Hermione stared out the window feeling sick to her stomach. She watched as the rain trickled down the glass. Her bed had lost its comfort and her room felt empty. She looked at the clock. 3:00Am. To early too get up, yet too late to go to sleep. She sighed and looked back down at the note that lay in her lap from where she had dropped it. The scribble on the envelope looked too familiar. And for some reason it clenched her heart. She shook her head and looked at the owl that had delivered it. He hooted impatiently and she shook her head.

"You can go. Whoever it is, I'm not writing back tonight." She looked back out the window. "Or today I should say."

It wasn't her first night since school had ended that she couldn't sleep. Every time she'd close her eyes to bring on the rest her body ached for, she'd have those nightmares. The ones that seemed only Draco could prevent. She shook her head, trying to clear him out of her mind. Yet his face wouldn't disappear. Her hair, now straight, and longer still had a slight curl at the very tips that was noticeable when she shook her head again. Her eyes seemed to be black in the firelight of the fireplace that existed in her room, and the eyeliner she had been wearing the night before was thinly still on from where it had resisted removal. The owl hooted again.

"I'm not opening it." She said getting angry. The owl ruffled his feathers, as if offended by her tone. It glared at her from across the room. "I mean it, shoo." The owl raised its wings and flew over to her bed, landing on it. It ruffled its feathers again, glaring at her through its eyes. "What?" She asked, frustrated. The owl waddled over to where she was and nicked her finger. "Ow!" She brought her finger up to her mouth sucking on the fresh cut. She glared at the bird, but it just met her glare. "Fine. I'll open it. Ok?" The owl hooted. "Yah, you better be grateful, you good for nothing guinea pig with wings." She wrinkled her nose and leaned in at him shaking her head. He reached out as if to bite her nose but she pulled back too quickly. "HA!" He nicked her finger again. "OW!" The bird looked smug. "The faster I open this the sooner you leave. So go back over there so I can read it in peace." The bird ruffled its feathers again, as if insulted to be ordered around, but still flew over to its perch on her cabinet.

She looked down at the letter in her letter. She fingered the edges, as if to see what lay inside. Her fingers, though, stayed far from the opening of the envelope. Finally, after a few growls (or what sounded like growls) from the owl, she opened the envelope. Out of it slid a necklace and a piece of parchment. She picked up the necklace and held it in her hands. Even in the dark, she could see the jewels shimmering. She wasn't sure what color they were, but they were beautiful; and they were real. She was tempted to put it on, but her coincidence told her to look inside the letter first. She looked over at the owl, her hand on the letter. He just watched her. She could have almost sworn he had nodded, but she didn't say anything. She looked back down at the letter and slowly unfolded it. She read it through once, and dropped it on her bed, looking up at the bird.

"No." The owl just watched her.

She stood from her bed leaving the note there, and walked toward the window slowly. She looked out of it, covering her mouth when she saw a figure standing below her. He waved as if it were a sunny day in paradise and she could feel her eyes start to dry. She shook her head and backed up, her back hitting her dresser. She looked back over at the owl, but it didn't move. She shook her head again.

"No. No he's not here, he's not allowed, he's banned." She rubbed her arms as if trying to warm up her cold body. "No. No, no, no, no." She shook her head. "This is just a nightmare." She walked back over to the window and looked out, but he was still there. He smiled up at her. She closed her eyes and turned quickly, pressing her back against the wall beside the window, biting on her finger to keep herself from screaming. She looked back at the letter that lay innocently on her bed. She ran over to it, and read it again. The owl hooted impatiently. She pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, dipping it into the ink, her hand shaking so badly she could barely scrawl out a message.

"Here." She held it out to the bird. The owl swooped down clutching it between his talons and flew to her window, which she had closed, fluttering there for a minute. She stared at it, not wanting to open the window, not wanting to get up for that matter. The owl flew back at her hooting shrilly, obviously furious with her. She stood and weakly walked to the window, opening it jarringly. The owl swooped out and flew down to the man standing there. He nodded at her and she looked away in disgust her stomach overturning. She shut the window and locked it before closing the curtains. Then she went back to her bed and picked up the letter in disgust, before throwing it in the fireplace. She stared at the necklace for a few moments before throwing it in there too. Then she climbed into bed, her wand in her boxers, her hand resting against it. The letter slowly caught on fire, burning the edges and then slowly the words.

My beautiful Hermione,

It has been so long since I have seen you, and yet you are still as pleasing to my eyes as ever. You're hair… though I must admit I loved before, I absolutely adore it now. But I do not believe that is why you changed it, is it? Now my love, I have heard about your terrible break up with Malfoy, and I must say I never believed him to be worthy of you. You do remember me telling you that do you not? And you do remember that you belong to me, do you not? So why, my love, must you waste both of our times by prancing around with those that will just break your heart, and in turn, break mine. Come downstairs to me and I will show you just how much I missed you, my dear. If not, I shall just watch you from afar, until you realize what is best for both of us. I do hope you do not keep me waiting long. You know I don't like to be angry.

Always,

Percy

Percy chuckled as he watched her leave the window. He held her response in his fingertips. "Did you read this Amor?" The owl looked down at the letter he had just delivered.

Percy. I thought I have told you one too many times, but I suppose with a head as big as yours it must take twice as long to process things. I hate you. I shall always hate you. And there is nothing you can ever do to make me stop hating you. You ruined my life you dirty imbecile. Please realize that you and I will never, and I repeat for your horribly fat headed ness of yours, never be together. The end.

He gave his owl a treat stroking her feathers. "I guess she needs more time, my pet." The owl hooted in response. He shook his head. "Well, I suppose we shall just have to wait." He smiled back up at the now blank window. "She'll come around in time." The owl shook, the rain sliding off his feathers onto Percy. Percy smiled again. "Want to go somewhere sheltered?" The bird nodded. "Alright. Just be sure to return if I call you. I won't be going anywhere soon." The owl flew from his shoulder, and Percy leaned against the tree he was standing under, and looked up at her window.

"Where's your prince charming now, Hermione?" He chuckled to himself.

Draco awoke to a burn on his arm. He looked down at it, watching the snake slither out of the skull. He groaned his heart clenching. He stood and walked over to his pensive, removing thoughts of Hermione and the promises he made. He watched as they swirled around silvery, her face showing up, smiling up at him. He sighed and smiled at the image of her face. The dark mark twinged again and he looked down at it, placing his wand to it. With the responding mark sent, he dressed and grabbed the mask, slowly placing it over his eyes and then apperating away.

"Malfoy. What a pleasure." He heard a voice hiss out. Draco turned around and bowed at the feet of Voldemort.

"My Lord."

"Stand."

Draco stood keeping his eyes down.

"We are going on a raid tomorrow, and I want you to be the leader." Voldemort said, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco repressed a shudder of disgust, and slowly nodded.

"Anything for you. Where shall we attack, my lord?"

"Diagon Alley."

Draco looked up quickly catching Voldemort's eye before looking away.

"Yes sir."

"Do you have a problem?" Voldemort asked.

"No sir."

"Then leave me." He said shortly

Draco apperated away, unsure of what tomorrow would hold.

A/N: Hey Everyone! Didn't take that long for me to make the sequel did it? haha I'm doing this the same way i did the other: writing as i go, so bear with me. I hope i will be able to write soon but i cannot be absolutly sure. I will try my hardest to make sure and get a chapter out each week, if not more then one chapter. I hope you enjoy this!