Author's Notes: Oh yeah, like I would ever make this story longer than it is. I want to keep you guys in suspense. You know me I'm evil.
Draco and Blaise would've married you all… if only this fic gets more reviews… :hint:hint:
Disclaimer: If I own Harry Potter, I would be filthy rich. But I'm not, am I?
Dedication: This chapter is also dedicated to my new Beta, HgBookworm. I wish you all the luck with... you know.
Chapter Four: Calling
"Hermione…"A hooded figure came her way and drew abony finger, reaching out to touch her. In the darkness, she didn't see it clearly, but the figure held her possessively andwasn't planning to let go. His fingers felt cold against her feverish, hot skin. She shivered underhis cold touch.
"Please," she pleaded. "I beg you to release me from this torment."
The figure loosened its grip. "And what do I get in return?"
"Anything that I can give, I will."
"I want your life…"
Hermione awoke with a start. Sweat dripped down her cold forehead and her arms were stretched as if trying to reach out for something that wasn't there. She looked around the room and saw her roommates sound asleep. She groggily glanced outside and saw the moon was still there, giving them enough light to see into the darkness.
She sighed warily. Another night, another nightmare and yet, why does this night seem different?
"Hermione?" a petite voice startled her from her thoughts. "Why are you up? It'sonly three in the morning."
"Ginny," she said softly. "I think… I need some counseling."
Ginny yawned. "If you say so, but please go back to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." And then there was silence.
Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe the tears that started to form, and yawned. Ginny was right. She'll just have to talk to her in the morning. She stretched and huddled against the soft, inviting covers of her bed.
She dreamt of black silk sheets and blood stained mirrors.
It was another day, like any other day with Draco in the past.
Hermione was trying to avoid Draco as much as possible. He was still after her. She could tell from the way he looked at her in Potion's class. He glared at her from across the Great Hall at lunch.
"Psst," Harry tried to get her attention. "Why is Malfoy looking at you like that?"
"Yeah," Ron agreed while stuffing a muffin inside his awaiting mouth. "He's looking at you like he's planning something devious."
"Which is always true," Harry added. "But this is different."
"Why is it different?" She asked, while buttering her bread. "He's always been like that."
"No," Ron shook his head. "Me and Harry were always the ones that he antagonized. He only includes you on a rare occasion."
Harry nodded his head. "Ron is right. Something's up."
"Oh, that is absolute poppy-cock." Hermione took a bite from her bread. "He's just…"
And all she saw was darkness.
"Have you decided yet?" The same voice from last night said.
What was happening? Who was this person… or thing? Why does he keep on bugging me in my most vulnerable state?"Please, give me time," I heard myself say. "It's hard to say goodbye."
"Because you still haven't," the voice of the thing echoed.
"Hermione," Harry shook her awake. "Wake up!"
Ron was panicking. He got a cold glass of water and poured it over her head. Horrified, he realized what he had just done. He apologized furiously at Hermione's still unconscious form.
"Shut it, Ron," Harry hissed. "Get Madam Pomfrey!"
Hermione's eyes went wide.
"NO!" She suddenly started to cough. "I'm fine!"
"You are certainly not," Harry whispered. "Now, let's get you up to her."
"I told you, Harry," Hermione started to sit upright, "I'm FINE!"
Harry looked at her in concern and Hermione couldn't help but smile at him weakly. "Nothing's wrong, Harry. I just had a black out. Nothing to be concerned about."
"If you say so," Harry was frowning. "Just be sure that you are."
"I am," She smiled reassuringly athim. "Now, where were we?"
Don't forget our deal, Hermione…
Hermione froze. She heard the voice again, now in consciousness.
"Hermione?" Ron said. "You seem pale."
"Yeah," Harry nodded his head. "Are you really that sure that you don't want to go to the infirmary?"
"We're just concerned," Ron added.
"I'm fine, guys, no need to fuss." She said, feeling a bit odd.
"Well, it's time for class anyway." They stood up and went towards their class, Potions.
"We have that class with the Slytherins again," Ron whined. "We already have classes with them in Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures and Potions."
Hermione kept silent.
"Yeah!" Harry chided. "It's just unfair."
"What do you think, Hermione?"
"I think that I need some time for myself, guys." She stopped walking.
Harry and Ron blinked confused.
"I'll just see you in the common room."
And she went on her way.
"Hey, mate," Ron said. "Something's wrong if she's going to skip classes."
"She never skips classes, Ron."
Ron's brows furrowed. "Bloody hell… what do you think is wrong with her?"
Harry pursed his lips. "I… don't know. She doesn't tell us anything anymore."
Ron walked forth. "You do know we have to ask her about it sometime."
"I know."
End Note: Writer's block is evil. I should have written my ideas down so I wouldn't forget it. Argh, creativity is such a fickle thing. I'm really sorry if this one was crappy. I'll make the next chapter longer and put all the other details there. Exams week is finally over! Woot woot.
Reviews please.
Draco: I told you from the last chapter that she'll write bloody murder...
Hermione: Y-you... you bribed her!
Draco: No, I didn't. (Tries to look innocent)
Hermione: Let's see who gets the last laugh.
Draco: ... Hah hah?
