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Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you again? Not mine.

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Somehow, in that small, cold room, I fell asleep. I didn't want to. It just took over my body, pulling me into darkness.

Hermione's Dream

There was Hermione, her hands on Draco's shoulders, staring into his warm silver eyes.

She was focusing only on them. The two of them were dancing on a pond of frozen water.

Suddenly, his pale eyes began to darken. Their light was slowly fading away. And, in a split second, they were gone.

What replaced them was a pair of emerald green orbs, floating carelessly around in his sockets. He said not a word. But she was slowly being sucked into those eyes.

The black pupils were soon replaced with gold and red glass, the delicate shapes zigzagging all over. Hermione recognized i instantly as the window (A/N: See prequel) It's jagged pieces were glimmering in the light that shone behind those dark eyes.

Suddenly, a soft voice filled the room.

"Hermione. Please. I need you to save me. Please Hermione." It was Draco's voice.

"Draco. I'm trying. I am." Hermione said.

The two hands that were in the window began to move towards each other. The pieces that compiled the mirror shifted and jumped to new places. Soon, the two hands were almost touching.

"You're coming Hermione. I know it." Draco's voice smothered Hermione in sadness and determination.

"I'm coming. Wait for me. I'm coming." And with that final word, the two hands in the window touched. There was a sickening boom, and the ground began to shake. The window shattered, and a blinding light filled the room.

Hermione was pushed backwards. She fell through the ice she was dancing on. She was falling. Falling.

End Dream

I woke up, breathing hard. I had to save Draco.

I tried to stand, forgetting that my leg was broken. I whimpered pitifully as I fell over. I started to crawl. As soon as I get to the stairs, music starts to play. It's so quiet, I can hardly hear it. It gets a little bit lauder. I can hear the lyrics now.

"What do you do when your heart is breaking? Write it in your blood so the whole world knows." The eerie song floats throughout the entire room, filling my head.

"What do you do when your soul is fading? The answer is easy, just let it go." The strange song continues. I'm really frightened now. The song keeps crackling, like it's being played on an old record player.

"What do you do when your last hope is gone? Sing it goodbye, with one last sad song." The song is terrifying. The lyrics are horrible and gruesome, but the melody is happy and cheerful, like carnival music. It's blasting in my ears, and is still getting louder.

"Smiles are stolen, love is taken away." I'm crying now. I'm so confused.

"You've sold you soul to the devil, nothing is okay." The song ends abruptly. There's a pop, as an intercom comes on.

"Hermione, darling. Give a shout so I can find you." Harry's voice is so cold. I stay silent.

"So, we have a rebel. What if your dear boyfriend was involved?" My breath catches in my throat.

"Say 'hi' Draco." Harry's silky voice slides over my body.

Mumbling fills the room. I can tell it's Draco. Somehow, he managed to slur out "Help... I'm waiting..." with a snap, he goes silent.

"Now, Hermione. Let's play a little game. If you cooperate, your boyfriends lives a while longer. If you lose, you can say goodbye to Drakie here." Harry's voice isn't cold any more. It's malicious. I know he's not kidding.

"The game is easy. I trust you'll catch on quickly. Ready? MARCO!" I'm frozen, I can't think, I can't speak.

"3 second, 2 seconds, 1 sec-" I have no choice.

"Polo," My quiet voice hits the still air.

"Thank you Hermione. Bad news though. You didn't play well enough. I got bored. So, you lose. Say goodbye to your boyfriend." Harry says as the intercom switches off.

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Once again, never underestimate the evil authoress Liz! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! R&R, and I'll update sooner.