AN- To make up for the lateness of the last chapter, I uploaded this one this week instead of next week. The chapter is short, but it's very important. Not really. Semi important maybe. And in the last chapter, I know that it is hard to not notice Draco due to his dead sexy appearance, but Hermione was kinda preoccupied with Joey. Er… well, she thought she was preoccupied, and it's the thought that counts! Okay, Joey is imaginary. Hermione has a reason for having an imaginary friend that she thinks is real. I'm just not going to tell you what that reason is just yet. Anyways, read and REVIEW!!! If I don't get ten more reviews for this chapter, I'm going to purposely make the next chapter late! Mwahahahaha! Um… that didn't really make any sense did it?

Disclaimer: If I owned HP, I would be the richest woman in England. So why exactly would I be wasting my time on you?But, since I don't own it, you are very special to me. If you review. Now I'm rambling again, aren't I? Just read it. AND REVIEW!!!

Chapter Three- Troubled

Hermione was jolted out her slumber yet again. She clutched the sheets tightly between her fists. She still couldn't remember anything about… Wait. For the first time in nine years of nightmares, something was coming back to her. One single thing from her nightmare flashed in her mind. A pair of eerie silver eyes.

She stood up shakily and walked into the bathroom. Hermione glanced at herself in the mirror, surprised to see a gaunt, pale face staring back at her. She touched her cheek in disbelief. What had happened? She looked seriously ill. Now that she thought about it… Hermione slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

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Hermione awoke a couple hours later in a bright white room. After blinking for a few seconds, she looked around and saw the Hospital Wing. What was she doing here? She tried to sit up, only to find that she couldn't. Her body ached with the effort.

Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room. She immediately began to tell Hermione what had happened. Apparently, she hadn't been eating enough. Come to think of it, Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. The elderly nurse handed her a small plate of breakfast. She warned her that she had to take it slowly and eat small things first to get used to eating again.

Hermione was once again left alone with her thoughts. Silence claimed the room. She felt herself slipping into the black oblivion, which had claimed her last night, but she fought it and struggled to keep herself conscious. Despite her efforts, she slowly felt her eyes slide shut as darkness claimed her.

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Draco Malfoy frowned at the news. Granger was in the Hospital Wing with an eating disorder? Now he knew something was definitely wrong. Imaginary friends and eating disorders; what was next? Suicide? Nah, she seemed pretty happy; just kinda mental. Why was he bothering himself with these thoughts anyway? Who cared about her? If she died, yay! One less Mudblood contaminating the world. But something deep inside of him was convincing him to just check this out, not necessarily do anything. Just check. At least, that's what he told himself.

Draco walked down the hallway towards the Hospital Wing. To check up on one of his worst enemies. The very thought almost made him laugh. Almost.