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Chapter 2: Dream or Not?

"Do you think it's okay to wake her up yet?" Hermione heard whispers, but they made no sense at all. She thought back for a moment. Why was she here? She couldn't think...she was too weak.

She slowly lifted her up head and blinked. Harry and Ron were seated across from her bed. She was in the hospital wing. "What am I doing here?" She asked them.

"I'm not sure what happened. You were fidgeting around when this yellow light hit you and you just kind of fell over..." Harry replied, afraid that something would happen again. Ron hadn't made a noise.

"Ow!" She looked at her arm and noticed the cut that she had found on the train.

"Madam Pomfrey tried to get rid of the scar, but she says that its impossible." Harry spoke again, scaring Hermione, as she didn't realize he was watching her.

Hermione was still extremely confused... She looked around, as if an explanation would suddenly jump out at her. She heard a faint groan, and turned to her right to see Malfoy waking up in his bed. What's he doing here?, she thought.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, you should lie down if you don't want that cut that to get worse.", Madam Pomfrey said, as she handed another sick patient a cup of foul-smelling potion. Malfoy paid no attention to these words and stretched his arms out wide.

"Oww!" Malfoy yelled. He took a look at his arm, which had a scar on it. Hermione looked closer and saw that his scar matched hers perfectly. What the heck?, she thought.

She was distracted from her thoughts when Harry said, "We should go to class now...Sorry, we'll visit you tomorrow!" And Harry and Ron both left without another word.

"Malfoy, how'd you get that scar?" She asked.

"What's it to you, mudblood?" He narrowed his eyes.

Chosing to ignore his insult, Hermione said, "Because I have the exact same one on my arm." She showed it to him.

Frowning, Malfoy looked at her arm and then back to his several times. The comprehension dawned on his face as she realized they matched.

"I don't know how you got it...but my father-" He cut off quickly, afraid he would reveal too much.

"You were saying...?" Hermione prompted.

"Nothing, alright?! I have better things to do than to talk to worthless Mudbloods who show-off!" Malfoy yelled and shut the curtains around his bed.

Weird, Hermione thought. Maybe it was a curse of some kind...or maybe somebody entered their dreams? But they really weren't dreams, just visions... Never mind that now, she told herself, she would ask somebody tomorrow...but who?

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Draco Malfoy sat on his bead, thinking. Did Granger know? No, she couldn't know... Maybe it was just a coincidence she had the same scar on her arm. Malfoy reached in his pocket and found his parent's wedding picture. They looked so happy. Narcissa was smiling and holding on to her husband's shoulders. Lucius was smiling and waving at the photographer. Draco's smile hardened as he thought of the torture and abuse he and Narcissa went through from his father.

He shuddered for a moment, then revisted his lastest memory...

*2 months earlier*

"How dare you insult my lord!" Lucius Malfoy screamed at Draco as he threw Draco on the floor.

"I didn't i-insult himm.. I have a very high respect for him." Draco trembled.

"DON'T LIE! I know you hate him, I know you wish he would die!" Lucius took out his wand and muttered the Cructious Cruse.(AN: Sorry if I spelled that wrong!)

Draco screamed and withered on the floor, waiting for the pain to end. But maybe it never would...

*Back to the present*

'No, Malfoy, forget about it' Draco thought to himself.

But what about those visions he and Granger had? He'd seen his father perform that curse on innocent muggles for fun. It was called the Torturius Curse, used to let Voldemort haunt the nightmares of a chosen person, to cause them pain in their dreams and in real life. Most of the time, the curse ended up killing the victim.

Deep in his heart, he told himself to tell somebody...a teacher, perhaps. But if his father found out, he would kill Draco for sure. No, Draco decided, I won't tell anybody. Not even Granger. But what if she figured it out by herself?

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