DISCLAIMER: CHRACTERS BELONG TO J.K ROWLING. PLOT IS MINE
Ten
Screaming, Hermione sat up right in bed, sweating. Her whole body was shaking as she looked around the room. Everyone started to groggily look around, still half asleep. Ginny swung her legs off of her bed, rushing to Hermione who had one hand pressed against her forehead. Hermione looked pale as a ghost and her eyes were haunted.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Ginny asked, concerned. The other girls sat up now, pulling their comforters around them. This was the first time they had heard Hermione scream like that. The sound was unbearable to listen to, full of fear and bone chilling pain.
"Granger what happened? That must've been a hella dream!"
"Is she ok? Do we need to get Madame Pomfrey?" a first year asked nervously, trying to help. Hermione shook her head. She felt bad about waking every one up now. It was just a dream, like her mother had told her. Yeah right just a bloody dream, Hermione told herself. It didn't matter if Lucius had killed her. She didn't care at all. After what was he to her anyway?
"No, I am fine you guys. It was just a bad dream that's all. Nothing to worry about," Hermione said, trying to regain her breathing. It was hard however, with ever one trying to make her comfortable. She just needed to understand what the dream was talking about. It wasn't a normal thing. There had been that shadow and then the people she had killed. Ginny didn't look convinced. This is what happens when your best friend knows you too much. You can never convince her. Hermione smiled, despite the look in her eyes. She would not let Ginny worry herself sick over Hermione. She was a big girl now.
"Hermione, are you positively sure you're alright? I mean you look like you've seen a ghost," Ginny said. Hermione smiled a little bit. Ginny sounded just like her mother, Molly. Always worried and looking after people. Harry was truly lucky to have her in his life.
"Honestly, Ginny I am fine. It's alright, go back to sleep." Ginny opened her mouth to protest but stopped. It was useless really. No one could win an argument against Hermione. They didn't have any guts because she kept the argument going and going until the person finally gave. It was quite fun to watch.
"Well alright if you insist then I'll go," Ginny said.
Hermione sighed, sliding under the covers. Her body was awake now but her brain was demanding sleep. She wanted to figure out what the dream was about. The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep again was the feel of Lucius's lips on her.