(February 04, 2011)

"That bad girl power I got, I'll abuse it tonight
Got poison on my mind
That power I got, you'll be mine till the light
Got poison on my mind"
Poison- Nicole Scherzinger

Fog was everywhere. You can't get run away from it, you can't see through it, you wouldn't even see it move if you waved your hand through it. Draco stood in the middle of nowhere with the white fog surrounding him.

Hesitation started to rise as he looked around eagerly to find a way to escape. He would run, but he knew it would be useless. He wouldn't even know if he was moving at all.

To him, this is what death felt like. You couldn't run away from it, there was nothing to it at the end but complete nothingness, it surrounded you whole.

Just when he was about to give up and let death win this fight, the scenery started to change. Draco watched in agitation as the fog disappeared and he was standing in the astronomy tower. Rain was pouring down on earth as if they were in a category five hurricane. The sound of the rain hitting the gravel roof up above made his ears ring. Clueless, he looked around, wondering why on earth he was even there. The wind was so strong that as he tried to walk forward he almost flew backwards.

"Draco," a whisper echoed through the storm.

Draco squinted his eyes and noticed a person standing with her back towards him, at the other side of the astronomy tower. He couldn't see her face because some sort of shadow was blocking her face.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Draco screamed through the storm. He walked forward but the wind threw him backwards.

"Draco," her voice whispered. He had no clue on how he even heard her. She spoke so softly. He looked at her more closely and saw that she was wearing an all white dress. He still couldn't see her face but he saw long curly brown hair flow past her chest.

"What do you want?" he asked again. But she gave him the same response, except this time she held out her hand.

Draco shook his head and turned around. The scenery twirled around him and he was no longer at the astronomy tower. He stood in the middle of whiteness. Where he stood know scared him more than the fog.

His heartbeat started to quicken as he turned around and saw the same girl with her hand extended towards him. Her clothes matched so perfect with the white, that you could only see her hand and her shadowed head.

He opened his mouth to scream no but he couldn't. He couldn't even breath. Draco fell to his knees and grabbed his throat. He needed air, badly. The girl walked over to him. Draco watched in terror as blood began to drip down her white dress. First, a huge puddle of blood started to form on where her heart should be. Then, it started a trail down her dress.

"Stay away from me!" Draco managed to choke out.

"Stay away from me!" Draco screamed and sat right up on his bed. Hands flew towards him and started to push him back down.

"Stay away from me!" Draco screamed again.

"Mr. Malfoy, stop! Please calm down," Madam Pomfrey screamed at him while pushing him back to the bed.

"Draco, please," Hermione whimpered as she held his hand.

Draco turned to his right and saw Hermione sitting next to him. She looked tired. Dark circles were under her eyes, her hair was a mess and she already got some wrinkles on her forehead from all of the stress.

"What happened?" Draco asked as he looked at her.

"You fell down some stairs. If Hermione hadn't been walking down them, you wouldn't be here right now," Madam Pomfrey said. He saw a smile form on her lips. Draco looked around and saw that he was at the Hospital Wing. Light was streaming into the room from the sun outside. Last time he checked it was night time.

A couple of hours went by of Madam Pomfrey running some few check ups and Hermione going back to the common room to change. She returned with a two cups and a bottle, and the healer gave some privacy to them as she glared at the bottle Hermione was holding.

"You stayed with me the whole night?" Draco asked the moment Madam Pomfrey closed her door.

Hermione smiled and put down the drinks on the bedside table.

"Of course, I couldn't leave you like that. No matter how much I hate you," she smirked.

"You called me by my first name earlier," Draco said.

"Hmm, I guess I did." She turned her face and filled both cups from the bottle. "Is that a problem?"

Draco sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Not anymore."
Hermione quickly glanced at him and saw that he wasn't looking at her.

"Here," she said while extending a filled cup out to him.

"What is it?" he asked while taking it.

"What, the ultimate bad boy wont drink liquor?" Hermione smirked.

Draco arched his eyebrow to her as he put the rim of the cup to his lips and sighed.

"I'm afraid that this perfect good girl can't difference between liquor and something that's not." Draco glared at Hermione and saw her laugh.

"It's not alcohol. It's juice." She raised her glass to her lips.

"So this is what you decide that I should drink after I almost experienced death? Juice?" Draco shook his head and took a sip.

Few moments later, his glass of juice shattered on the floor, his mouth started to foam, and he started to shake uncontrollably.

Hermione stared in horror at how Draco was. His veins started to appear in his translucent skin, his face had turned red and he clenched his hands into fist. Hermione took a step back, dropping her glass of juice and covered her mouth. She didn't know what to do.

Madam Pomfrey ran out of her office as she heard glass shattering on the floor. She took one look at Draco and ran to her medicine cabinet.

"Wh-what's wrong with him?" Hermione shrieked.

"He's having a seizure. Move," Madam Pomfrey spoke quickly. Hermione took a couple of more steps back and watched the healer. Madam Pomfrey tilted Draco's head back and poured a blue potion into his mouth. A few seconds later, Draco stopped heaving, shaking and he turned back to how he used to be.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey ordered as she whipped away some sweat off of her forehead.

"I-I don't know. He took a sip of some apple juice that I brought and then," Hermione extended her hands outwards. "That happened."

Madam Pomfrey took the bottle off the bedside table and sniffed it.

"It's been tempered with. This bottle is poison disguised as apple juice." Madam Pomfrey looked sternly at Hermione. "Where did you get this?"

"A person gave me this. A note was attached that said, I hope Draco feels better." Hermione quickly gasped and hit her head. "That stranger must have given it to me, and I haven't even noticed."

Tears started to run down her cheeks as the thought of her also having a seizure, ran through her mind. Hermione walked over to Draco and cupped his hand into hers.

"Please forgive me for my utterly stupidity," she cried.

Draco opened his eyes and patted her head as she cried into his arms.