I'm going to try to type up a chapter before going to bed. Anyway, I'm going to keep typing (and writing in my almost full notebook that I have been carrying everywhere with me for the past 3 months) and posting as fast as I can.
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Chapter 15
Rude Awakenings and Fearful Dreams
I walked into the Great Hall, then immediately left. I was too damn tired to deal with Pansy's shit and the weird looks from the other Slytherins. I headed for the common room and my soft bed. I needed sleep, badly. The sight I saw right after entering the portrait was not welcome. Potter and some random girl were very busy on the couch. I shook his head and stomped very loudly up the stairs. As I walked down the short hall, I heard Potter behind me saying 'What the Fu*k? (A/N: Censored for the WB HP site where this is also posted) I smirked and turned to my thoughts. Potter was getting very close to number 3 on my Shit List. He had done something to Hermione, and oddly enough, I wasn't happy about it. I pulled off my shirt and pants, and crawled into bed in my black silk boxers. (A/N: Lovely picture, right girls? *wink*) (A/N: Dream sequence following!)
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I was standing in a dark wood paneled room. It was cold, colder than rooms were normally kept. I went to rub my arms, then realized I was under some sort of binding spell. I worked on trying to break it when I heard someone, a dark-haired girl, crying on the other side of the room. A tall figure was standing over her and yelling, but I couldn't make out the words. Then, he reached down and pulled her to her feet and kissed her forcefully. She pulled away and he yelled again. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her against him and kissed her again. She started crying harder and pulling away. Then, the tall figure lost his temper. He slapped her cheek, hard. I somehow heard the noise, even through the odd haze that surrounded me. That sound made my blood run hot and I fought whatever was holding me, and broke it. I ran across the room, and was about to grab the guys shoulder when-
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I jerked away. My room was dark. I must have slept away most of the day. But that wasn't the most pressing concern right now. The girl looked like Hermione. She was in trouble. I grabbed a robe and yanked it over my head as I ran down the stairs and out the portrait, running towards the infirmary, fear spurring me on. I ran into the infirmary and stopped short. Her bed was empty.
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