"Hermione! Are you alright?!" I yelled through the door as it was the only thing I could do. Soon the sound stopped and it was completely silent throughout the dorm. I thought the worst. Than I heard a click, I realized that the door had unlocked by itself.
"Hermione?" I asked worriedly as I opened the door slowly as not to startle her. But she wasn't in her room, her bed was made, her books were closed. It looked as if she hadn't slept in here. I hadn't noticed that I had walked father into the room until the door shut, seemingly by itself.
"Hermione, you in here?" I got this strange feeling that I was being watched. Each step I took and turned around I felt a movement but I could not see what was making it. And than I heard a meow. Crookshanks. Hermione's cat was huddled in a corner, looking frightened.
"Come here." I called to the cat but he didn't move. What could be scaring him so? And than he hissed and something fell onto me. Grasping me holding me tightly, inhumanly tight. No matter how hard I struggled or tried to move about, whatever it was held me so close. I couldn't process thought. My face turned towards my chest in a defensive state and than I felt pressure and pain high on my left shoulder. It hurt, but with each spout of pain there was a sensual passion in it. I felt myself getting drowsy. The last thing I heard before I fainted was,
"No. You'll kill him. Stop." And than everything went into darkness.
