Disclaimer: Wait, I think my note about the story is a disclaimer, so, never mind. Just in case you forgot, none of these people belong to me, but I am still looking for my own invisibility cloak. If you find one, just im me.

Truth or Fiction

Hermione went to bed the minute they got back to Gryffindor tower. She wasn't up to dealing with anyone, especially not Harry. She rushed up to her room and went to bed without brushing her teeth or washing her face, or anything. She sobbed. All she wanted to do was kill Harry for what he'd done to her. She fell asleep only half under the floral sheets.

Hermione appeared in the Great Hall. There was no one there beside herself. A flowing white gown floated on her skin and she tiptoed about in satin slippers (like Cinderella's Glass Slippers, not your father's slippers". She almost felt like a princess waiting for a ball. Around she spun like a faerie, elated. She plied and skipped and leaped for joy.

Suddenly Harry strutted in. He was dressed in a jet-black tuxedo with tails. He gently pinned a yellow day-lily corsage to her dress and asked her to dance. Hermione agreed, but the minute they began to dance, she noticed she was naked. She jumped back; aghast at seeing her faded summer tan-line. But Harry froze her in her tracks.

"Wait Harry, what are you doing?!" she tried to yell, but nothing came out.

Harry approached Hermione seductively. She watched as the suit disappeared and he too was in the nude. She tried again to scream, but nothing was coming out. It was like he had silenced her also. When Harry got to her, he grabbed her firmly and pushed her to the ground, undoing the freezing curse. Harry reached down towards her breasts and thrust himself into her so hard that it hurt. She screamed!

Immediately Hermione lie awake on the floor. She had just had a nightmare. It was a relief to know it wasn't real, but she couldn't shake this feeling she had. She no longer wanted to be there in the room alone. Hermione hobbled downstairs to the common room.