing I can't stand is a dementor… I'm glad that vampire isn't one.

I glanced over my shoulder at him and he just rolled his eyes, reaching for something in his pocket. Pills… How could I have forgotten? Ugh. I shuddered, started slipping off my clothes, placed them into the dirty clothesbasket, placed my new ones beside the sink, and stepped into the shower.

"You forgot your towel." He drawled lazily, but loud enough so I could hear him over the shower and I looked over at him. He stood in front of me, the glass doors between us. I blinked.

"I get it afterwards…" I said and he slowly nodded, not taking his eyes off my face, like the way I told him. This was getting suspicious…

"I'll just put it somewhere near the shower, then…" He muttered and I nodded, reaching for my shampoo and applying it to my hair. This was going to be a long day… I seriously think he's in cloud-cuckoo-land, or something.

I had always a tremendous amount of luck, but why had it ended? A vampire after me, the bodyguards resembling Crabbe and Goyle, and to top it off, I had to stay in the same room as my enemy! Why was my source to the light thinning, too?

"I cannot take this anymore…" I sang in the shower. "Saying everything I've said before… All these words, they make no sense. I've found bliss in ignorance. Less I hear, the less you say. You'll find that out anyway… Just like before…"

"Granger! What are you blubbering about now, mudblood?" I flinched at the word, but anyhow looked over at the white-blonde and scowled.

"It's called 'One Step Closer' by Linkin Park, Malfoy." I spat and he just shrugged. I clapped my hands and the water shut itself off. "I heard you blaring it on the train here, so don't you dare be contumacious towards me." He's teasing you, Granger… A silky voice from the back of my head said. I looked towards Malfoy and found him staring fixedly at me through the glass.

"What?!" I snapped at him. He held his hand to me and I saw the purple pills and rolled my eyes.

"Insanity pills. You need 'em, Granger." He shifted his piercing gaze on me to his hand. "Get your towel so we can get this over with…" I could swear he licked his lips, and I shuddered. Slowly I slid the glass door open and walked over to where the towels were and swiped a baby-blue one and started drying myself.

"Be as slow as you can… Don't want to help Malfoy…" I was saying to myself in an undertone, while looking around me.

"Granger…" I heard him growl and I slowly started fastening my robes. "He's coming…"

My stomach was churning and I started pulling up my skirt faster until I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and was spun around into Malfoy's arms. My skirt was only up to my knees, and my blouse was barely on, my tie on the floor. I opened my mouth, but all I got out was: "Can…" before he pushed me into the wall and fiercely pressed his lips feverishly against mine, and it only took me a second to realize his intentions. I could feel no pill, and he was probably doing it deliberately. I slowly closed my eyes and ran my hands up his muscular arms until they reached his neck and then played with his hair, while his arms made their home around my waist. His hair was like silk, it's silky texture proving my thoughts and longing of touching his hair correct. He was an angel…

My mind worked better intellectually than on parchment, so this was like catching the snitch on a Firebolt. Boy, what a great time to think Quidditch…

Accusation one: to ward off the evil spirit of the vampire. Nah.

Accusation two: to calm her down, which was very well working. Maybe.

Accusation three: to change the mood completely. Seems logical…

Now, the pros and cons of this accusation.

Pro: Malfoy was a helluva good kisser

Con: He might want it to go further

The Pro wins that one…

Pro: She would have three bodyguards, Malfoy being the emotional helper

Con: Emotions can slow people into an inferno of constant Incendios

Pro wins that bout.

Pro: He can seem a bit heartless, but he could have good intentions

Con: Those 'good' intentions may lead to running and shouting, "Filthy mudbloods!"

However, he showed earlier he was possessive and that cared for me. Look back in the hospital scene. I put my thoughts on that as a Pro.

…TBC…

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A/n: Ugh… The Ring gave me nightmares. I'm 12! I shouldn't even be afraid of the dark… Anyhow, the only thing I want is reviews. 12 reviews, or else no more stories, or new chapters to the stories I already have… A'ight? I'm writing random things… Enjoy. Review people, all right? I don't mind if your review is: "THIS STORY SUCKS!" Just fucking please tell me what's wrong with the plot!

You want me to spill my blood for you

You don't like the things my boss makes you do

So I have to spit this shit till I don't like it no mo

But what happens if my dishing takes me missing?

I was in a dark corridor at night,

My only light from the light of the moon

My blonde hair tied in a tight braid, (Or was I leading a parade?)

In my mind snares were being blared, my hate rising to it's final draw

My learning was slow back then, I could never win the battles that came before me

Soon my wretched fate torn me in two, so all you see now is this pugnacious freak

What I really am is a nice girl, but my words are colder than ice

It was like that night at the Chinese place, where I snapped at that nice old lady

Now I regret all the moments like that and moments like now cuz I seem so shady

Someone please tell me how I can get through with this…

You don't know how it's like to be a freak

You've never been a geek

You've always been cool, ruled the school until the day of your death

Damn all the aftermath…

Let's go back to 1991, where I said my first word

It was all incoherent and I would always slur

Like today, I'm always the last one picked to play

I'm a loner, and it won't change, though sooner the better as they say

I'll end up a failure as a writer, that all-black-dressed beggar on the street playing her guitar

I envy the poor, I'd fit right in cos I'm a complete eye-sore

I'm only twelve, but my skills have already turned aluminium

Don't blame me for being the loony in this one; it's all in your head

The shouts of 'retard' follow me where I go, cos I'm slow at learning

I yearn to be noticed, I wish my inadequate skills were lost in oblivion…

You don't know how it's like to be a freak

You've never been a geek

You've always been cool, ruled the school until your death

Damn all the aftermath…

Next day, the blonde's on the floor of her carpeted room, her body twisted at an odd angle, the brown pools emotionless

No one finds her since the whole world shunned her until the cold ocean of more sharks and less friends

Her wrists were slit, the knife still in the grasp of her right hand

Her face was a deathly pale, paler than her hair but darker than her amend

The carpet around her was crimson while the rest was a white

Oh, there was one person who saw the ridiculous plight, but he broke up with her a year ago

He had heard her singing the chorus of a nerd-like song similar to the one sung at a geek show

"Don't let this fate come through,

Please don't be so shrewd

I'm sure we can work this out, or else I'll just sit and pout until sunrise…"

You don't know me.

Disclaimer:

A fat dirty blonde walked into her room and scowled at the reviewers before switching that blubbery gaze of hers to the couple on the bed. "Yo, Dragon-man." She calls, and the boy with platinum hair looks up, his icy gaze now on her instead of the curly-haired girl.

"What do you want?" He spat, and the curly-haired girl (Hermione) looked up too, and a slight smile formed on her lips.

"You're going to tell these non-existent reviewers and readers the disclaimer." She ordered, and he just scowled deeply at her.

"Why should I?" He challenged. "You can't order me or- She doesn't own shit so back off! What the bloody…"

The fat blonde grinned widely. "Thank you, Draco."

Hermione was grinning too. "Jamie 1, Draco 0! Way to go, Ms. Wanna-be Writer who'll never make it!"

"Whatever…"

Preview:

"Listen, I have no reason to live. First of all, I'm stuck with you, and then with some useless matter that are called 'bodyguards' who are never here at the right time! You're my worst enemy! Why you? Why not Harry or Ron? I almost committed suicide after I learned this!" I almost screamed it at him, and I removed my hands from his silky locks reluctantly, and they remained at my sides.

His emotions completely changed, an unknown expression passing his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me roughly into the wall. "We help another. We keep another alive. We rely on the other when times aren't that bright! Why don't you listen?! I'm not very well glad I'm stuck with you, either! My reason today I'm living is simply you! You! You of all people! And don't you dare even think of trying suicide again, because I'll stop you. You're my only hope, and I'm not letting you kill yourself just because of some old rubbish!" I reluctantly looked up and met his gaze, my eyes widening afterwards. The emotions were purely simple. Analysis of Malfoy: He is hurt and is very ashamed that I'm his only hope. He wishes that I would understand him and be reasonable with him… Oh Malfoy…