The Room of Necessity

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Translation: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Ten

Draco woke with a start. Something was wrong. Something was different. Something had… changed. Cautiously he opened one eye and looked at Hermione who lay asleep next to him. She was tense and pale, beads of sweat were stark on her forehead. Her fists were clenched and she was in the throes of a nightmare. He could tell by the way she frantically tossed her head on the pillow.

He was about to reach out a hand to wake and release her from her nightmare when something else caught his attention. Something… evil. Draco lay stock still, but listened to the heavy, rasping breathing and the slow, shuffling, approaching footsteps. It was close.

He snapped open his eyes and his vision was filled with knives. Long, sharp talons hovering above his face and coming steadily, stealthily closer. He did the only thing he could. He screamed.

Hermione was torn from one nightmare and thrown into another.

At Draco's scream the Monster sprang instantly into action, bringing its talons down in one fatal swipe. Draco rolled to the side just in time to avoid it, but Hermione was not so lucky. One talon caught her on her leg and was dragged down, ripping a great bleeding gash from her thigh to knee.

Now it was Hermione's turn to scream.

Draco was shocked out of the stupor he had elapsed into, seeing the knives catch flesh and muscle, and rip it like tissue paper. He leaped onto the Monster's back and it thrashed and screeched in awesome rage even as Hermione lay motionless on the bed.

Draco had time for just one look at Hermione's body before his vision was filled once more with flashing knives, and all he could hear was unearthly shrieking. He held tighter onto the Monster's neck – for dear life. His wand lay forgotten. Hermione lay dead. There was nothing he could do. Tears found their way from his eyes, even as the Monster slackened and stopped resisting Draco's hold around its thick-skinned neck. Draco collapsed to the floor with it, on top of it. But he didn't move, he didn't loosen his hold. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to see Hermione lying there, pale and cold, surrounded by her own blood. He didn't want…

"Help me."

A/N

Ok, ok! I know that chapter was really short, but it was either that or nothing – I've been really busy. And that cliff-hanger was just too good to miss.

Just to clear up a few things:

Draco and Hermione have NOT had sex. She is still wearing her lovely long dress. All they did was chat throughout the day (what else are they gonna do?) and then went to sleep, unknowing and unsuspecting of what was to come...I hopefully made clear earlier that dreams have more 'power' - as such - than Wants, so only one person needs to dream it for it to come true.

Steelo – No love is being confessed! (lol). They are just two people who are stuck in a room together and all they have for company is each other. I believe that people are a lot more trusting and feel a lot closer to each other when they are in close quarters for an extended period of time. (Like when you do a play, at the end everyone is really great friends, even if it did only take two weeks to put on… Believe me, I've done it.) So far they have only discovered a different side to their enemy and learned a little about themselves (e.g. that they are mutually attracted to each other…)

Now listen up, because I need you to review to tell me what you think so far and to tell me how I can improve my writing. All comments are appreciated, as long as they aren't too mean!

For people who are reading this for the first time, I left it here for over a week. Thought you might like to know…