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Hermione led the way to the Quidditch pitch, the boys a few meters behind her.

Hermione fumed as she stomped through the grass, leaving small dents in shapes of footsteps.

The boys where behind her, laughing and being the pricks Hermione knew they where.

She reached the Quidditch pitch and headed again to the top box.

The boys could be seen as small cut outs against a pitch black night.

Hermione watched them as the small cut outs kicked off from the ground.

She watched do some laps before she decided she was too cold and wanted to head back to her common room.

But she was also too tired.

Hermione leant back in her chair and closed her chocolate eyes, instantly dreaming.

She opened her eyes.

She was still at the Quidditch pitch in the top box, looking down.

But there was something wrong with the Quidditch pitch.

It was three colours: yellow, red and orange.

Hermione gasped when she saw it was a pretty sunset like she had thought- it was the Quidditch pitch burning.

Hermione lent over the edge of the top box, her eyes wide as she searched the stands and air.

People where flying, obliviously had been playing Quidditch, but now, they where panicking and trying to get away. People in the stands where screaming and all racing for the exits.

A shadow, tall and black crossed the bottom of the darkened pitch, other figures marching behind it.

The shadow was Lord Voldermort.

Hermione saw Harry's black hair and Ron's friary red.

They where both burning.

Someone was laughing.

It took Hermione a few seconds to realize it was her laughing at the sight in front of her.

Then, Hermione realized someone was holding her hand and laughing beside her.

She turned her head and saw Malfoy there, holding her hand like it was an ever day thing, and laughing at Harry and Ron.

Hermione wrenched her hand from his. He turned to look at her before he bowed.

He saw someone standing behind Hermione, and she had a bad feeling it was Lord Voldermort.

'Well done Miss Granger, Hogwarts and all its students burn!' red eyes stared at Hermione.

She looked away and over the grounds.

Again it was all burning, people screaming, black figures chasing them and throwing various curses at them…

Hermione's eyes if possible, widened even more.

'Come my love, lets go put Potter's head on a plank of wood and stick it above our fireplace.' Malfoy linked his arm through Hermione's.

Hermione laughed cruelly.

Hermione jumped when she woke.

That was a horrible dream. Unthinkable.

Cold sweat dripped from Hermione's forehead.

She had to get out and away.

Hermione didn't want Malfoy to see her and talk to her, not after what she saw and looked.

She tried to sneak off, and made it to the bottom of the pitch, before Malfoy saw her.

'Where the hell do you think your off to?' he called coming closer.

'Anywhere but here!' Hermione called, than ran.

She ran for her life.

Whistling sounds where behind her, suggesting Malfoy was racing behind her on his broom. Malfoy wondered why Hermione was running so far and fast.

Hermione ran out of breath.

Her chest became tight.

She wasn't taking in enough air to supply her lungs.

But never the less, she pushed on.

Her legs became led as she ran up a hill, Malfoy racing behind her, closing the gap every minute.

Pain shot through her side. She had a stitch.

She could see the castle getting larger as she came closer.

She ran, despite her stitch, despite her lungs aching, despite the person on the broom behind her.

The entrance hall doors became bigger, more welcoming.

Hermione's hair caught in her face.

She whipped her hand to get it out of her eyes…her hand made contact with her face.

I'll feel that in the morning. She thought to herself.

She reached the steps, jumping them three at a time.

The light from the entrance hall bathed her in it as she screamed across the shining floors.

Hermione heard Malfoy fly in the entrance hall, the whistling sound multiplied by a million, echoing off the stone walls.

A prefect was walking towards Hermione, and only just managed to get out of her way as she raced past them.

The prefect just gathered themselves when Malfoy came past, the wind form his broom blowing the prefect to the ground, knocking the "wind" out of them.

Hermione ran the rest of the way up the corridor, but had to stop.

Her stitch, what was a minor irritation, was now a big threat.

She clutched her stitch and walked quickly…as quickly as her body would allow anyway.

Malfoy wasn't behind her. He had been caught by professor Snape and was lying his head of so he wouldn't have to have detention. Again.

'Professor, I was up practicing. I am truly sorry.'

Snape looked suspicious, but let him go, and he ran off to try and catch up to Hermione.

Hermione had stopped in another corridor, by a window.

For a second, it was all calm and peaceful. Then fire came again.

Hermione looked away and, forgetting her pain in her side, she ran again.

This time, she made it to the common room without stopping.

She reached her room and slammed the door shut.

There, she stayed awake, not wanting to see what would happen if she closed her eyes.

Malfoy reached the common room and thought Hermione must be locked up in her room.

Malfoy decided to check.

'Granger?' he called, bashing on her door.

'Granger?'

'What?' came a stuffed reply.

'What are you doing in there?'

'Dying.' Hermione whispered.

Malfoy didn't hear.

'What was that?'

'Nothing!' Hermione snapped- flashes of him holding her hand and talking and laughing with her kept coming back.

At that moment, Malfoy's friends came in.

'Hey mate, where's granger?' Blaize asked.

'In her room.' Malfoy answered.

The boys stayed in the common room till the early hours of the morning.

Hermione stayed in her room, not closing her eyes.

The weekend pasted quickly, but Hermione didn't leave her room.

She refused to talk to anyone, even Harry, Ron, Ginny, lavender, Parvati or Aj.

Malfoy tried talking to her, but she snapped and he went away.

After the weekend, Hermione had divination first.

Quiet frankly, Hermione looked like shit.

She hadn't cleaned her face, so it had dirt marks and smudges, she hadn't brushed her hair. therefore it was all knotty and tangled.

When she entered the great hall, many turned to stare at this beast.

Hermione didn't say a word to Harry or Ron while she ate, and ignored them when they tried to talk to her.

Hermione walked to divination with Harry and Ron behind.

When they entered the class room, they saw the tables had the crystal balls on them.

Hermione sighed as she sat down and stared into the orb.

Everyone entered and sat down.

Professor Cherly entered and spoke.

'Now, today, you will notice that we have the crystal balls back out. We're looking at them one more time.' He nodded, and everyone started looking into their crystal ball.

The professor saw Hermione and walked over to their table.

'What can you see?' Professor Cherly asked Ron.

'Nothing.' Ron said honestly.

'Ok, and what about you, Harry?'

'White fog…' Harry smiled.

'Keep trying.' Cherly smiled.

'Miss Granger, may I read for you?'

Hermione, who wasn't remotely interested nodded and the professor sat down.

After a minute, the class realized that sir was reading for someone, and went quiet.

Professor Cherly's eye's closed and he concentrated.

'Nothing.' he said when he opened his eyes. 'That's strange.' he muttered.

He smiled anyway and left Hermione's table to talk to Malfoy.

After class, Hermione stayed behind.

'What are you doing?' Ron asked when Hermione didn't raise with the rest of them.

'Sitting.' Hermione replied doily.

'Yeah but-'

Harry, seeing that Hermione wanted to be left alone, broke in.

'Come on Ron, don't want to be late for practice.' Ron looked at Harry before following him out.

'Miss Granger?' Hermione looked up and saw her divination professor looking at her.

'Is there something I can help you with?'

'Yes…well, I hope so.' Hermione answered.

Professor Cherly sat down on one of the stools and looked at Hermione.

Hermione explained her dreams.

'I am no matron, Hermione; I suggest you see Madam Pomfrey…'

'I thought you where a divination teacher.' Hermione snapped.

'That is true, but-'

'Well then why can't you tell me what these dreams mean!' Hermione screamed standing up.

'I cant Hermione.' sir said, but his voice was fading in and out.

Hermione fell heavily to the wooden floor, and lay unconscious.

Cherly got Hermione in the air and levitated her down to the hospital wing.

He explained to the matron when he got there about what Hermione had said, and she told him to put her on the bed and leave.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open after three hours.

'Where am i?' she asked the ward.

'Oh, your awake!' Pomfrey said, coming over.

'What is wrong with me Madam Pomfrey?' Hermione groaned.

'Nothing dear, nothing is wrong with you.'

'Then why am I having these dreams?'

'It is my opinion that Miss Granger, your mind is making up things.'

'I am going mad!' Hermione screamed, sitting bolt upright.

'No no no hear, you're not going mad.' Hermione looked at her before lying back down. 'Your mind is making up things about the war. Because you have not seen it yet, your mind is panicking and making up possibilities. This is something we can fix.'

Hermione breathed in and out, wondering why her mind was making it up…she was panicking…she was making things up that weren't happening…

'And it puts your fears and thoughts together. What you see in your dreams is your mind making your fears into a picture book, and your thoughts are added.'

'Well that makes more sense…' Hermione said dreamily.

'You're exhausted my dear, rest now.'

'No! I have to see Harry and Ron-'

'No!' the matron said firmly. 'They have already been in here, and I said they could come back when I send for them, and I am not sending for them now. You need rest Miss Granger, and you are not going to get that with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley around.'

Hermione pouted, but said no more as the matron left her to get some potions.

'This will help you have a dreamless sleep- much like Mr. Potter had to have.' The matron said when she returned.

Hermione drank the potion and feel asleep before she could say a word.

light poured in over Hermione's ward bed, and she yawed.

That was a nice sleep. She thought to herself.

'Oh Hermione!'

Hermione jumped and looked around to see Harry and Ron standing beside her bed.

'Hermione, are you ok?' Ron asked.

'Oh yes Ron, I am just peachy.' Hermione replied sarcastically.

'Madam Pomfrey told us what's wrong.' Harry said, hugging Hermione after Ron.

'Yeah, I thought I was going mad.' Hermione answered.

'When can you get out?' Harry asked sitting on her bed.

'Dunno, haven't asked.' Hermione looked around for Ron and saw him sitting at the end of her bed, stuffing his face with chocolate frogs and Bertie bots every flavor beans.

'Where did they come from?' Hermione asked gasping.

'Just people wishing you to get better- Ron, get out of it!' Harry laughed.

'No no, leave him.' Hermione said, waving her hand.

Harry and Ron stayed a while longer, Ron diminishing Hermione's food.

Hermione stopped Harry when he had a go at Ron; telling him she wouldn't eat it anyway, so don't let it go to waste.

After they had gone, Hermione asked the matron who had come over with her medicine, how long Hermione would have to stay in the hospital for.

'For as long as it takes.' the matron replied. Normally, that sentence would have been snapped or said ruefully, but the matron said it gently and kindly, knowing the state Hermione's mind was in.

'Oh, that's comforting.' Hermione smiled.

The matron smiled before she walked off, to visit someone behind a screen, that Hermione had seen come in earlier that day.

After one more day, Hermione was released. She had some potions that she was to take every night until further instructions.

She entered the great hall, not really interested in food.

No one had really noticed that she was MIA, but that didn't bother her. All Hermione wanted to do was sit down with her friends, and enjoy the castle's light and warmth.

Some noticed Hermione's disappearance and nodded or said something to her when she walked past.

Hermione made it over to Ron and Ginny.

'Where's Harry?' Hermione asked when she had sat down.

'Quidditch practice.' Ginny answered.

'Quidditch practice?- but then…why isn't Ron there?' Hermione's brain was itching to be used, and now, she could use it.

'Well, Ron is-'

'Taking time off.' Ron snapped.

'Ron?' Hermione asked.

'Never mind why I'm not at practice.' Ron snapped again.

Hermione looked shocked and confused.

Then, Ron remembered where his girlfriend had been for the past few days and why.

'I'm sorry Hermione.' he said gently.

'It's ok.' Hermione said.

'I just…gotta go.' Ron got up and left quickly.

'What was that all about?' Hermione asked Ginny when Ron was gone.

'I'm not actually sure.' Ginny answered, frowning.

'Mmm.'

'Thank god it's the weekend.' Ginny sighed.

'What?' Hermione jumped to her feet. 'Oh no! that's a whole week on me missing out on work…' she started panicking.

'Calm down Hermione!' Ginny said, getting to her feet and getting her friend by her arm.

'But I'd have to go and get my potions homework…charms…'

Ginny led Hermione from the hall, where she was attracting attention, and led her to the Quidditch pitch.

Hermione was still wrapped up in her thoughts about missing a week of school work, that she didn't notice where Ginny was leading her.

But when the pitch came into view, all things in Hermione's dream flashed before her eyes and she turned and ran.

Ginny didn't understand why her friend ran, so Ginny bolted after Hermione, who was running with full speed to the castle.

when Hermione reached her common room, she continued to her room, and slammed the door.

Ginny ran into the common room, seconds after Hermione, and slowed down to approach the closed door at a walking pace.

She opened the door, and heard Hermione crying.

Ginny looked around the room…empty…bathroom…empty…balcony…occupied.

Approaching her friend carefully, Ginny saw Hermione sobbing.

'Herms? What's wrong?' Ginny asked, sitting in front of Hermione, who was sitting on a chair.

Hermione didn't say anything, just continued sobbing.

'Herms?' Ginny asked again.

This time, Hermione looked at her friend, and whipped the tears from her eyes.

'It's my dreams…' she sobbed.

'What dreams herms? What dreams?' Ginny asked, pulling another chair next to Hermione's one.

'The dreams I have had of late.' Hermione answered.

After a minute, Hermione realized that Ginny didn't understand what she meant- which meant a bad thing, and a good thing.

It meant that Hermione would have to tell her, but the good thing is that Harry and Ron respected her privacy and didn't tell her about what Hermione's mind was doing.

Hermione sighed, and explained her dreams to her red haired friend.

When her chilling tale was told, Hermione sat back and looked over the grounds.

Ginny was seated, frozen in her chair. Hermione's tale was bloodcurdling and made Ginny shiver.

'That's why,' Hermione added, 'I didn't want to go to the Quidditch pitch- I saw it burning the other night, and it scares me.'

'Herms, I didn't realize…' Ginny trailed off.

'No, no, you couldn't have.' Hermione looked at her friend.

'Lets go inside, its freezing out here…' Ginny said, rubbing her arms.

Hermione laughed. 'No its not. It's the middle of the day!'

Ginny blushed. 'Well I'm cold. Can we just go inside?'

'Ok.' Hermione said, getting to her feet and walking to her room.

She didn't know that on the other side of the balcony, a curtain blond haired boy had been eavesdropping on her tale.

Now Draco understood why Hermione ran that night, and why she has shut herself off. But…he didn't get the part where Hermione relayed her story to Ginny about Hermione and Malfoy holding hands.

Strange. Malfoy thought, as he closed his door and headed down to the common room.

Hermione and Ginny where already in the common room when he entered, but he simply walked past them to the fire.

The girls where sitting on the couch, whispering as Malfoy rubbed his hands together over the fire.

The sound of the girls whispering irritated Malfoy, so he sighed loudly and left the common room to head to the Slytherin one.

After Malfoy was gone, Ginny and Hermione didn't talk much.

Hermione's head hurt, so she got some of her potion and drank it early.

'Ok, look herms, I am really really sorry about today.' and Ginny looked it.

Hermione looked at her for a minute before patting her on the back.

'It's ok, but I think you should go.'

'Oh No! Quidditch Practice!' Ginny hugged Hermione before bolting out of the common room and through the castle.

Hermione sighed when Ginny was gone, feeling the darkness that was suppressing around her.

She only sat there, thinking about the war, and what could happen.

Finally, someone knocked on the door, not knowing they where offering short term company.

Hermione rose and walked over to the portrait.

'Yes?' Hermione asked curiously at the person standing at the portrait.

It was a boy, about 12. He was in the uniform, the tie hung loose around his neck.

'Hello. My name is Jack. I have been looking for Harry Potter. I want to join the Quidditch team, and I have been told he was the man to see.'

'What house are you in?' Hermione asked, looking around his robes, trying to see a symbol.

'Gryffindor. Jesus, they told me you where smart.'

He's rude Hermione thought.

'Well, I am, but-'

'Look, do you know where he is?'

'No I don't. Try the pitch.'

'Thanks for not being a help.' he snapped, then walked off.

Well, I didn't know you could get so rude.

Hermione closed the portrait, and headed to the balcony.

The sun was fading as she watched.

From her balcony, she could see the pitch. There where figures flying around, chasing things.

Hermione watched the grounds of the castle darken, the students gradually leaving it, as it got to full of dark shadows.

After about an hour of watching, Hermione could just see through the dusk's light Harry, Ron, Ginny and the other players leave the pitch, broomsticks hung over their shoulders.

Hermione didn't see Malfoy, who was sitting on a chair, close to his door.

'Hey Granger!'

Malfoy only called out to freak her out- it worked like a charm.

Hermione jumped about a foot in the air. She squealed, and looked around.

She saw the Slytherin prince, sitting on his thrown, looking at her with much amusement.

'You basted!' she screamed.

'Hey, that language is uncalled for.' Malfoy smirked.

Hermione walked over to him, sat on his lap.

'What the hell are you doing?' Malfoy asked, trying to push her off.

SLAP!

The sound of Hermione's hand connecting with Malfoy's face bounded off the walls.

'What the hell was that for?'

'Cause I hate you, you remind me of someone I once knew, and I want you dead.'

Ok, I was pissed (angry) when I wrote this chap, tell me what u thought.

If you don't get the part about Hermione's brain, review and tell me, and I'll explain it next chap.

And I know it might be a little shorter.

Thanks again guys 4 reviewing, and I hope I'm not going to be mad when I write the next chap.

Aj