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HERMIONE'S POV :

To my relief, potions was finally over. I grabbed all my books, stuffed them in my bag, did a little weight-lifting charm and rushed out of the room.
The vision was replaying itself as clearly as ever once I reached History class. The bright green flash made me shudder inwardly; but I remained expressionless.
In my vision I had almost seen death – but that wasn't what puzzled or played in my mind the most. What I really want to know is why the hell had I been with Malfoy and why he had tried to save me. It wasn't such a big deal or anything, a human saving one of its own species and all, but still...
"Please take out your History of Magic text books and turn to page 188...," said Professor Binns, interrupting me from my thoughts.
I sighed and did as told. Never in my life had I wanted to take a sick day off this badly...

Lunch today was slightly a tension for me. When I arrived at the Slytherin table to eat, everybody (Except for Malfoy and Rowe) there was smirking smugly at me. They had a glint in their eye that seemed to mean that something excitingly nasty was happening.
"What the f--- are they all so damn smug about?" I hissed to Rowe after a few minutes of eerie smirks. It was weird. They weren't supposed to act superior with me! I was supposed to act superior with THEM!
Rowe gave me a concerned look. "You didn't know?" he spoke. "There are rumors that Blaise Zambini is going to kill you tonight in the Astronomy Tower, Hermione!"
I snorted. The f--- they're going to kill me. With one blink of an eye, I can send them hurling into Oblivion.
"Hermione, be serious here!" said Rowe again. "Blaise Zambini is the third most powerful wizard in Hogwarts! You can get seriously injured, Hermione!"
I rolled my eyes. "Zambini may be the third best wizard here, but I'm the first best witch! You don't suppose the first best witch can beat the third best wizard, do you?" I said, smirking slightly.
"Hermione! Can you please just stop this?" pleaded Rowe. He looked dead serious. "You're my friend and I don't want you to get hurt, alright? You've already made enemies with Blaise and Pansy, don't make enemies with the rest of the Slytherins as well!"
"And why ever not?" I said stubbornly. Just because Rowe's a friend, DOESN'T mean he has any right to tell ME what to do. "I can do whatever I want, Arcentosh! You don't control me!"
Rowe, who was just about to speak up before me, shut his mouth. He had a hurt look on his face and it didn't help in boosting my coldness. I felt guilty.
I sighed, signaling that I give up. "Rowe... sorry...," I muttered. "I got a little carried away there. I just... well, it's been long since I've had a real friend. I tend to act nasty to defend myself."
"But why, 'Mione?" said Rowe, staring at me with deep concerned blue eyes. If I had the chance, I would have like a nice long swim in his eyes... it was like a swimming pool filled with water that forever sparkled. "Why must you try to hide who you are?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; trying real hard not to blow. Rowe was a good friend, but this is too personal. He mustn't know about this yet... it's too early. "I... can't... talk... about... it...," I muttered, hoping that Rowe would understand.
He did in fact and it pleased me so. "So, about tonight, what are you going to do about Blaise? Are you still going to battle him?"
I nodded, a look of determination set on tonight. "Yes," I said, clear and strong it sounded. "I've still got a bone to pick with him... and I won't rest easy until I rip him off his skin..."

That night, while the stars were twinkling brightly outside my window, I slipped out of bed, grabbed a cloak and walked out of the Head Dormitory.
The passageway floor was wet and rather cold beneath my bare feet, but that's the way I liked it in Oblivion. It was always so hot in there, so I needn't anything for warmth other than a light cloak.
Portraits stared sleepily down at me from the walls, some even asked me where I was going, but I remained silent and walked on.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A faint clicking sound followed from behind me. I stopped and strained my neck to see who it was. It was only the shadows floating around the corner. I shivered from the cold and shrugged the cloak further up on my shoulders. If I don't make it to Oblivion, and fast, then I'd probably freeze to death. Why's it so cold in here? Its like someone charmed the place so students won't creep out at night.
Mental note to myself, never walk out of the dormitory in the middle of the night with only a nightgown and thin cloak.
I shivered again and decided that I should hurry up a bit.

I arrived at the Astronomy Tower with no trouble (Except for that little Filch incident. Thankfully Peeves was there). Unbuttoning my cloak, I reached for my wand, shivered, and walked inside.
"So, Mudblood... you've arrived after all...," a voice greeted me. I knew through experience that Zambini was trying to scare me into chickening out. Hmph! I'll show him.
"Hello, Zambini. Pleasant night, isn't it?" I said; voice barely above a whisper but as poison as ever. He's not the only one with tricks up his sleeves.
Zambini snorted, walked over to me, and pushed me against a wall.
Against my control, a groan of pain escaped my lips. It's not like I've never experienced these kind of things before, but the wall, the floor, and even Zambini's hand was cold. I needed to escape... to return to safety... I needed Oblivion.
"Does it hurt Mudblood? The perfect little teacher's pet of a Mudblood, hurt?" taunted Zambini, pressing he's hand to my neck. "I bet you've never been hurt before than, eh? Well, there's a first time for everything!"
Zambini's hands locked around my small neck; like a man ready to chop the head of an animal. – but what Zambini didn't know, is that I'm not just any animal. I'm a tiger – a hungry tiger ready to pounce on its prey.
I grinned wickedly – which took Zambini by surprise – and closed my eyes; picturing Oblivion and all the power I'd have there.
The familiar sensation came to me again. The colour drained from my skin – making me turn as pale as a ghost, my insides burned, and the cold I've experienced a few minutes ago were replaced with hell-like heat. But something weird happened – something that only happened once before. Instead of feeling completely burnt, my finger tips and toes were as frozen as ice. I immediately realized what happened. An unwanted presence had followed me into Oblivion again, and I think I knew who that unwanted person was...

The air felt hot, like all the water vapor had evaporated from it. Sweat rolled down every fiber of my skin. The ground felt hot under my bare feet; like burning charcoal. Even so, my finger tips and toes were as solid and frozen as ice. I sighed... at least the colour of Oblivion was still the same. I don't think I could live with it being any colour other than this.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Same sound I heard before, but instead of passing it by as a shadow, I rolled my eyes and realized it was Malfoy's expensive Italian leather shoes.
"Malfoy... enough of this... just come out, a------," I said lazily. I hated these "Hide-and-Seek" games.
Just as I expected, Malfoy walked out of the shadows; surprisingly shivering and frosted. "H-how c-c-can you s-s-survive i-in this c-c-c-cold, G-Granger??" he said, after a slight sneeze.
I frowned at him. What cold? It was burning hell in here. "Here," I said, offering my cloak to him. "I don't need it. It's burning in here."
Malfoy gave me a quizzical look, but swung the cloak over his body anyways.
"Why are you here again, Malfoy?" I sighed, ready for an explanation. Malfoy had once again interrupted me from beating the shit out of Blaise Zambini. What was he? My bodyguard?!
Malfoy shrugged (Which looked difficult under all those clothes he's wearing) and advanced too me – still shivering and kind of blue. "Don't mind me, Granger...," he said, shoving his hand into his pockets. "I'm not your bodyguard, and I wasn't hired to protect you. You want to get yourself killed over a silly thing Zambini said – then go ahead."
I smirked – ignoring the sarcasm in his voice. "Alright, Malfoy," I said. "I will."
Malfoy stood his ground as I walked over too Zambini. Staring down at he's petrified form on the ground, I felt no pity towards Zambini.
He asked for it... the nasty voice in my head hissed. I smirked; not bothering to argue with my devil side. He did want a fight, did he not?
"Awaken...," I mumbled to Zambini. I didn't know why, but as if on instinct, I bent down and let some hot breath escape my lips – thus hitting Zambini (My breath hit Zambini, not me).
Zambini's eyes fluttered a bit before he let them settle themselves on me. He's brown eyes specked anger and confusion; but he only showed the anger. "Where the h--- am I, Mudblood?!" he yelled, once he realized that we weren't in the Astronomy tower anymore. "I-is this some idea of an ambush?! Just so I'd go out with you?!"
I rolled my eyes. Boy was he a bright one (I'm being sarcastic, please).
"Well, think again, Mudblood!" said Zambini, jumping up to he's feet to scare me. I wasn't scared... "I would NEVER date you! MUDBLOOD FILTH!'
Again I rolled my eyes at him.
"The f--- with you!" shouted Zambini, annoyance clearly getting to him. He balled his left hand into a fist, and landed a punch on my cheek.
I didn't care. This was Oblivion. He was supposed to be afraid, not me.
Zambini let a few more punches and kicks at me. I didn't feel a thing – only the heat of Oblivion made me flinch (But due to familiarity, it didn't bother much). "You like that, Mudblood?!" said Zambini, grinning nastily at me. "'Cause that's what you get for embarrassing me at breakfast this morning!" Zambini raised his fist again, but just a second before it made contact with my guts –
"Stop it, Zambini!"
Zambini froze at the sound of Malfoy's voice. He lowered his fist and stared at Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" he said, bewildered.
"I'm stopping you from hurting her anymore, that's what," spoke Malfoy in reply for Zambini's question. "Now quit it."
Malfoy stretched an arm out in front of me. "Come on, Granger," he said. "Fight's over. You're losing anyways."
I rolled my eyes and took Malfoy's hand, timidly getting up. "First rule in the book, Malfoy," I said, rather lazily. "Let the enemy get a say in first. He can't get one if he is dead, you know."
Zambini snorted. "What's up with you, Malfoy?" said Malfoy. I shut up, knowing he was directing his attention to Malfoy now. "You used to be a real Slytherin! Now you're... going soft"
"I'm not turning soft," said Malfoy inaudibly. But I heard him. He sounded somewhat dejected. Did Malfoy turn soft? Why? "You just... it's not right to hurt a girl, you know." – for me?
Zambini laughed loudly. "Not right?!" coughed Zambini, still shaking in laughter. "How would YOU know what's not right, Malfoy? You're the one who kicks first and second years, dates every girl in Hogwarts, HITS GIRLS when you're pissed! Why the f--- can't I hit this, Mudblood?!"
I cringed slightly. He made me sound like a filthy dog. I felt like strangling him, but knowing that this was Malfoy's business; I shut up.
"You know what?" said Malfoy, buttoning the collar of my cloak. "I was just trying to help you. But... since you insist... Granger," Malfoy called, turning to me. He spoke my name so calmly, that I felt a blast of fire burn through my finger tips and toes. "Go ahead. Get him."
I gave Malfoy a grateful smirk (One which Malfoy returned with he's own smirk) and threw my wand out behind me. "I wouldn't need this," I muttered to Malfoy. Malfoy gave me a quizzical look, but seemed to know I was doing the right thing anyways.
"Okay, Zambini," I said spitefully. A dark shadow loomed across me and I felt suddenly protected. "Show me what you can do."
Zambini – who was so mean and smug just minutes ago – cowered and stared at me with fearful blue-green eyes. He raised his wand, but before he could think of a powerful spell to attack me with, I pounced at him.
"You deserve this, Shit!" I hissed, throwing a side kick in his gut.
Zambini fell to the ground, yelling in pain. Blood flew out of his front like bird flying free of capture. "You... b----!" he groaned, clutching his abdomen in anguish. "Go to hell!"
"I am in hell...," I mumbled, drawing my hands out and tracing out a crude pattern with my index finger. The pattern was on instinct, as if I've been taught to do this ages ago – but I hadn't. I didn't even know about this. My hands did it automatically.
The pattern was that of a strange full moon painted in half midnight blue and the other half blood red. A large phoenix spread it's wings in front of the moon – as though protecting it against harm.
It was strange. One half of the moon (The left side) was just like my birthmark – a midnight blue half moon with half a phoenix's wing spread magnificently in front of it.
The pattern floated around above ground in front of me. I snapped my index finger together with my thumb and suddenly, the dull, lifeless pattern burned powerfully.
"AAAARGH!!!" screamed Zambini. He was in suffering by the looks of it. The pattern grew larger, and larger, blowing the life out of Zambini like a child would blow out the candles off his birthday cake – and Zambini was down to his last candle.
No! This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to show Zambini no mercy, but I wasn't supposed to kill him. That was just cruel. I shared a frantic look with Malfoy and out of panic, I jumped through the pattern I made.
A groan of agony escaped my lips. Everything suddenly felt too loud, too fast, too disturbing. An ear-splitting scream released itself out of my mouth (Which was suffering to open). My body felt queasy, numb, aching and burning. I fell to the ground, almost lifeless.

DRACO'S POV :

My body suffered a painful blow at the very same moment Granger passed through the full moon pattern. I felt burnt, frozen, aching, numb and just plain hurt. Tears of anguish burned down my cheeks. My ears were frozen, almost unreal. My man ran from "Aaargh!!" to "SHIT!!", everything seemed wrong, cruel, mean, painful...
Then, Granger let out an ear-piercing scream – one which startled me from my little "Moment".
I ran towards Granger, hoping badly she would be alright. "HERMIONE!" I shouted, gripping her shoulders and shaking it roughly. I didn't mean to hurt her anymore, but I was frantic here! "Please g-get up!"
Hermione... er... Granger's eyes fluttered. "You... said my name...," she muttered before passing out.
I stared at her pale, lifeless form. Knowing nothing about healing, I picked her up and let her rest in my arms. Although this was a very critical moment and wasn't at all the time for my hormones to kick in, it did. She looked so peaceful and angelic in my arms. It was like, the big empty space in my life was suddenly filled. Her small body melted perfectly with mine.
I gulped and wondered what I should do with Zambini. But this was more important than any stupid Slytherin like Zambini – this was for Hermione Granger. And it was up to me to help her.
I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on getting Granger to safety. Then, with a woosh of breeze around me, Oblivion disappeared from my sight, only to be replaced with Life.

I returned to life, suddenly out of breath and sweaty. Although I was weak and burdened, I refused to release Herm... uh... Granger from my arms. I suddenly forgot about my pains and hugged Granger closer to my body, running swiftly out of the Astronomy tower.
"Meow!" something soft and furry meowed around my feet.
Oh no... not you, not NOW!
"What is it, my Precious?" croaked Filch's voice, walking up to the Astronomy tower. "Ooh... a student passed curfew, is it, Precious? YES! Now to hand you in to Dumbledore, yes, Preciousss?? Yess... yess...!!"
I groaned, wondering why on earth these kind of things had to happen at the worst of times. Muttering accursed words, I followed Filch grudgingly towards Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore's circular office came into view. I usually came here to report some difficult student to him, but this time, I was the difficult student.
"Hold on!" said Filch, shoving me down on a chair. "Who's that, eh, Precious? One of your little snogs, eh? Well, I must say, although it is not of any business of mine, you two make an unexpected couple. Wouldn't have imagined.'
I clenched my teeth furiously. SNOG? I had done nothing of the sort! I was merely taking Granger to the Hospital Wing! How could he have thought of that?! I hugged Granger closer to me, almost choking her for being too close. Thankfully she had passed out.
Suddenly, not to my surprise, Dumbledore appeared it the room. "Thank you, Filch," he said to Filch. "I shall take it from here."
Filch nodded and walked out of the room, not before grinning wickedly at me of course. Stupid obsessed freak.
"Now, Filch tells me you've been, er, making personal contact with Miss Granger in the Astronomy tower at night," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling. "Might I ask for your say in of the story?"
I opened my mouth to tell him about Zambini, but then I remembered, that would get Granger in trouble.
"I... uh... pulled Granger into the Astronomy tower for a battle," I lied, trying to look disgusted in having Granger in my arms. "She refused to follow me, so I cast a spell on her."
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore. "Drop Miss Granger off at the Hospital Wing and be prepared for 3 weeks of detention with Professor Snape."
I restrained myself from groaning, nodded, and walked slowly out of Dumbledore's office.
"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy...,"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face Dumbledore.
"Come to me anytime you decide to speak out the truth," he said, eyes twinkling.

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