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Draco paced in front of his bed, thinking. Hermione hadn't come back yet, but Snape had escorted her somewhere. Draco stopped in front of his bed, looking out the window. His eyes strayed to his desk. Her letter sat on top of everything else. He went to his desk, picking her letter up, reading. He sat in his chair, putting the letter down. After much thinking, he picked up a blank piece of parchment, dipped his quill in his ink bottle, and started writing. He wouldn't tell her her know though. No, when the time is just right, he'll tell her. After he finished his letter, he raced out of the common room, through the halls, and to the owlry. He saw her owl sitting on a bench, looking out the window. 'Just like Hermione', he thought. He whistled, getting her attention. She hooted at him, then flew to him, landing on his shoulder. She nipped his ear affectionately while he tied his letter on her leg. When he tied it, she hooted and flew out the window. He waited until she was out of sight till he made his way back to his dormitory.
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Professor Snape laid Hermione down on the couch. She had fallen asleep on the floor, listening to him talk about her mother. He went into her room, getting a blanket for her. When he came back in the room, he saw an owl on the window sill, rapping on the window. He went to the window, opening it with one hand. The owl flew in, landing next to Hermione's head. The owl looked at her, then at him. It had a letter attached to its leg. He put the blanket on her, took her shoes off, made her all comfy, then looked at the owl. He went to the owl in attempt to take the letter. It snapped at him, giving him a look. He just blinked at it.
"Is it for her?"
The owl hooted, scooting towards her hair. He held his hand out.
"I will give it to her. I promise."
The owl eyed him. It cautiously held out its leg. He untied it gently, letting the letter drop into his hand. The owl hooted twice at him, as if to give him warning, then flew out the window. Snape looked at the letter in his hand. He turned it over, looking at the seal that held it together. It was a 'M' and a crest of some kind. He recognized it as a Malfoy crest. He set it down on the table in front to the couch. He bent down, kissed her forehead, then left to his own room.
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Sirius Black. Devil's Snare. Books. Triwizard Tournament. Everything reminded him of her. Harry Potter layed in his bed, wide awake, thinking of how much he missed Hermione. She never came back from dinner and now she sat at the Slytherin table. With Draco Malfoy, of all people. He missed her. He wanted to tell her he was sorry about everything, but he couldn't. It's not that he didn't have the guts to, it's just that...Something was holding him back, like a compulsive thing or something. He tried everything. Writing letters, which would start out good, then go bad when he blinked. Talking to her was, of course, bad. Especially that last time. He didn't know what happened. He remembered asking Malfoy what he did to her, blinked, then somehow he was on the floor. Or when he went to the owlery to see her. He remembered walking up to the door, blinked, then was sitting in the Great Hall with Ron and Ginny, blinked again, then was standing across from where Hermione and Draco sat. He didn't know what happened or why his hand stung so bad. He was losing time and didn't know why. It started when he went to the Weasley house in the middle of summer. He'd be doing something, blink, then completely be doing something else. One memory stood out. He was talking to George, blinked, and then he was standing in front of Ginny. She said she would do it, whatever it was, but only if he would promise that she wouldn't hate her and that it really was for her own good. He had no idea what she was talking about, but went along with it anyways. When he came to school, she wouldn't talk to Hermione, despite Hermione's attempts. During the school year, late at night, he would hear someone crying in the common room. By a gut feeling, it would be Ginny. A few times, he would watch her cry, holding a picture of her and Hermione at Hogsmeade. He didn't know what to do. She wouldn't talk to Hermione or anything and he didn't know why. Ron was acting weird too. It was like he was happy she was in misery and unhappy. He would find ways or sayings to hurt her. When he asked him about it, he just looked at him, then keep going as if nothing was said. He looked almost crazed. He somehow convinced everyone in Griffindor to not associate themselves with her anymore and earlier that day, he saw him talking with a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. And at dinner, he thought Ron would go to the Slytherin table. Ron didn't show up for breakfast, so he didn't see that Hermione now sat at the Slytherin table and apparently made new friends. At dinner, he watched Ron get up and move to the Slytherin table. He got as far as the Ravenclaw table before he stopped. He watched Ron look on in horror as he spotted Hermione laughing, smiling, and talking with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zambini, and a few other Slytherins around her. Harry hid a smile in his food as Ron stormed back to the table, cussing and raising hell about her sitting there. When Harry looked back, he saw Professor Snape talking to Hermione. He watched her get up from the table and follow him. Harry rolled over in his bed, looking out his window. He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning as he saw a light from a window he'd never seen before. He looked back at Ron, who was dead asleep, snoring loudly. Harry grabbed his wand from the nightstand, muttered a silencing charm both ways; to make sure Ron didn't hear him and that he made no sound. He knew Ron had a tendency to follow him, and this time, he didn't want to be followed. He took out his invisibility cloak, wrapped his around him and snuck out. After 15 minutes of wandering, he found the room. Light shown from under it. He knocked lightly on the door. He heard rustling around and a groan.
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Hermione was dreaming a good dream. She saw her mother and was talking with her. Knock Knock She looked at the door in her dream. She woke up as her dream shattered, hearing someone knock on her door. She pushed the blanket off, groaning from sleepiness. She shuffled to the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and as she opened the door.
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Harry watched the door open. He took the cloak off so he wouldn't scare the person inside.
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She opened the door halfway when she heard a rustling of clothing moving around. She opened the door all the way and just stood there, horror and shock on her face.
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Harry watched the door open. His jaw dropped when he saw Hermione standing in the doorway.
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Hermione took her wand out quick, pointing it at Harry's throat.
"What are you doing here?"
Harry swallowed hard. He didn't know what to say. He opened then closed his mouth when nothing came out. She pressed her wand into his throat.
"Tell me now before I hex you."
Harry licked his lips, reaching into his robe. She quickly pointed her wand at his hand.
"You touch your wand, I will blow your hand off."
Harry shook his head.
"No wand. Just a vial for you to give me."
Hermione looked at him funny. She nodded after a minute of thinking then pulled him inside. She put a silencing charm on the door then turned back to Harry, who was looking around her room.
"What do you want?"
Harry looked back at her, a vial of clear liquid in his hand. She looked at it, then him. He shrugged.
"It's truth potion. I managed to make some over the summer."
Hermione blinked at him. Truth potion? Harry sighed sitting on the couch. Hermione went to one of the cabinets, opening it. She took out two glasses and a thing of orange juice. She poured orange juice into both glasses, bringing them to the couch. She set a glass in front of Harry, who nodded in thanks. He opened the vial. He leaned down to pour some in when Hermione stopped him with her hand.
"Give it to me. You could kill yourself if you pour it in like that."
He nodded, handing it to her. She took his glass and carefully put two drops in his drink. She set it back in front of him. Harry took a deep breath then drank some. Hermione sat on the floor on the other side of the table. Harry closed his eyes, his whole body shuddering, then stillness. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. She took a deep breath.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I need your help."
Hermione gave him a look.
"Right. Maybe you didn't mix it right."
Harry shook his head.
"I followed the instructions. I did everything. I even tried it on Dudley and it worked. I promise."
Hermione blinked at him. Did she dare believe him? She didn't know. She decided to ask a personal question. Something she knew that he didn't know she knew about.
"In our second year, did you show Lavender Brown what kind of boxers you wear?"
Harry looked shocked.
"Yes."
Hermione nodded. Ok, it was working.
"Why do you need my help?"
"Because I think I'm being possessed by something."
Hermione blinked.
"How do you know?"
Harry leaned towards her, as if to make sure that she was listening. She leaned on the table, listening intently.
"I don't remember things I've supposedly done. During the summer, the hours would skip around and I wouldn't remember anything. Like I'd black-out or something. I don't remember hitting you. I don't remember talking to you at all. People tell me what I've done and I don't remember."
Hermione looked away. She tried to think back to whenever she looked him straight in the eye. In the owlery. When he came. And when he hit her. His eyes. They were blue. Such a pretty blue color to match his black hair. She looked at Harry. His eyes were green. More at home with his face than the blue. And they looked scared.
"Hermione, help me..Please. I think Ron is controlling me to get to you."
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