AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am changing the title of the story. I don't think that
Tease fits well enough, with the way I want to go. I think Look but Do Not
Touch would be a lot more appropriate. If anyone has any ideas, or knows
way to better my writing please. let me know. I need all the help I can
get. I am an amateur at work!
Hermione forced herself to get dressed and dragged herself to class. She was miserable the entire day. As soon as classes ended she was off to her dorm room to get in a good nap before she had to patrol the hallways. If felt as thought she had just hit the sheets when she felt a soft push. Then she heard her name. It was being called softly. It just made her want to sleep even more. She rolled over, and there she saw some very familiar silver eyes.
"Draco?" She looked puzzled. "Its time to patrol the hallways. We have to go. If your not feeling well then I guess I could go alone." He was being way too nice and Hermione didn't like it. "Aren't you usually alone?" She asked him. "Well.. Yeah.." He smiled at her and left her room without another word.
She got up and walked out of her room. She went out through the common room, and saw that Malfoy was already gone.
She exited their common room, and strolled leisurely down the corridors. She started singing quietly to herself. Then she heard footsteps behind her again. She slowed to listen and this time the steps didn't stop. They got faster. Hermione broke off into a dead run. She started to loose air, damn stupid asthma at these times. She darted into a classroom and locked the door behind her. Someone was definitely following her.
She stopped to catch her breath. When she looked up she spotted another door, and headed for it. She opened it and it let to yet another room, and then once again another. They just kept going on and on, and something told her to keep going in them. Suddenly she found herself in a dark room with no doors. Even the one she had come in from had disappeared. Then she heard a low laugh. She spun around looking but a large majority of the room was submerged in shadows.
She began calling out, pleading with the shadows. "Who's there? Show yourself. Don't hurt me. Please come out. You're scaring me." The laugh sounded again. This time it sounded more evil. All of a sudden she was ripped off her feet. She began screaming for help.
A low whisper sounded in the dark. "No one can hear your screams." The voice was cold. It showed no remorse for whatever it was about to do to Hermione. He dragged her into the shadows where she couldn't see anything. He grabbed her wrists. His grip was tight, and he had her pinned down with his body. She started to flip around and try to escape but his grip only grew firmer, she couldn't move an inch.
She started crying, and kept pleading and screaming. Then all of a sudden she heard the calming voice again. "Hermione. are you alright. Hermione wake up. Wake up."
She opened her eyes, and her vision was clouded from the tear. Her face was puffy around her eyes making it even harder to see into the eyes of the person who rescued her from the nightmare. "Draco."
"What happened Hermione? Are you alright?" He asked her. He actually sounded worried.
"I was patrolling the hallways. You woke me up, and told me it was time to patrol the halls and so I left. Then someone was behind me. Then I found this room, and all of a sudden." She faded off and began to cry again.
"Hey, its ok. You never left your bed. I have been in the common room the whole time. You're fine. No one came in here. Don't worry." She pulled her into his arms and tried to calm her down.
"It felt to real Draco. He grabbed my wrists." As she said this she looked them. There were bruises forming on her delicate arms. They looked strangely like fingers. Draco eyes them strangely and looked back at her.
"Your fine I swear." She looked into his eyes. She didn't know what made her do it but she wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him. First it was short, but then he drew her deeper into it. Suddenly she pulled away. She looked shocked. It almost looked like she had just committed murder. "I'm Sorry." She stood up from him and ran into the bathroom locking the door.
She examined herself in the mirror. Her wrists were bruised, and there were some scratches around her neck too. What kind of a dream causes these results. It was so real. She could feel his breath on her when he whispered to her. She collapsed on the floor. She couldn't take this. She had no idea who was after her, or if she had totally imagined it. She started to breath quick short breaths, and soon got very dizzy. She tried to calm herself, but lost the battle with consciousness completely.
The next morning Hermione woke up in her bedroom. She was still in her clothes, but tucked into bed carefully. She glanced right away at her wrists, which were bruised a lot darker than the night before. She held her head in her hands for a long time before she decided on the best course of action.. Consult the library.
Hermione forced herself to get dressed and dragged herself to class. She was miserable the entire day. As soon as classes ended she was off to her dorm room to get in a good nap before she had to patrol the hallways. If felt as thought she had just hit the sheets when she felt a soft push. Then she heard her name. It was being called softly. It just made her want to sleep even more. She rolled over, and there she saw some very familiar silver eyes.
"Draco?" She looked puzzled. "Its time to patrol the hallways. We have to go. If your not feeling well then I guess I could go alone." He was being way too nice and Hermione didn't like it. "Aren't you usually alone?" She asked him. "Well.. Yeah.." He smiled at her and left her room without another word.
She got up and walked out of her room. She went out through the common room, and saw that Malfoy was already gone.
She exited their common room, and strolled leisurely down the corridors. She started singing quietly to herself. Then she heard footsteps behind her again. She slowed to listen and this time the steps didn't stop. They got faster. Hermione broke off into a dead run. She started to loose air, damn stupid asthma at these times. She darted into a classroom and locked the door behind her. Someone was definitely following her.
She stopped to catch her breath. When she looked up she spotted another door, and headed for it. She opened it and it let to yet another room, and then once again another. They just kept going on and on, and something told her to keep going in them. Suddenly she found herself in a dark room with no doors. Even the one she had come in from had disappeared. Then she heard a low laugh. She spun around looking but a large majority of the room was submerged in shadows.
She began calling out, pleading with the shadows. "Who's there? Show yourself. Don't hurt me. Please come out. You're scaring me." The laugh sounded again. This time it sounded more evil. All of a sudden she was ripped off her feet. She began screaming for help.
A low whisper sounded in the dark. "No one can hear your screams." The voice was cold. It showed no remorse for whatever it was about to do to Hermione. He dragged her into the shadows where she couldn't see anything. He grabbed her wrists. His grip was tight, and he had her pinned down with his body. She started to flip around and try to escape but his grip only grew firmer, she couldn't move an inch.
She started crying, and kept pleading and screaming. Then all of a sudden she heard the calming voice again. "Hermione. are you alright. Hermione wake up. Wake up."
She opened her eyes, and her vision was clouded from the tear. Her face was puffy around her eyes making it even harder to see into the eyes of the person who rescued her from the nightmare. "Draco."
"What happened Hermione? Are you alright?" He asked her. He actually sounded worried.
"I was patrolling the hallways. You woke me up, and told me it was time to patrol the halls and so I left. Then someone was behind me. Then I found this room, and all of a sudden." She faded off and began to cry again.
"Hey, its ok. You never left your bed. I have been in the common room the whole time. You're fine. No one came in here. Don't worry." She pulled her into his arms and tried to calm her down.
"It felt to real Draco. He grabbed my wrists." As she said this she looked them. There were bruises forming on her delicate arms. They looked strangely like fingers. Draco eyes them strangely and looked back at her.
"Your fine I swear." She looked into his eyes. She didn't know what made her do it but she wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him. First it was short, but then he drew her deeper into it. Suddenly she pulled away. She looked shocked. It almost looked like she had just committed murder. "I'm Sorry." She stood up from him and ran into the bathroom locking the door.
She examined herself in the mirror. Her wrists were bruised, and there were some scratches around her neck too. What kind of a dream causes these results. It was so real. She could feel his breath on her when he whispered to her. She collapsed on the floor. She couldn't take this. She had no idea who was after her, or if she had totally imagined it. She started to breath quick short breaths, and soon got very dizzy. She tried to calm herself, but lost the battle with consciousness completely.
The next morning Hermione woke up in her bedroom. She was still in her clothes, but tucked into bed carefully. She glanced right away at her wrists, which were bruised a lot darker than the night before. She held her head in her hands for a long time before she decided on the best course of action.. Consult the library.