(Not our characters, just our imagination reeking pongy havoc… lol.. work of the day --- WHIP CRACK)

Hermione sat shivering on the bed for several minutes; she could hear Ron in the distance smashing something to the ground, she could understand why he was angry with her, after all after what she did to him last time, when she was like this, who could blame him.

Standing up slowly she made her way towards the shattered mirror, which was now hung limply on the wall, most of the pieces were still in place. Small droplets of her blood had scattered it, from where her head had hit the glass. Then looking at her own misshapen reflection, as though it too had been shattered with the mirror, the sadness, which was blackening her heart, was replaced with an even stronger emotion, rage.

Ignoring the searing pain in her head, she made her way quietly out of her bedroom, and towards the room. Deep down she knew she shouldn't be doing what she was doing; but her old self was taking control of her body again, like a disease. She had to see what was behind that door.

She tried the handle on the door, it wouldn't open. She needed her wand; but where to find it; he had taken it off her when he realized his spell was beginning to fail.

BANG! An ear quenching noise had just sounded from nearby room. BANG! There it was again, then she heard footsteps, was it him again, coming to bash her about a little more, she was starting to think he enjoyed it. Quickly, yet quietly she headed towards another room, at the other side of the corridor, the door was ajar. She just made it into the room as the door to the room where she had heard the footsteps opened.

Leaving the door open wide enough, so she could just see out into the corridor, she watched as Ron and another man, who she didn't recognize, made their way towards the room. 'If only we had some vertiserrum, then we could find out what we want to know from the filthy, mangy little cockroach' she heard Ron say, 'I've already told you Ron, we cant make it, its too dangerous, the ministry controls how much of it is made nowadays, it cant be done, I'm sorry', said the other man hesitantly, 'Yeah, yeah, I know its just it would make the job so much easier' said Ron as the two men neared the door. Hermione's eyes widened slightly as she saw Ron pull out his wand and tap the door handle, she had never seen inside that room before, she had been forbidden. The man and Ron entered the room, leaving the door wide open. She looked into the room, what she could see of it anyway.

What she did see made her gasp. No, not Ron, how could he do such a thing, to another human being. He's sick she thought, how on earth can he be so cruel and heartless, my Ron, my sweet friend, how did you become like this, I must stop you.. But, how? At Ron's feet there was a small, and weak looking figure, she could only really recognize him by his white blonde hair, Draco Malfoy.

She had heard about his disappearance for the first time six months ago, from a old copy of the daily prophet she had found in a bin, in a small village nearby, that night she had escaped from the castle for a few hours, while Ron was away. It said he had disappeared suddenly after a trip into diagon alley with his father, and that the ministry had no idea where he was, and until tonight, as far as she knew anyway no one had seen him.

'So are you going to tell me what you know about her yet, why she has become like she has?' said a cruel, cold and heartless sounding voice, which didn't belong to Ron. 'I'll die before I tell you anything!' yelled Draco, in a strangely powerful voice, which didn't sound like it should be made by someone who was obviously so weak and defenseless, what on earth have they don't to him, thought Hermione, sending shivers down her spine. 'That can be arranged you know', said Ron, laughing, 'It seems the ministry is starting to forget you ever existed, your fathers name is now a mockery, just like you once said mine was, face it Draco, they've given up on you, no-one cares about you anymore, to think I used to be slightly envious of what you had, not anymore though, because you see Draco, my point is, you might as well already be dead', said Ron, in a evil voice, which was only just louder than a whisper. 'You lying, my father would never give up on me like that, he said he'd always be there for me, stop lying to me, I cant take it anym…' there was a loud thud issued from the room, it looked as though Ron had knocked Draco out.

'What did you do that for' said the man nervously, they were outside on the corridor now, the door to the room now firmly shut, 'Because he was beginning to annoy me, I hate it when he gets into one of his hysterics, he wont tell us anything while he's like that, so theres no point in even trying, well try him again tomorrow, maybe try a different method', said Ron in a tired sort of voice, 'I'm going off to bed now I'm tired, I think ill going check on that raving lunatic first though, make sure she's not getting up to no good' continued Ron. Oh no this is all I need, what the hell am I going to do when he realizes I'm not there, he'll kill me if he knows I was near this room. 'Don't you think you'd be better off leaving it until tomorrow, I doubt she'll try anything else tonight, she's probably going off to sleep herself', said the other man, again in a nervous sort of voice. Hermione could see Ron eyeing the man quizzingly for a few seconds, then his expression turned back to normal, 'Yeah I suppose your right, ill go straight to bed, night Simon'And with that Ron turned and began walking down the corridor, away from Hermione and round the corner. The man, who Ron called Simon, seemed to be waiting for Ron to be out of eyeshot, what is he doing, then taking Hermione by surprise, he turned and headed straight towards the room where she was, oh no, what am I going to do, he was stood by the door now, but instead of coming in he remained outside it, then leaning towards the door he whispered, 'Hermione, I know your there, no, don't say anything, just listen to me.. Meet me in the courtyard tomorrow night, when he has gone to bed, and I will tell you everything you need to know', and without another word the man turned and walked away, in the opposite direction where Ron had gone.

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