Draco had continued to wonder what was wrong with the mudblood even after she had retired to her bedchamber. "Maybe it's PMS" He finally resided, laughing slightly, but also quite grossed out.
A few hours after doing nothing but reading his potions book, he looked up at the clock above the fireplace mantel, and saw that it was quite late. 9:58. "Just great," He said aloud to no one in particular. "It's time to do rounds with Granger."
Malfoy put his school robes back on over top of his white school shirt and black pants, and began pacing the common room waiting for Granger to come down to do their rounds. After about 10 or 15 minutes, he decided that she must have forgotten, and pondered whether or not he should go and get her, or simply leave without her.
Hermione awoke suddenly. There had been a sharp knocking on her bedroom door, and she looked down at her wrist to see the puddle of blood, which had formed and dried, both on her arm, and bed sheets.
"Wh-who is it?" Hermione called out, being quite afraid that whoever was at the door might come in and see the current state, which she was in.
"Granger it's time to patrol," she heard Malfoy's voice call out impatiently. "Hurry up, you're late." And with that, she heard his footsteps fade out as he went down the stairs.
Hermione quickly threw on a fresh pair of school robes and muttered a quick healing charm to heal and clean the cuts on her left wrist. Quickly she threw her hair up into a quick but messy ponytail, put her wand inside of her robes, and ran down her stairs, only to see Malfoy's robe just leaving the portrait.
"Bloody git, couldn't even wait a few moments for me to come downstairs…" Hermione had said to herself angrily.
Running out the portrait, Hermione caught up with a frustrated Draco Malfoy.
"Took you long enough Mudblood." He had snarled at her as he quickened his pace, seemingly to be avoid being anywhere close to her.
For once Hermione did not say anything back. She just simply walked on beside Malfoy, which she found was quite difficult because she was having a hard time keeping up with his long strides.
On this night they were only supposed to be patrolling the corridors for an hour, simply to see if there was anyone staying out of bed after hours after the first night after classes. On normal occasions, McGonagall said that they were to just monitor between the hours of 10 and 11:30 on Friday's.
It was a very quiet night, and the two had only found one couple who had been off snogging in an empty classroom. Ravenclaws. They had deducted 25 points for being out after hours, though there was a slight argument because the Ferret had wanted to deduct 50.
"Malfoy, it was just the first day after classes, and the two probably hadn't seen each other all summer, let them get away with it this time," Hermione had said calmly, deciding to cut the two some slack.
Malfoy had just mumbled something to himself that sounded to Hermione like, "Filthy little mudblood," But whatever, she was used to it by now.
As 11:30 finally rolled by, Hermione said that she had needed to stop to use a girl's lavatory, and that she would just see Malfoy around. Shrugging his shoulders and wondering why Hermione didn't just use the one back at the Head's dorms, Malfoy walked away.
As soon as he had disappeared around a corner, Hermione ran to the nearest girls' bathroom, Hermione ran into the first stall and threw up. "Oh Merlin.." Hermione groaned, feeling sick all over again.
She did not want Malfoy to see her in the state that she had been in earlier, so she had just escaped to a public bathroom, knowing full well that she wouldn't be seeing anyone out after hours. If she did however, they would be in trouble.
Tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks. She was in so much pain it was becoming unbearable. She didn't like being so sick, yet she did not know where it came from.
Dry heaving was all she could do after a while, so she splashed cold water on her face, took a few deep breaths, and decided to go back to her room.
She had been sleeping for much longer than she would have liked to. She only wanted to catch a nap that was an hour, or an hour and a half maximum, because now she was going to have to be up until all hours working on her potions assignment.
Hermione continued walking, and while on one of the many moving staircases, thought she heard footsteps behind her. "Lumos," she said, turning only to see the shadow of someone on the staircase below her.
"Whoever you are," She called down to them, "I'll let you know, that I am Head Girl, and as soon as I see what house you are in you'll get serious points deducted unless you go back to your house immediately!"
Satisfied in thinking that the person would do as she said, Hermione continued on her way back towards her own dorm, this time, with her wand still lit.
After a few moments, Hermione began to hear the footsteps again more quickly coming from behind her, and whipped around to see none other than Harry Potter standing in front of her.
"Hello Hermione," he had said, grinning.
"Harry…go back to the Gryffindor tower before I have to deduct from our house," Hermione said, trying not to show how absolutely terrified she was. But Harry did not force her up against a wall like she assumed he would, or hit her, or try to hurt her, he just moved slowly forward, cupped her head and his hand, and kissed her.
Hermione was frozen. Not only in fear, but in shock as well. She had no idea why Harry was kissing her, and she could not even respond to it. The kiss wasn't forceful, or hungry, like all of his other kisses had been, even when they had first begun going together, but it was sweet, and gentle, the kind of kiss she had always wanted from him.
After she realized what was going on, Hermione pulled away. "No," She thought, "I can't let him just march on up to me and kiss me after all that he's put me through! Yet the kiss was so nice…"
Harry looked down at Hermione slightly confused. "What's wrong?" He asked her, and when she said nothing, he leaned down, and again, began to kiss her, slow, and passionately.
Hermione could not believe what was going on. Was she dreaming? Was Harry finally coming to his senses? She was so confused, and had been feeling so many different emotions wound up into one big ball, that she could not even tell sense of time or direction.
For a moment all was lost, and she did not know where she was, or what she was doing, as she embraced the moment, wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, and kissed him back.
For what seemed like ever, Hermione stayed locked with Harry at the lips, and she could not have wanted him more than at that moment when he slid his arms around her waist gently.
Finally, Harry pulled away, leaving Hermione frustrated and wanting more.
"Harry, why did you stop?" She asked him, looking up at him, gazing into those emerald green eyes.
"Hermione, I just wanted to tell you, that I love you," Harry said serenely, gazing lovingly into Hermione's eyes, and it was in this moment, that her knees felt weak, and she didn't think she could stand any longer as she leaned up against Harry and crushed her lips against his.
Suddenly he began shaking her.
"Hermione," he called out to her, shaking her first gently, now more roughly. "Hermione!"
"Yes, I'm right here!" She said confused. "Please, don't stop…" Was all she was thinking.
"Hermione!"
Hermione's eyes fluttered open to see a small Hufflepuff girl looking down at her desperately. "Oh finally you are awake!" She said looking frightened. "Hermione, I was so scared. You mustn't know who I am, I'm a first year. My name is Hilary."
Hermione couldn't comprehend what the girl was saying. All she could hear was her voice saying "My name is Hilary" over and over again. "No," Hermione thought. "Where is he? Where's Harry!"
Hermione began crying all over again. It had all been a dream. Just one fantastic dream, where Harry had finally begun to return back to his old self, and be normal, just like Hermione had wanted him to be. He had loved her, not abused her, and it was all just in a dream
She could not stop crying. The world before her eyes was spinning, and she was so angry at everything, and everyone. Why did her life have to be so damn confusing! Why couldn't it go back to the way things were before. To the good old days…
Suddenly Hermione stood up. It was too much for her, and she fell back to the ground, hearing the girl called Hilary saying something to her while holding her up. Hermione had no idea what was being said, but she nodded her head slightly anyways.
Up and down up and down, those were the directions in which her head was moving, right? She didn't know anymore.
Hermione had been back at school for two days, and already there was only two feelings that she had begun to feel. One, being fright. She was absolutely terrified. Harry could come at any time, as was shown in her dream, and he could do whatever he wanted to her. She needed to find a way to protect herself against him. But what could she do? Both his magical ability, and his physical ability were much stronger than her own, though she was book smart. But book smarts wouldn't help her in this world, not in a world where she was being abused, and always lived in fear.
The second emotion that she was feeling was confusion. No longer did Hermione know what was going on all around her, and no longer was she aware of who and where she was. She had always been so intelligent, so beautiful, so kind, so loving and caring. What had she done to deserve all of this pain?
It killed her to feel this way, but she didn't know how she could ever begin to feel any differently, when she had no idea how to eliminate any of her problems.
Surprisingly, Hermione ended up finding herself back at the Head's common room, and she steadied herself against the fire place, as she went to the stair case next to it, and began to crawl slowly up the stairs, unable to walk any longer.
Soon enough Hermione found herself laying down on a comfortable large bed in her dark room. She was so tired, and so nauseated, that she didn't even notice the figure lying next to her.
The last thing that she remembered hearing before drifting off to sleep was "Bloody hell!"
Well, there was Chapter 6... I'm sure a lot of you didn't enjoy that chapter, in all honesty, I didn't either. I am seriously considering discontinuing this fanfiction... if anyone has anything to say to me than just go ahead and review, or e-mail me at Carly x