Chapter 5: A Dream and A Picture
A/N: Many people got mad at me in the last chapter because of Hermione putting aside Ginny's nervousness. I would like to tell you that there is a reason why she did this and that it shall be explained later in this chapter.
Hermione climbed slowly into her bed with a heavy sigh. Today had been a very stressful day and her friends had been acting really strange.
'But they wouldn't have lied to me about something like Draco cheating on me... they're my best friends, they just wouldn't do it.' Hermione thought to herself. Pushing that thought to the back of her head, Hermione turned on her side beneath the covers and fell asleep, only to be watched by a mysterious figure with long black hair outside her window.
When he was sure Hermione was dead asleep, the 6-foot-tall longhaired man stepped quietly over the windowsill and into the dark room. Quietly tiptoeing to the bedside table on the other side of the room, the man placed a picture on top of Hermione's diary. Soon after placing the picture in place, the man placed something inside of a box in Hermione's closet and then quietly climbed back out through her window and out of sight.
Not long after the mysterious man left, Hermione woke with a start, a single tear dripping down her cheek. She flopped her hand on to the bedside table to grab her diary and grabbed both that, and the picture that had been placed on top of it.
"Who could have taken this? And when could they have put it here?" Hermione asked herself as she scanned the picture from her second year of Hogwarts. It was of her, Ron, and Harry in the girl's lavatory, making the pollyjuice potion.
She carefully set the picture down on her bed at her side and opened her diary to a fresh new page, and started writing.
Dear Diary,
I had that dream again... the one where I walked in on Draco and Ginny. And guess what? I woke up crying... again. But there was something new I noticed in my dream this time that I had never really paid attention to in the past. Draco had an evil glint in his eye, along with a bit of satisfaction. I mean, sure, Draco has ALWAYS had that look, but when I looked deep into his eyes, they weren't his. I mean, they were HIS, but at the same time they weren't. They had a certain familiarity about them... but I can't place my finger on whose eyes they looked like. I'll get back to you later when my head's straight.
-Mia
A/N: Sorry it's so short but if I get 5 more reviews I'll post the next chapter. (I already have it typed up!!! :) )