Hey all. It's been a couple of days and I apologize for that. Real life got in the way!
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Hermione walked into the graduation ceremony and she wondered why she was here.
Draco Malfoy sneered at her haughtily, but then his face changed.
It morphed into the unsure face of the person who would not reveal her to Voldemort.
His mother had begged him to reveal if they were the Golden Trio, and she could see in his eyes that he knew who they were. Yet he hadn't exposed them, and his unsure face had stayed in her subconscious all this time.
While she was still analyzing, Malfoy's face contorted into a mask of pain, and in the middle of the Great Hall, he screamed in agony and fell to the floor, seizing in pain. He was obviously being tortured with a strong Crucio.
The room began to spin, and Hermione heard his screams echoing through her mind. His pain was so palpable that she screamed with him and blacked out.
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Hermione opened her eyes, wondering who was making such a commotion. Suddenly the yelling stopped, and she realized that the sounds had been coming from her own mouth, and she was crying profusely.
Her pillow was soaked with her tears, and her throat was sore from the raw emotion streaming out of it.
What a nightmare.
Hermione jolted out of bed to look at her clock, adrenaline coursing through her as though she must have slept in late and missed work. It was only 6:23 in the morning, and she didn't have to be at the office until eight. Early again, and it would be the third time this week. Since she had begun to dream of Draco. Since when had he become Draco, and not the ferret, Malfoy?
She tried to shake the feeling of utter dread from her mind by stripping the bed clean, washing the sheets, and taking a shower.
She was still early to work, and she spent the whole day trying to figure out why her nightmares were no longer of being tortured in Malfoy Manor, but of Draco himself being tortured.
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Yes, it's short. Some longer ones coming soon. 😉
