This is a Hermione/Draco fic, but it's not really romance, pretty much adventure/horror. Read the following poem to get an overview of the story! (I plan on making a story like this with my own characters, so please note that this is my HP Version, and if you see something like this on an original fiction site, it should be me!)

Welcome to the horror zone,
where your fears are unveiled,
turning you cold as stone,
And your lips going pale.
Your darkest secrets have been unleashed,
and are haunting your every move.
To stay or to go,
the answer you may never know.
The exit has come and gone,
to a way out of the fear.
Your last breath should be taken now,
because after the next step you take,
no more will be allowed.

(AN: I wrote this, and the plotline will somewhat follow this poem!)

--Hayzel

16-year-old Hermione Granger crept around the darkened corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the middle of the night, on her way to the library. The sky outside looked like a giant black blanket, and there was a light snow drifting down to the castle's grounds.

She looked around the corner before she reached the library corridor, her bushy brown hair falling into her eyes. She tiptoed quietly, until she reached a creaky floorboard.

"Oops!" she whispered hoarsely. She saw a shadow cross the hall at the end of the corridor.

"Who's there?" called the voice. It wasn't the voice of, Filch, the caretaker, but the voice of someone much younger. Possibly the voice of another student...

Hermione froze in her place, holding her breath and praying it wasn't a teacher.

"I said 'who's there?'," said the voice again, as it came closer.

Hermione once again stayed still and didn't say a word.

The figure crept out of the shadows, and came into the pool of moonlight spilling through the window beside Hermione. It was Draco Malfoy.

Hermione straightened up, seeing who the person was.

Malfoy looked at her with disgust. "Where do you think you're going?" his voice was smug.

"None of your business," said Hermione, standing up to her full height and gazing into Draco's cold, gray eyes.

She tried to walk past him, and had only gotten around him when he demanded, "I asked where you were going."

Hermione turned around, looking at him once more through her brown eyes. "And I answered you. I said 'none of your business'."

She stalked away, and left Draco standing there, the smug look wiped off his face.

"You'll pay for that smart remark you filthy little mudblood," and Hermione watched as he disappeared to his common room before she could say another word.

And he's asking where I'm going? Ha! Where was he off to this late at night? Thought Hermione, as she began tiptoeing once again into the library.

She had actually been going to sneak into the restricted section of the library to get her book. Harry had tried to help her, but he had come out with the wrong thing.

Begin Flashback---

"That's not it," said Hermione.

"What do you mean 'that's not it'?" asked Harry.

"That's not my book. That's my bracelet, but the book isn't mine," Hermione was getting slightly agitated, as she held up her charm bracelet.

"This was the only book out of place. The others were all stacked up like they should have been," replied Harry, brandishing the small, moldy looking book in front of her.

"Well, Harry, that's not my book," repeated Hermione, her chocolate brown eyes locked on his green ones.

"Then what am I supposed to do with it? It's too late to put it back," Harry told Hermione, his voice rising.

"Just-just give it to me. I'll return it tomorrow," she took the book from him not looking at his face, and went to the girls' dormitory, leaving Harry standing there, in the dim light of the common room fire.

End Flashback---

She actually had no intention of returning the book just yet. She wanted to examine it. There was something very strange about the book, and she had no idea why it would be placed in the restriction section. It had absolutely nothing to do with magic actually. It seemed like a common horror book…

She whispered Lumos, and lit her path towards the restricted section. It smelled slightly musty, and the books were stacked neatly on the shelf, a thin layer of dust settling on the area. She stared down the row, but not a single book was out of place…just like Harry had said.

Hermione silently walked to the end of the row, looking for a book by the name of "A Synopsis of Evocation". She lowered herself, slowly rubbing her finger down the spines of books, her wand still emitting light. She lowered a book called "Remedial Black Magic", which had several bookmarks sticking out of it. She opened the book, and the smell of moldy pages reached her nose, making her cough and sputter. Dust arose, as she slammed the book shut, realizing that maybe her book really wasn't there. But then where would it be? Had somebody else gotten there before her and Harry?

She decided to head back to the common room, and just as she had slipped between the sheets on her four-poster bed, a thought came to mind.

What could Draco have been doing? And with that, she fell asleep.

So, what do you think? Please leave a review so that I know somebody's actually reading, lol. The next chapter should be out soon!

--Hayzel