(TFG: Hey! Another chapter! J.K. Rowling's characters (yes *sniff* even Draco))

Discoveries-11-Revenge

It was a dark and stormy night (TFG: LOL! I just HADTA say that! But the real chapter begins now.)

The wind howled, and the shutters on the attic window rattled violently. Not only that, but the power went out, and Hermione was by herself in the attic. She had decided just to do some work, having nothing better to do, and went up there.

It was pitch black, now, and Hermione didn't have a flashlight or anything. She moved around, bumping into things, and stumbling in the darkness. Finally, she found the window, and opened the shutters a bit, letting some moonlight shine through. It was then that she noticed it was also a full moon (TFG: Okay, so maybe I'm making this a little... er... TOO common- everyday-horror-scene -ish... but I just felt like it, okay?) The first thing that came to her mind was Lupin. Memories flooded back... third year and when she discovered that her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher really was a real-life werewolf. Those were the good old days. Now it was almost her seventh and final year. After that there'd be no more professors, no more schoolwork, no more seeing her friends everyday. Some she might not ever see again.

Realizing she was getting too far away, lost in thought, Hermione snapped out of it. She didn't want to think about this right now. Or not even during the year. She wanted to enjoy her time at Hogwarts... and TRY to have a good time at this old house, with her worst enemy. But she remembered that dream she'd had at the beginning of summer, and wondered what it actually meant.

"Oh well," she said outloud, sighing. She turned and found some candles, and matches, and lit them. When the room was well lit, she went back to work. After a while, she got a weird feeling... like someone was watching her.

"Draco," she said, slowly, turning around. "Where are you?" No one was there. She shrugged it off, but the feeling returned minutes later. Suddenly, she saw a candle flicker, out of the corner of her eye. She looked up and watched it. Then she saw more candles flickering all around her, and began to worry.

She breathed a sigh of relief, when she saw the window open. But then she remembered she never opened the window... only the shutters. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Then, as if answering her question, something happened. Water. It poured down on her, and she looked up at the ceiling, where water was leaking through. Her eyes snapped to the window. The only thing was... it wasn't raining outside.

Hermione was scared now. She ran over to the door, and came to a halt in front of a woman. The woman didn't seem to care that it was raining harder than hell. She just stood there, eyes focused on Hermione.

The woman's arm raised, her hand reaching out to Hermione, and started walking forward. Hermione backed up just as slowly as the woman was moving. "W-What do you want?" Hermione stuttered.

"Revenge."

Hermione's eyes widened. "F-For w-what?"

"Revenge on HIM," the woman's eyes darted to the floor.

"Who?" Hermione asked, then spoke again without waiting for an answer. "Listen. Maybe we can work something out? I mean, if I'm not the person who did something to you, then why do you want to hurt me?"

"This is the only way."

"Why? Why is it the only way?"

"Because you are the only one he truely loves."

"Who? Who loves me? I don't know who you're talking about!" Hermione said, all the way against a wall now, trembling in fear.

"He does," the woman pointed down, once more.

Hermione thought about this. Who? There was-

Then a thought struck her. Malfoy's room was right below the attic. Right below where she stood right now...

(TFG: I know... REALLY dramatic! I didn't plan on this being so dramatic, it just turned out that way! REVIEW, please!)