A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I've been swamped
with homework and studying.
Thanks for all the great reviews, but I would still like for you to give me suggestions for the thirteen fates. I hope you enjoy the second day.
Please continue to Read and Review
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. ----
It had been a very long night.
Chinese water torture.
In the middle of the night Hannah Abbot had awoken when she had felt something dripping on her forehead.
After lighting her bedside candle she had realized it was blood.
Screaming, she had jumped off the bed and awoken the other girls in her dorm.
It had been around 3 O'clock when they had finally gotten the leak to stop.
The first thing Hermione noticed when she got up was that the walls were no longer stained the brownish colour they were last night.
Taking a look around, she realized that all of her clothes that had been stained the other day were back to normal.
She had been one of the unlucky people who had opened up a door and be flooded with a tidal wave of blood.
Hermione had spent her whole day in the library yesterday, with Draco, and had tried to find as much out as she could on bleeding schools.
After spending a whole day in a musty smelling library all she could find was bleeding hearts!
Draco
He had been acting odd yesterday.
Something was the matter and every time she'd asked he had simply smiled and told her he was fine.
They hadn't talked about what had happened that morning, Hermione was scared that maybe it was wrong to have asked him to help her forget.
Just thinking about what had happened sends shivers down her spine.
She loved him so much.
And it hurt her that he was not telling her what was the matter.
Maybe if she gave it time, he would confide in her. Maybe.
After taking a shower and dressing quickly, she made her way to the linking doors that would allow her into Draco's room.
It wasn't much of a surprise to find him asleep and naked.
Crawling into bed next to him, Hermione wrapped her arms around his body and rested her head on his chest. And waited for him to wake up.
She didn't have to wait long.
"You seem to be making a habit out of this," said the sleepy teen, "Oh well I'll try my hardest to get used to it."
"You know perfectly well that you love waking up in the arms of the most beautiful girl in school."
"I wouldn't tell Pansy that, she seems to think that she's the most beautiful girl in the school." They both cringed, "I think it helped her when you broke her nose 'Mione'."
"Yah, now she looks like a pug faced dog with a broken noose. I'm surprised that Madame Pomfrey couldn't remodel her nose better, anyways I didn't punch her that hard."
"Very modest," smiled Draco, " now go away or I'll make you regret jumping into a bed with a naked man."
"Ha, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh I wouldn't would I?"
"No-"
And he did, twice in fact.
After they both showered and changed, they made their way down to the great hall for breakfast.
They both noticed that all the walls were back to their normal colour, it seemed to them that it was over.
Making their way down to the great hall, Hermione noticed something about the paintings on the wall.
"Draco?"
"Yes," he purred.
"There is something wrong with the paintings, look."
They stepped closer to one of an old lady sitting in her rocking chair staring out the window.
"They look so . . . "
"Real."
Reaching out a hand, Hermione touched the painting.
Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
It grabbed her!
The old lady turned to face them and reached out and grabbed her hand.
It was like being touched by ice.
The old lady had this creepy hungry look in her eyes.
Pulling as hard she could she pulled her hand away from the old lady's reach.
"What the hell?"
"Gods, she was strong," said Hermione who was examining the bruise that was already starting to appear.
"We gotta tell Dumbledore, lets go!"
As they walked by the paintings they came to life some reaching out to grab them, some just staring with their odd eyes.
Bursting into the great hall, they ran up to the head table.
"Professor Dumbledore, the paintings . . ." gasped Hermione as she tried to catch her breath.
"Their alive," finished Draco.
"Of course they are, did you just realize this," asked Professor Snape who was sitting beside Dumbledore.
Giving him a death glare Hermione raised her hand and showed Dumbledore her bruised hand.
"The painting of the old lady in the rocking chair and all the other paintings started reaching out at us, they grabbed Hermione's hand," exploded Draco.
Most of the school had been watching them since they burst in, but the news about the paintings had some of the younger students screaming.
After the students had been calmed down by the heads of their house, Dumbledore said, "I would like you all to remain here while myself and the rest of the teachers examine the problem."
They returned after twenty minuets of examining the pictures.
Dumbledore was about to say something when a large raven came coming into the great hall.
It had perched itself on Dumbledore's chair and started talking in a loud
clear raspy voice, " Beware! Beware! Beware!
You have experienced 1 day
But today is another
Of the thirteen days
Of chaos and horror
Today is another sample
Of what is to come
I bring greetings from Voldemort
He sends his luck
And hopes that the Great
Dumbledore is up to the challenge
Beware! Beware! Beware!"
After the bird had delivered its message it burst into flames, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes.
The whole great hall was in a stunned silence; Dumbledore was the first to recover. Head teachers of each house were directed to bring their student back to their common room and nobody was allowed to leave it.
Harry, Hermione, Draco and the rest of the prefects were asked to stay behind.
After much debate, they decided to leave the school open and deal with each day accordingly. They would notify the ministry and Aurora's would be sent to protect the students.
New classes would be taught, all them would revolve around DADA, so that they could prepare the students.
They would contact the parents and explain to them what is happening, so that they had the choice whether or not to take their children out of Hogwart's.
The prefects were warned to stay away form the pictures and told how to get into their common rooms with out being snatched by their portraits, they were sent back to their common rooms to inform the students.
By the end of the day a total of 25 students were taken out of Hogwart's by their parents.
It was a very long day.
A/N: sorry I didn't go into great detail about Draco and Hermione having sex, but I needed to get this chapter up.
I don't know how long it will be before I get another chapter up, I hope it's soon but I have to get x-rays tonight.
I think I banged or bent my hand the wrong way so it hurts to type, wish me good luck.
Again I'm sorry about how long it took to get this chapter up.
Thanks for all the great reviews, but I would still like for you to give me suggestions for the thirteen fates. I hope you enjoy the second day.
Please continue to Read and Review
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. ----
It had been a very long night.
Chinese water torture.
In the middle of the night Hannah Abbot had awoken when she had felt something dripping on her forehead.
After lighting her bedside candle she had realized it was blood.
Screaming, she had jumped off the bed and awoken the other girls in her dorm.
It had been around 3 O'clock when they had finally gotten the leak to stop.
The first thing Hermione noticed when she got up was that the walls were no longer stained the brownish colour they were last night.
Taking a look around, she realized that all of her clothes that had been stained the other day were back to normal.
She had been one of the unlucky people who had opened up a door and be flooded with a tidal wave of blood.
Hermione had spent her whole day in the library yesterday, with Draco, and had tried to find as much out as she could on bleeding schools.
After spending a whole day in a musty smelling library all she could find was bleeding hearts!
Draco
He had been acting odd yesterday.
Something was the matter and every time she'd asked he had simply smiled and told her he was fine.
They hadn't talked about what had happened that morning, Hermione was scared that maybe it was wrong to have asked him to help her forget.
Just thinking about what had happened sends shivers down her spine.
She loved him so much.
And it hurt her that he was not telling her what was the matter.
Maybe if she gave it time, he would confide in her. Maybe.
After taking a shower and dressing quickly, she made her way to the linking doors that would allow her into Draco's room.
It wasn't much of a surprise to find him asleep and naked.
Crawling into bed next to him, Hermione wrapped her arms around his body and rested her head on his chest. And waited for him to wake up.
She didn't have to wait long.
"You seem to be making a habit out of this," said the sleepy teen, "Oh well I'll try my hardest to get used to it."
"You know perfectly well that you love waking up in the arms of the most beautiful girl in school."
"I wouldn't tell Pansy that, she seems to think that she's the most beautiful girl in the school." They both cringed, "I think it helped her when you broke her nose 'Mione'."
"Yah, now she looks like a pug faced dog with a broken noose. I'm surprised that Madame Pomfrey couldn't remodel her nose better, anyways I didn't punch her that hard."
"Very modest," smiled Draco, " now go away or I'll make you regret jumping into a bed with a naked man."
"Ha, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh I wouldn't would I?"
"No-"
And he did, twice in fact.
After they both showered and changed, they made their way down to the great hall for breakfast.
They both noticed that all the walls were back to their normal colour, it seemed to them that it was over.
Making their way down to the great hall, Hermione noticed something about the paintings on the wall.
"Draco?"
"Yes," he purred.
"There is something wrong with the paintings, look."
They stepped closer to one of an old lady sitting in her rocking chair staring out the window.
"They look so . . . "
"Real."
Reaching out a hand, Hermione touched the painting.
Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
It grabbed her!
The old lady turned to face them and reached out and grabbed her hand.
It was like being touched by ice.
The old lady had this creepy hungry look in her eyes.
Pulling as hard she could she pulled her hand away from the old lady's reach.
"What the hell?"
"Gods, she was strong," said Hermione who was examining the bruise that was already starting to appear.
"We gotta tell Dumbledore, lets go!"
As they walked by the paintings they came to life some reaching out to grab them, some just staring with their odd eyes.
Bursting into the great hall, they ran up to the head table.
"Professor Dumbledore, the paintings . . ." gasped Hermione as she tried to catch her breath.
"Their alive," finished Draco.
"Of course they are, did you just realize this," asked Professor Snape who was sitting beside Dumbledore.
Giving him a death glare Hermione raised her hand and showed Dumbledore her bruised hand.
"The painting of the old lady in the rocking chair and all the other paintings started reaching out at us, they grabbed Hermione's hand," exploded Draco.
Most of the school had been watching them since they burst in, but the news about the paintings had some of the younger students screaming.
After the students had been calmed down by the heads of their house, Dumbledore said, "I would like you all to remain here while myself and the rest of the teachers examine the problem."
They returned after twenty minuets of examining the pictures.
Dumbledore was about to say something when a large raven came coming into the great hall.
It had perched itself on Dumbledore's chair and started talking in a loud
clear raspy voice, " Beware! Beware! Beware!
You have experienced 1 day
But today is another
Of the thirteen days
Of chaos and horror
Today is another sample
Of what is to come
I bring greetings from Voldemort
He sends his luck
And hopes that the Great
Dumbledore is up to the challenge
Beware! Beware! Beware!"
After the bird had delivered its message it burst into flames, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes.
The whole great hall was in a stunned silence; Dumbledore was the first to recover. Head teachers of each house were directed to bring their student back to their common room and nobody was allowed to leave it.
Harry, Hermione, Draco and the rest of the prefects were asked to stay behind.
After much debate, they decided to leave the school open and deal with each day accordingly. They would notify the ministry and Aurora's would be sent to protect the students.
New classes would be taught, all them would revolve around DADA, so that they could prepare the students.
They would contact the parents and explain to them what is happening, so that they had the choice whether or not to take their children out of Hogwart's.
The prefects were warned to stay away form the pictures and told how to get into their common rooms with out being snatched by their portraits, they were sent back to their common rooms to inform the students.
By the end of the day a total of 25 students were taken out of Hogwart's by their parents.
It was a very long day.
A/N: sorry I didn't go into great detail about Draco and Hermione having sex, but I needed to get this chapter up.
I don't know how long it will be before I get another chapter up, I hope it's soon but I have to get x-rays tonight.
I think I banged or bent my hand the wrong way so it hurts to type, wish me good luck.
Again I'm sorry about how long it took to get this chapter up.
