A/N: Hi everyone. Uh… I would've updated sooner but I've been having family problems, I think my friend hates me, and my best friend went to Florida for 3 weeks so I have no one to complain to. But anyway, thanks so much for the reviews. I feel so special right now… but it's like twelve in the morning here so ignore me if this chapter sucks. I just wanted to get it done before I forget what I'm planning. Enough ranting.
Disclaimer: I think you know =(
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She blacked out. For how long she didn't know, but long enough to tell that they were gone. She rolled over onto her stomach and winced as her cuts scraped the ground. She glanced around herself and found a nearby stump that she could use to push herself up.
Once up, Hermione stumbled toward her house, which was still barley visible in the darkness. She made sure to avoid tree roots and things of that sort as she tentatively made her way back home. She was limping, which slowed her down, but she finally made it out of the woods. She was gasping for air and trying to ignore her body's screams of pain.
Taking a moment to observe her surroundings she noticed that the clouds had disappeared and the moon now lighted her way. It was haughtily quiet and one of the back windows to her house was shattered. Hermione walked up to that window, observing the large shards that still remained.
Deciding not to go through there she made her way towards the sliding glass door a few feet away. Locked. Her mother must've seen them coming and locked the door. She knew she shouldn't go in. She didn't want to. She was afraid of what she would find.
She had to. Hermione thought about her parents, whom were both still inside. At least she hoped they were. Feeling fatigued she struggled toward the window. Hermione collapsed grabbing for the windowpane but accidentally let her hand rest on the shard of glass.
She pulled back instantaneously and let out a small gasp as blood poured from her freshest wound. She tore a piece of cloth off her already tattered shirt and tried to stop the bleeding. Once satisfied she knocked out the rest of the shattered glass and rather ungracefully clambered into her fathers office.
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~*~Hermione~*~
My eyes snapped open and I gasped in pain. I glanced down at the source only to see blood gushing from my hand. Great. Something else caught my attention. The position I was in was strange. My leg was halfway out a broken window, my own doing of course, and I was in the middle of hoisting myself out.
I climbed, or fell… which ever you prefer, back into wherever I was. Wait. Where was I? I stood up and took a long good look around the corridor. Something is wrong about that. Um… Oh yes, I remember now! I'm not aloud out of the hospital wing.
I took a look out the window. Oh my God. I was about to propel myself out of a sixth story window. How did I get up here? Sleepwalking? That could be it. But Hermione Granger does not sleepwalk. At all.
But how else would I explain breaking out of the hospital wing and traveling four floors upwards only to break a window and (if seen from someone else) try to kill myself? I sunk down the wall, bringing my knees close to my chest and resting my head on them. You ever get that feeling like someone's watching you? Yea… that's how I feel now. I could feel eyes on me, trying to tell me something.
Then I heard cackling. It ruined the moment. I felt the eyes disappear and the secret messages they were trying to send me went along with them. Crap. That infernal noise…it's very bothersome. I know that laugh. I know it, but I can't concentrate. I'm too hungry.
"Well what is this? A wee student out in the darkest hours of the night? Oh, a prefect none the less." Ah, there we go. Peeves.
"Huh?" It was all I could say. I focused on him for a minute. Too hungry. I haven't eaten in days.
"Potty Wee Potter's little friend, aren't ya?" He cackled again at the look on my face as he started doing cartwheels around my head.
"Do you mind!?"
"Naughty, Naughty. Raising your voice. You could wake up the students. Was that your goal? It didn't work."
"GO AWAY!"
"I guess it
was your goal. Let me help." He cleared his throat.
"Peeves… I'm warning you.
Don't do it." I felt the eyes watching
me again. Peeves opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, obviously getting ready
to scream at the top of his lungs.
"THERE ONCE WAS A MAN NAMED…"
That was all he got out. I don't know what made me do it but I attacked him. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to get in trouble. Besides, he was right in front of my face. He asked for it.
He went flying into a wall, literally. I guess he went to go complain to the Bloody Baron. I let out a laugh. An evil one if I do say so myself. Then something else caught my eye. Can't anyone be alone in the middle of the night anymore? Really…
"What the bloody hell was that?" Draco Malfoy spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. Fear? What? What did I do?
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~*~Draco~*~
I hate being a prefect. I absolutely cannot stand it. I would have turned down the position if it weren't for Luscious. (A/N: Yes I know it's not spelled right. Luscious is so much better.) Not like it matters anymore. That stupid git is still in Azkaban. That was the only thing Potty was good for. Stupid Potty and his stupid scar and his stupid friends. Honestly, if you were that close to death so many times don't you think that it's a sign that you should just give up and die? I hate him… and Weasel and Mudblood.
Speaking of the Mudblood, it was her turn to do rounds tonight. But no… be a little gimp and pass out… then leave Draco to do all the work. It's ok, I don't mind. And that's where I am now. Patrolling the castle at one in the morning. Why me?
It's not like anyone is stupid enough to come out at this hour. With the exception of Potty. Not unless you want detention with Snape. That is truly horrible. I think I'll just have one more go around the castle before I go back to my dorm.
I was on the sixth floor when I heard the unmistakable laughter of Peeves the Poltergeist. I dismissed it and started to walk the opposite way as to avoid trouble. Then I heard her… Granger.
But I couldn't have been Granger. I saw her this morning in the hospital wing. She was all bloodied up. There is no way Madame Pomfrey would allow her out, especially at this hour. I'll check it out, just incase.
Sure enough, as I got closer the voices grew louder and I could see Granger and Peeves quite clearly. I stopped once I was in perfect seeing distance. Peeves was just getting ready to scream. Like a normal person would have done I put my hands over my ears and awaited the ranting. I kept my eyes open however, and saw that same red glow starting to form in Granger's eyes.
What I saw next shocked even me to the point of fear. Peeves was leaning close to Granger and screaming in her face. Granger let out what sounded like a growl and in one swift movement jumped up from her spot on the floor and violently swung a clenched fist at Peeves. Her hand connected with his head and he went flying across the corridor and through the wall. Then Granger started laughing. Laughing like a mad woman!
It was then I noticed that the bandages she had on just this morning were gone. The only thing to even distinguish that she had been hurt was the small scars on her arms. My eyes traveled down to her hand, which was covered in blood. Further down at her feet was glass. I didn't notice it before, but know the broken window behind her was dreadfully obvious. She stopped laughing and snapped her head towards me. Her expression was cold like mine usually is and the red glow was still there.
" What the bloody hell was that?" I tried to hide the confusion and fear, but I don't think it worked. She stared at me for a moment, the glow slowly dissolving from her eyes along with the coldness.
"Huh?" Wow… Granger is pretty dumb.
"You… you attacked Peeves."
"So?"
"What's wrong with you? You can't just go around growling and taking peoples heads off!"
"What are you talking about? I did nothing of the sort."
"Uh, yeah you did."
"I certainly did not!" She looked highly offended, if not a bit disturbed. It was then that it occurred to me she really didn't know what she did. She continued when she saw the look on my face. "All I did was push him out of my way."
"Sure." She was about to retort but I changed the subject. "What happened to the window?"
"Uh…" She glanced at it then at her hand. Her reply was unsure. "I broke it."
"Why?"
"Sleepwalking."
"Ha! You're such a loser, Granger!"
"Shut up!"
"Hey, I could get you into trouble for being out after hours."
Her face fell. "Malfoy, can you walk me back to the hospital wing?"
"And why would I do that?"
"So I won't get in trouble. Plus if you don't I'll tell people that you attacked me."
"I did not attack you."
"I know that, and you know that, but do you think the Professors know that?" She had me there. Damn.
"Fine." We started walking. The walk was long… and boring. Granger is a very boring person. Besides that I felt like we were being watched. Once on the second floor I sped up my pace. The faster I get rid of Granger the better.
We both stopped as we neared the hospital doors. One of the doors was hanging by the bottom hinge. We sprinted up to the double doors and tried to open the door that wasn't broken. It was no use. That door was locked.
"How about pushing the broken one down?" It was a brilliant suggestion, or at least I thought so, seeing as how I came up with it.
"Don't be stupid," she said while giving me a warning look. "It'll make too much noise. Besides, this gap is big enough for us to go through."
"I knew that," I said while studying the door. She was right. Because of the broken hinge the door was tilted backwards, allowing us to climb through. She went first. Then me. Before I got a chance to look around I looked at Granger. She was staring in horror at the scene before her. I turned my head slowly. I was afraid of what I would see. I almost fell over at the sight before my eyes.
A few of the bed curtains were torn with their sheets scattered all over the floor. Bottles that were placed by Granger's bed stand were now shattered and colors of all kinds were splayed on the floor and walls. On her bed were the bloody and torn bandages that she had had on earlier. In the middle of it all was Madame Pomfrey, her body in an unnatural position and a medicine tray broken by her side.
"Granger," my voice was hesitant and I didn't take my eyes off of the unmoving nurse, " why do I have a feeling that this wasn't a break in?"
"Because…" There was a pause in which the tension was so thick I wanted to scream. "Because I think that it was me. I did this."
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A/N: Well? Do you like it? I've decided to write in other people's P.O.V because it's just so easier that way. Another thing: I put Peeves in here because he hardly ever gets credit. I just thought he deserved a little attention. Do you agree? And BTW, incase you don't get it Hermione doesn't realize when she gets out of control. So… yeah. Comments? Suggestions? I take them all! Thanks. And I don't know the next time I'll update… During Holiday break, though. "Family problems." Hope you understand. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!
