A/N This chapter starts out with Hermione's dream, Oh and for those confused this is the day after the match. The little day I like to call Sunday, Maybe you have heard about it before, no, Just a rumor maybe. Ok I am going to shut up now. Enjoy!

She was sitting in a chair, with her Quidditch robes still on. There was a bandana around her mouth. She looked terrified. Hermione struggled with her bonds that gripped at her wrist, ankles, and waist. The men in the room did not seem to notice. They just kept talking. One of them was very tall and from the likes of it very thin. The other was a squat of a man, wider then he was tall. Bald on the head he looked scared to be in the other mans presence. Hermione did not blame him, it seemed as the man leaked the power for fear from every stinking pore of his body.

"Anytime Wormtail. They will be here any moment. He would not leave his precious girlfriend to my hands, not when he is supposedly brave. The brave little Gryffindor." Said the thin man. He head away from her. Staring out the tower window.

Hermione looked around the bleak room. It was very dark besides the blue flame torches that lined the door way and the window. Hermione was half in shadow. The floor was littered with debris that looked like clippings out of the Daily Prophet. Harry's face looked up at her. Would this be the last time she looked at his face? She hopped not.

There was something out of the ordinary though, that laid on the dresser across from her. It looked like an old copy of Witch Weekly. It was flipped open to the center. The title "Harry Potter's Secret Heartache."

Hermione now knew what was happening. She was in a room Lord Voldemort who was using her as bait to lure Harry to him. He believed that garbage.

She struggled against the gag and finally was able to speak. "Hey," she shouted

"Don't shout Mudblood." Said the thin man who she supposed was Lord Voldemort.

"Lord Voldemort." She said in a calmly

He turned and faced her

She screamed at the face

Hermione woke with a startled gasp. For a moment she was scared she did not know where she was. She scrambled around in the bed trying to escape the darkness.

She found the opening jumped out into the light of the moon that was flowing through the windows.

She was still in her bed, in her dormitory, in her Pajamas. She tried to get herself to stop breathing so hard. It was not happening. She slowly walked over to the window beside her bed and opened it. The cool November breeze was really refreshing. It blew the clammy sweat off of her face. She sat there with her back to the wall and her chin on her knees till she started to see a pink glow on the horizon. The house elves would be up by now.

She slowly dressed and pinned on her head girl badge and slipped her bag over her shoulder making sure that her copy of advanced transfiguration, her wand, parchment, ink, and her eagle quill was inside before walking out of her dormitory.

A cool draft was coming through the hallways. Hermione pulled her robes closer to her. This school was safe. Nothing, especially Lord Voldemort was going to get her. She walked down a hallway and halfway down the hall way she reached a painting of a bowl of fruit. She extended her index finger and tickled the pear till it giggled and turned into a handle, just like she had done for 2 or 3 years.

She stepped into the kitchens and were immediately greeted by a dozen house elves. She bent down and began to talk to them. She had made friends with a lot of the house elves. Winky had made a full recovery and was now showing Hermione the bracelet she made out of little odds and ends she found while cleaning.

"That's great Winky, it's really pretty." Said Hermione brightly.

"Thank you kind miss." Said Winky.

No matter how hard she tried she could not convince the house elf to call her Hermione or even Hermy as Grawp, Hagrid's giant little brother had called her.

She stood up straight and looked up smiling. Then her smile vanished. She was not alone with the house elves this morning.

A boy with silvery blonde hair was sitting at the end of the room at the Slytherin table talking to the house elf she knew as Dobby.

"Malfoy?" said Hermione softly. The boy looked up and the house elf waved at Hermione, who returned it with her sweetest smile. "What are you doing down here?"

"Same thing you are I presume, couldn't sleep and wanted something to eat." He said looking at her.

"What can we gets for yous Master and Miss?" said Dobby.

"Just a bit of toast Dobby." Said Hermione walking over to her normal spot, closest to the hearth.

"Granger, you don't have to sit all the way over there do you?" he could not stop the words from slipping out of his mouth. When she turned back on him wearing a scowl he realized he had to come up with an excuse. "I mean we do have that project due on Friday."

"Uh huh, I know, why do you think I brought my bag with me?" she said walking slowly over to his table and sitting down across from him. "Lets get started!"

1 ½ hours later, Hermione was sitting with about 3 feet of tiny notes. Draco had about a foot of large notes.

"How do you take that many notes?" He asked in disbelief as she picked them up.

"Easy, I write down everything that I think might come in handy." She pulled her wand out of a pocket. "and it works." She stood up and backed off before pointing her wand at the table across from them. "Wingshapram avis." The table turned into a dove.

She looked back at Draco, he was staring at her in disbelief. "Now that is just scary." He looked at her. The bird was now flying over the Hufflepuff table.

Hermione pointed her wand at the bird. "immoblus." The bird froze in mid- air. "Deincorpreate." The bird changed back into a table. It started to fall before Hermione's wand was swishing and flicking at the table as she same, "Wingardium Leviosa." She hovered it and then directed it back to spot it first was.

"Wow." Was all he could say.

"Bye Malfoy." She picked up her bag and walked out of the door leaving him stunned

A/N. That was a kewl and fun chapter to write. Thank you to...

wzrdofozfan- I am glad you like it and as you can see i update fairly quickly.

Stormy Pheonix- I personally think it is funny the way his thoughts are all muddled, but no worries he will get them straghtened out in the end. Sp?