Hey everybody!

How are you all? the reviewers look confused as to why the mighty Eskimo is asking a question that they clearly don't want to answer.

Okay anyway, I have news… some of you guys have given me great ideas for this story… just so you all know the last chapter was so short because I had massive writers block and because I like to update every couple of days I was a bit hard for me to write this chapter. Now the second part I am a really mean person and I have decided that I am going to tell you what's coming up soon. The Blaise and Hermione thing is going to be explained a bit and Draco might be turning evil soon as well. Okay well that's all you may now continue on with the story.

I took Hermione a few days before she was back in class again. Reluctantly madam Pomphrey had let Hermione go, though she still stayed in the hospital wing at night time. The school nurse had made sure that the professors knew not to give Hermione any home work, as she was already dealing with rehabilitation. Each night madam Pomphrey would instruct Hermione on the exercises for stretching the muscles that had been hit with a freezing charm, or even a jelly legs curse.

After Hermione had done her exercises she would be sent to bed. Hermiones teachers had excused her of any homework, much to Hermiones disappointment.

Each night Hermione spent in the hospital wing she requested a dreamless sleep potion, and every night madam Pomphrey refused her saying the same thing "no, the dreams you are having are your subconscious trying to heal itself by reliving everything that happened…. And since you won't talk to anyone while your awake, I am not going to silence the only part of you that is attempting to heal… goodnight miss granger."

Hermione sighed and settled herself under the soft flannel blanket. It did not take long for sleep to find her, though it was riddled with dreams.

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"No mummy I don't wanna go in the closet it's scary!" Hermione was only five, and her mummy was insisting she sit in the closet and be silent.

"Its okay honey mummy will make it all better in a minute but you need to be quite and stay still until daddies happy again… okay?" Hermiones mother wiped the tears that had spilled from her daughters eyes and picked her up to put her in the closet.

Hermione heard some shouts coming from down the stairs. Unable to fight her curiosity she crept slowly from the cupboard to the stair way. Sitting atop the stairs she could see both of her parents and another woman. Hermiones father was holding a knife and the other woman was holding a strange stick. Both of these objects were pointed at her mother. There was a flash of green light emitted from the strange woman's wand and Hermiones mother fell to the ground, her lifeless eyes looking directly at Hermione.

NEXT DREAM

"Does it hurt granger?"

Hermione ignored Blaises voice as she kept walking down the hall way, which was surprisingly deserted. Being ignored only fired Blaise up more.

"Granger… answer me… does it hurt? Come on now granger I want answers."

Pansy Parkinson stepped out in front of Hermione, efficiently blocking her path.

"Granger, Blaisey over there asked you a question…it's terribly rude to ignore him like that." Pansy stated with a psycho demonic high pitch laugh. Hermione turned to Blaise and sighed.

"Does what hurt Zab…Blaise?" Hermione asked slightly irritated. Blaise smirked slightly and lifted his bowed head to stare Hermione in the eyes.

"Does it hurt to know she could have lived if you'd have never been born?" Hermiones eyes widened slightly and she turned quickly away from Blaise, she cursed her stupidity in going around Hogwarts with out her wand.

Blaise moved so that he was directly behind the Gryffindor head girl, his lips brushed against her ears as he whispered.

"They got married because of you… your father played around because of you… he met another because of you… he killed her because of you"

"No" Hermione sobbed.

"Yes… and the witch that killed her, along with your fathers help… she knew what you were… she knew you were a witch and knew that you were going to be another disgrace to our community." Blaise had now moved from behind Hermione and said conversationally "your mother fought you know… they only wanted to kill you but she used her life as a bargaining chip… I don't see why the witch tortured her instead of killing you… but then again Mrs. Malfoy did love torturing muggles."

Hermione backed away from the two Slytherins, then turned and ran.

"Uh, uh ah… where do you think your going m'dear were not nearly through with you." Blaise smirked and uttered curse after curse. All of them tangled together when they hit mixing and mingling making Hermiones pain more severe. All the while pansy's cackling could be heard. At last when Hermione was just about to slip out of consciousness Blaise approached her leaning down to her body lying in a heap he kissed her lips and muttered.

"Remember to stay away from Malfoy… you belong to me."

After that everything went black. There was no sight nor sound nor anything else just beautiful darkness.

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Hermione woke up with a gasp. Her hair fell into her eyes as she checked the time on her watch it only read 5:04 (A/N: her watch is a magical one so that it works at Hogwarts). Blowing her hair out of her face with one big huff of air she resigned herself to her early morning start.

After slowly dressing and readying herself for the busy day of class she had ahead of her she set out for a morning stroll. Madam Pomphrey had expressed her outrage at the mere thought of one of her most sick and valued patients walking about in the cold weather, and though Hermione valued the nurses opinion, (to a certain extent), she did not heed the older woman's words of warning.

Slipping out of the entrance halls doorway she slowly made her way towards the lake. She sat on a rock near the waters edge and began to throw pebbles into the liquid glass surface.

A twig snapped behind her and the sound of footsteps on gravel let Hermione know that she wasn't alone. She quickly turned to see who was behind her…only to find no one there. She smiled slightly at her paranoia and turned once again to the lake, her breath creating small puffs as she exhaled. Again there was a noise and Hermione spun around, quite sure that she had heard someone there.

"Hermione" and all too familiar voice came from the thin air. Hermione sighed as her visitor unmasked himself.