AN: MY COMPUTER IS BEING AN EVIL BITCH! It's seriously dying on me… it sucks. Oh, from now on these chapters are being written by my sister… who has some serious skills with a story!

"Trouble always goes to one who can fix it." Case Closed

Blue gray eyes fluttered open staring tiredly into the distant space above them. Draco stared at the ceiling for a full five minutes while getting his body functioning after his nap before he realized there should have been a green cloth covering his bed. Sitting up he looked around his breath coming out choked through his closed throat.

The silken green cloth was torn with gashes that seemed only from claws. The mattress itself was ripped open save the spot he had been laying in. The furnishings on the wall were scratched but were magically healing themselves as he watched. Draco pushed himself out of bed rather weakly and stared at where he had been laying moments before. Silver green scales littered the bed coating it and giving the mattress a shiny look, almost like unicorn blood.

Draco backed up into the bathroom and closed and locked the door, Dumbledore's warning notice running through his head as well as the whispered rumors.

Dragons… fire…

Silver scales, red eyes.

"Have you heard? There's a dragon loose in Hogsmade."

Give up... you can't win… Draco….

Draco whimpered slightly as the phrases repeated over in his head in almost a mocking tone. He clamped his hands to his head and sunk onto his knees feeling the pricking of tears in his eyes.

God how he hated being weak…

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Hermione glanced at her watch and the cat behind the hands yawned at her. She watched as students left the room and blew a strand of hair out of her face.

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, had missed a meeting. A prefect meeting.

She sighed and gathered up her S.P.E.W. badges and stuck them in the pocket of her robe. Striding out of the room the bushy haired girl turned to her left and started down the stairs that led to the Head Boy's quarters. Reaching a suit of armor she tapped it with her wand and after making sure no one was in the hall muttered the password.

"Ryuujin."

She really had no idea why Draco was using the Japanese name for the Dragon King for a password, but it wasn't very discrete seeing as a painting of a dragon under a cherry tree covered the entrance.

After saying the passwords to numerous irate paintings after the first. Darn Draco's security issues. Hermione opened the door to Draco's room and stopped dead in her tracks.

The walls had healed themselves but the bed, and the sofas, were looking horrible still. Every non-magical piece of furniture had been ripped apart and the stuffing was pouring out. The windows were bashed inward causing the scales littering the floor to lift and blow towards her. Making her way around the broken lamps, portraits, and other objects Hermione got to the only unmarked door, the door to the bathroom.

"Alohamora," she muttered and the locks creaked open and she turned the handle to see a rather ashen faced Draco sitting, or rather slumped down, in a conjured recliner his face wet from probably a cold douse of water.

"Draco," she whispered and went over.

His eyes cracked open and his gaze swept over her before they closed once more. He drew himself up and ran a hand through his hair before opening his eyes once again and regarding Hermione with a look equivalent to fear.

"'Mione?" he muttered his voice tired.

"Draco, what happened?" she asked staying five feet in front of him as he looked at her warily.

"I dunno," he said running a shaking hand through his hair and Hermione took pity on him and walked over to put a hand on his shoulder comforting him. "I just woke up and it was like that…"

Draco…

Hermione watched as the Slytherin flinched and gazed around the room warily.

"Draco?" she asked quietly but stopped as he held a finger up to his lips.

Draco…

Draco shivered as the room suddenly chilled yet his blood seemed to get warm. He whimpered slightly and felt Hermione clench her hand on his shoulder lightly and opened his eyes to grin up at her.

"I'm fine," he whispered and pushed himself up out of the chair his legs still strangely weak. "Lets just get to Hogsmade… shall we?"

By the time Hermione and Draco had reached Hogsmade Draco was thoroughly relaxed and his eyes had regained their intensity and his skin had gone from ashy to creamy. Hermione smiled as she noticed that he had completely changed from the open book he had been mere minutes ago and was walking next to her in his proud, bored manor that seemed to make all the girls within ten feet gaze at him suggestively thinking he was bored with a 'date.'

"Turn off you charm Draco," she teased and he rolled his eyes and scowled at the hopeful girls. "There, now why don't we just walk around for a bit? I don't think you're ready to argue with Ron again."

"Oh shut up Hermione," he drawled. "I'm not a kid you know, I'm of age!"

"In muggle terms that means something completely different," Hermione laughed.

"Shut up!" he glared at her. "I meant I'm of age to do magic!"

"And that makes you a man?" she asked her eyes twinkling. "Come on, let's get some candy."

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Harry tilted his head upwards slightly as the wind played with his hair causing it to fall into his eyes. He gazed down at Ginny and smiled softly at her shining eyes as they walked through Hogsmade. He had been thinking the whole trip. Sure, he adored Ginny, but it wasn't the girlfriend boyfriend way as he previously felt. It was more of a sister brother adoration. Sure, there was only a one-year difference and Harry himself had had a crush on someone older, but he just didn't like Ginny, like that. He sighed and smiled at her as she turned her eyes to him.

"Harry…" she started, "are you having fun? Because I am, but if you aren't I'd feel… selfish."

"I'm having the time of my life Ginny," Harry said soothingly. "And you know that more than anyone else."

"I love you Harry," she whispered and curled into him as they started to reach the Shrieking Shack.

"Ginny…" Harry said softly.

"I know, you can't admit it yet, but I just want you to know what I feel, Harry I love you, not because you're a celebrity, but because you're you."

"They faced eachother and looked into the other's eyes before they closed the distance and Ginny's lips met Harry in a soothing kiss.

It was good. He was sharing a kiss with his date… But, Harry thought bitterly. Why does it feel so wrong?

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Ginny was kissing Harry.

Your Harry.

No.

Admit it, you're jealous, and it's breaking you to see them like this. Surrender Draco, you've lost him.

Never, she's just a pureblood traitor, a muggle lover.

Hermione and Draco had been walking to the Shrieking Shack and that same raspy voice that had been taunting him had been louder and more persistant than ever before. Then he had seen them kissing and it felt like his heart had been ripped out and place back in upside down.

In short, it hurt.

And it wasn't just mental pain. A searing pain had started from his wounded heart and had spread along his body like poison making him feel like his flesh was being burned off like wax.

He didn't notice that he had fallen to his knees and was panting, gasping, and nearly screaming from pain.

He didn't notice the couple break apart and come over.

He didn't see the worry and fear etched into Harry's face.

All he saw was red, a blood red.

And that pain, it was tearing at his flesh, almost as if it was being stretched. (In truth it was)

Then the darkness over took him and he surrendered to that taunting voice in his mind.

((((((chuckles Sorry I had to end it there… this took a long time to write up, and its so short! sighs I swear that the next chapter will be so long you'll beg for shortness! I really do hate short chapters….)))))