Where I last left off, Hermione is just getting into bed and has fallen asleep.

--Hayzel

Hermione was pinned up against the wall by Draco Malfoy on the 3rd floor corridor. She could feel his hot breath on her face, as he leaned closer, until they were staring directly into each other's eyes.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this," and he kissed her.

Hermione, taken on by surprise tried to pull away. Why would she want this disgusting little—little—worm to kiss her?!

She pulled away, and ducked under his arm. She stared at him, a look of pure hatred on her face.

"How dare you!" she shouted, charging forward, and smacking him with her right hand. With her left hand, she pointed right in his face. "Don't you ever do that again! I know you've got something to do with all these attacks—"

Suddenly, everything became foggy, and she was in a completely different set-up.

Everything around was dead quiet, and she was sitting in the very back of the library. It was getting late, and only a few people lingered to be felt under the x-ray eyes of Madame Pince, the hawk-like librarian.

The book Harry had given her (The Horror Zone) lay open at her table, and she was staring at it absentmindedly. There was something about it that she couldn't quite put her finger on…

She heard a crash, and her head jerked up from the sound, sending her back to reality. She grabbed her bag and the book, and her feet were suddenly at the source of the noise.

Between the rows of the Advanced and Beginner's Sorcery lay Madame Pince. Apparently, she had been reaching up to the top shelf on the bookcase, and they had all fallen on top of her. Blood was spattered across the floor, and was slowly leaking out in between the books that were piled on top of her.

Hermione stood there speechless, not able to cry out for help, until--.

Hermione sat bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat pouring down her face. She tore at her bed hangings, and wrenched them apart to see the gray, snowy, sky out of her window. She wrenched at her bed hangings, and pulled them apart, breathing hard. She tried to steady herself as she turned to sit on the edge of her bed.

She put her head in her hand, and leaned over, prepared to vomit all over the carpet.

I won't throw up, I won't throw up, she repeated to herself over and over again in her head.

She squeezed her eyes shut, as she tried to remember what she had seen in her dreams. Something about Madame Pince and Draco Malfoy… It had been one of the strangest dreams that she had never had. She had never dreamed about Malfoy or deaths or anything like that. It was strange how she had suddenly started.

The only thing she could remember was sitting in the corner of the library, staring as though transfixed at that little book.

So, do you like it? I plan on actually making something happen soon, as well as interaction with some other characters. Stay tuned!

--Hayzel