Disclaimer: As I have said before, I own none of these characters, only the plot. WARNING: There is some violence in this chapter, and don't complain, because I told you it was rated R for a reason.

Chapter 2: Memories in the Dark

It is cruel of me to think that leaving my thoughts to myself will stop your concern. I have trouble with the possibility that someone other than myself would want to hear my pain, my thoughts, my emotions that are not complete within themselves.

I know that for you, my story is difficult to understand. But you must trust in me as you trust in yourself.

There is nothing left for me to say, and so I must simply continue with my tale...however much it may haunt me.

Draco Malfoy

'She could hear birds singing. Singing their intoxicating sweet tunes of love. She looked around the garden; the white beautiful garden. Everything was so...perfect, like a dream, even though she knew that it was real. The whole place was full of peaceful harmony...pure music to her ears.

"Hermione!'

'She whirled around and saw Harry and Ron running towards her. She greeted them with open arms.

"Oh, my beautiful Hermione!' Ron cried. 'Can't you see? You are truly the most magnificence creature on the planet. You slut, die! We adore you so! We hate you, bitch! Come, sit, lie on the grassy field with us.'

'She frowned and whispered, 'What did you just say?'

"Come sit or even lie on the field with us, my beauty. We will always hate you kill you fucking bitch care for you.'

'Confused, she lay down and gazed at the blackened sky. Wait...wasn't the sky blue, just moments ago? Harry's fingers were digging into her arm, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Come my whore slut bitch filthy sweet...' Harry leered at her. Was she hearing things? Did he just say that to her, or was it her imagination? 'Let us rape violate you take from you what we deserve...yes darling...we have come to kill to hurt to get paid with what we deserve...like we are meant to, my darling...' Ron crooned maliciously.

'Wait, this was happening to fast. They pinned her to the soft ground, grinding her head into the dirt. She screamed and tried to kick, punch her way out and tried to run away, but Harry hit her, hard. She glanced up to see Ginny standing above them, smiling gently, as if amused by what she was watching. The world wasn't white anymore, but dark, almost nightmarish. Harry ripped her dress in half revealing her body, as Ron bit down hard on her nipple. Pain seared through her body, and Harry forced her legs open without warning, and pushed himself inside. But she was unwilling. Ron forced her jaws open as pushed his rock hard cock into her mouth.

'They were hurting her and they didn't care...she was choking to death....'

She sat straight up in bed. But she wasn't in her bed, but in a hospital bed. The sunlight was pouring through the nearby windows, and it frightened her that she could hear the birds chirping gleefully.

"You're awake!" A painfully familiar voice caused her to turn her head violently. There stood Harry, Ron and Ginny, here best friends, smiling at her with relief at her consciousness. Harry and Ron both quickly sat down in the two chairs at her beside, and Ginny sat at the foot of her bed.

Unconsciously, Hermione flinched and pulled the covers closer. "Hey, guys, umm....how are you?"

"How are we? Hermione, how are you? You've been in the hospital for over a day!" Ron frowned at her disconcern. "And, by the way, why was Malfoy, of all people, the one to bring you to the hospital wing? He doesn't even like you!"

Malfoy? She thought, why did he bring me here? Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders at Ron's question. "Maybe he decided to do the good deed of his seven years here, I don't know!"

"Odd, considering it was you." Harry sat back in thought, and Ginny nodded her agreement. "You'd think he would have just left you in the library."

"What? What are you talking about? Library? I don't understand!" Hermione looked frantically at each of their faces while searching for answers. Her friends simply stared back at her in confusion.

"Sweety, that's where he found you. Malfoy I mean. In the last row of the library, passed out on the ground. He really wouldn't say anything other than that, but he might be hiding something. Hermione, are you sure that you don't remember being in the library, cause Neville said you were, and that you disappeared into the Restricted Section. I mean it, are you sure that you don't remember anything?" Harry reached out for her hand and held it firmly in his.

Panicking, Hermione tore her hand away, threw back the covers, and grabbed a robe. "Oh, listen, I need to get out of here, and I need to do it alone, so goodbye!" And with that she ran out, without looking at her best friends, who simply wanted to help her through this time.

Running down an obscure hall, she finally sank to the ground in tears, frightened by what she had learned and by the nightmare dream that she had woken up to. What was that? Harry and Ron raping her, while Ginny stood by and watched? It could never happen, could it?

"Granger?" A hesitant voice came from above her, and as she wiped the tears and looked up, she found Malfoy standing over top of here, with a uneasy look on his face. "Umm.....should you be out of bed, I mean, the last time I saw you, you were really out of it, and I didn't really know what to do, so I just took you to the Hospital Wing, and really I am kinda curious to know what was going on, I mean, what was that thing, Granger?"

"What thing, what are you taking about? I don't understand why everyone is so concerned for me, nothing happened, right?" A long pause. "Right?" With more panic in her voice.

"Listen I don't know what happened, okay? I just found you, you were on the ground, glowing and then these slash marks appeared on your arms, and the you started to bleed, but not normal blood. This stuff was glowing, Granger. I mean, what the hell was going on?"

"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't remember."

"Don't remember? Granger, you were glowing, for Merlin's sake!" He grabbed her arms, and shook her. "How could you not remember?"

Suddenly, he was flying through the air and he hit the hall wall and crashed to the ground. Hermione looked around and saw no one there, who could have possibly done such a thing. I mean I know that I was feeling that he should get the hell off me...Her hand flew to her mouth, as Draco groaned and rolled over and sat up painfully. "What the Fuck! was that, Granger?"

She whispered, "I have no idea!" , then ran off down the hall at full speed, Malfoy staring after her in pain and confusion.

Finding a dark, deserted classroom, Hermione walked in and closed the door behind her. If only the door had a lock, I could stay in here with some peace and quiet. Click. Turning around slowly, she found the doorknob now had a lock that was locked. What the fuck?....

Alas for the discovery of dangerous secrets. It is a wish of all to do what they will with their minds, sometimes with or without a thought in their head. She was discovering more than she bargained for...for the higher powers that control our every move demand great payment for everything that occurs on our mortal coil.

To answer your questions, no she didn't yet realize what had caused this phenomenon, this flaw in the fabric of reality. For certain, wizards such as myself can do such things as her, but with a wand, and with a spell. We cannot destroy all the rules of our magic with a simple wave of our thoughts. For that would be wrong, would it not.

She knew nothing of what was to come, only that something had happened in the library, something wrong, and dangerous.

Something Evil.

Draco Malfoy

A/N: Sorry that I've taken so long to get back to writing. It's is all in my head, I just need more time to write it out. Hope you liked the second chapter and to make sure that all readers know, Harry and Ron did not rape her, Hermione was dreaming. TTFN. Callista.