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A/N Just in case, I used the last name "Urie" from the lead singer of Panic! At the Disco, so, don't kill me!

Whisper

Chapter Two

"Hermione," I heard a voice whispering to me. It sounded distant, as if they were far away. I opened my eyes, a face in front of me.

It was Brian.

He had me in his strong arms, a crowd of people around us. The one face I looked for, I couldn't find.

"Hermione!" Ginny said, as she kneeled down beside Brian and I. "What happened? You were out for two minutes! I was so frightened!"

I stared at her, unable to speak.

I couldn't tell her infront of all those people, mainly Brain, that my phantom was back. Or, at least I thought he was. I racked my memory, trying to remember what happened before I fainted. Those eyes, I remember his silver eyes staring back into mine. As if he was here again.

"I-I don't remember," I said softly, catching the gaze of Brian. I could see pure worry in his eyes. I smiled at him. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, returning my smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, struggling to sit up. Brian lifted my eaisly with his arms, helping me. I sat up, the crowd gone (except for Ginny), seeing that I was okay. I put my hand on my head, my head throbbing. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

Ginny looked at me suspiciously. "Alright," she said, still staring at me.

I caught her, and smiled reassuringly at her. I tried telling her with my eyes that I'd saw him. It didn't work.

Harry came in a few moments later, and saw us all standing in the doorway. He came up beside Ginny, and took her hand. He had a smile on his face, but it quickly went away as he glanced at Ginny.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Hermione was walking along with Brian here, and she just fainted," she said, looking at Harry.

He looked at me. "Are you okay?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," I said, getting frustrated.

Harry nodded. He looked at Brian. "And, I guess you're Hermione's saviour?"

He laughed a hearty laugh. "I guess I am," he said, sticking out his hand. "Brian Urie. Nice to meet you, Mr.Potter."

Harry grinned, and shook his hand. "How'd you know?"

Brian pointed to his own forehead. Harry laughed. "Yeah, that's me. So, I take it you're a wizard...?"

"Yes I am, as a matter of fact. I had just told Hermione this, when we started to leave, and then I lost her," he said, nodding his head toward me.

"I think I'm ready to go home," I said softly. I wasn't feeling to hot, and I felt like I'd vomit there on the spot.

Brian nodded. "Okay. Nice meeting you all."

"Maybe we should all get together sometime," Harry said, shaking Brian's hand once again in departure. "Perhaps Saturday night?"

I glared at Harry, well aware he was setting up a date. Without my permission. I didn't care at the moment, all I knew is I wanted to be home in my warm, poofy bed.

"If Hermione agrees," Brain said, turning to me.

His eyes were full of hope, I could tell. I grinned at him. "That's fine with me. I'm off that day."

"There we are then," Harry said. "How about we meet in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks around seven? Haven't been there in awhile. We can have a drink or two, and then we'll go from there."

"That sounds fine, Harry," I said, my tone short of sharp. Harry glanced at me.

"See you guys Saturday night then," he said, as I guided Brian out the door. I still felt sick.

Brian followed me out the club, right behind me the whole time.

"How did you get here?" I asked, my vision blurring slightly.

"Well, since we're in muggle London, I drove here," he said, guiding me to his car.

I put on my best smile and followed him. We walked a little ways to his car, all the while, my mind blinded with thoughts of Draco. Where in the hell did he come from? I thought to myself, as Brian opened the door for me. I put one foot in the car, and vomited on the sidewalk.

Brian came up behind me, and held up my hair. "Are you sure you're okay, Hermione?"

I shook my head and retched again. I sat up slowly, and wiped my mouth. Damn those daquiri's. "No, I'm not sure," I said, sitting up. "Too much to drink I guess," and someone from my past showed up unexpectedly, or maybe I'm losing my mind and just think I saw him. Yeah, that's me, Hermione Granger, photographer for Witch Weekly, and I'm seeing things. "Can we just leave?"

He was already in the driver's seat, before I closed my door.

"Just tell me where you live, okay?" he said, as he put the car in gear.

"Go left," I said softly, still recovering from my accident. I told him where I lived, the only talking among us, was my directions. An akward feeling creeped over me. This is not how I expected to win a guy over. Fainting in his arms, then vomiting at his feet, surely wasn't the new "how to make a man fall madly in love with you" thing.

He pulled up to my flat, and parked. He got out of the car, coming to open my door. He offered a hand, and helped me out of the car. He walked me too my door.

"Well," he said slowly, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Interesting night."

I grinned. "Yeah. I'm sorry. That's not really what I usually do to get a guy ask me out. Usually it's the same old, 'call you tommorrow' deal."

He smiled. "You still have my attention, though, Hermione," he said, looking up at me.

I blushed. "Thanks Brian," I said quietly. "Usually this is where the guy asks me out again, but since we already have a date set up, I guess I'll see you Saturday?"

He smiled. "I guess so. I'll pick you up around six thirty."

I nodded my head. "Okay then."

We stood there for a moment or two, neither of us knowing what to do. Finally I smiled.

"Goodnight, Brian," I said, grinning.

He put a hand on my arm and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight."

He walked back to his car, as I put my key in the door. I unlocked it, and walked into my dark living room. I flicked on the light tossing my keys on the table, and walked into my bedroom. I fell on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. I put my hands on my face, and closed my eyes, my mind still full with thoughts of Draco.

XXX

"Hermione, I want this finished by Friday," Sam said, as she put the photos on my desk.

I looked up at her. She was smiling. "Yes, Sam," I said, taking the manila folder from her.

"I know you'll do a great job, Hermione. You always do," she said, as she walked away from my desk.

I opened the folder, and stared at the headshots I had taken of The Weird Sisters. I sighed, and a thought ran across my mind.

I ran to catch up with her. "Hey Sam!" I called. She turned her head. I caught up with her. "Can we talk for a moment? I won't be long."

She grinned. "Sure, Hermione. Just come into my office," she said, leading me into her office. She sat down behind a desk stacked with papers. "Have a seat."

She pointed to a chair infront of her desk. I sat down, and crossed my legs. I hesitated before speaking.

"Well, what is it? You look distressed," she said, cocking her head to the side.

"This is going to be kind of random, and a bit unusual, and you might have just... you know.. pushed it from your mind, but I think maybe you're the only person that might know something about it," I said, playing with my hands.

She chuckled. "Well, go on."

I sighed. "Have you heard anything from or about Draco?" I asked slowly, looking at her face. I was waiting for her reaction. Obiviously, she remembered him.

She frowned. "Not in about six years. Why?"

"I think I might've seen him somewhere recently."

"I don't know, Hermione. He hasn't been around in a really long time. What would make him come back?"

"That's what I'm wondering, Sam."

"Well, you might've just thought you saw him, 'Mione. I mean, you were very smitten with him. Almost as if you were in love with him."

I sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right, Sam. Thanks, though," I said, standing up.

"I heard you've got yourself a boyfriend," she said, grinning.

"Have you been talking to Gin?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Pehaps," she said laughing.

"Well, I guess you could say Brian and me are.. you know.." I said, walking to the door.

"Good luck, Hermione," she said, smiling. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

I smiled slightly. "Yeah, okay. I better get to work then."

"Yes. Friday, Hermione. This is very important, so please do your best. Which, I'm sure you will, as you always do."

I walked out of her office, and sat at my own desk, leafing through the photos. I had to finish this. I was looking for a promotion to photographer/head decorater for the magazine pictures. If I did this well, Sam was going to promote me.

My mind was not fully on my work, though. Once or twice when I came across a picture with a blonde head in the background, I couldn't help but wonder if it was Draco. I shook my head each time, ridding the thought and continued working.

"Excuse me, Miss Granger?" a voice asked.

I had been working for a couple of hours, just finishing it up, when Carla stood over me. "Yes?"

"This is for you," she said, laying the red rose on my desk, along with a note.

"Thanks," I said slowly, taking the note from her. She nodded and left me alone.

I brought the rose to my nose, smelling it. It smelled sweet. I smiled, and opened the card. I furrowed my brow when I read the messege.

I'll be there, whispering in your ear once more.

XXX

I sat in the pub, a bottle of Firewhiskey in my hand. I brought it to my lips and took a drink.

"How long do you plan on staying this time, Malfoy?" he asked me, staring at me.

"I'm going to be here for awhile, Zabini," I said, looking back at him.

"Did you come back because of her?"

I grunted.

"I think she's moved on, Draco. You saw her the other night, and she definately saw you."

I flinced slightly. I had indeed seen her. With Urie. I scowled.

I had been pacing my time, just waiting to speak to her again. It had been three months since I'd been here, and I never did speak to her. A mistake I couldn't take back. If only...

I scowled more. If only I had never left.

I was still in love with her, and I couldn't seem to get her off my mind. For the years I was gone, the only thing I thought of was going back to her. The only thing that kept me sane was her. And now I was afraid she had moved on, living me only as a memory. I wouldn't blame her.

"Yeah, I saw her, Zabini," I said, my tone cold.

"With Brian?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean a damn thing, Zabini. He was just escorting her home because she was a bit tipsy. That doesn't mean they're dating."

He scowled at me. "Can't you just get over her, Draco, I mean it was long ago. How can you still be in love with her?"

He set my bottle down and stood up. "Love does things to you, Zabini. You won't understand until it happens to you."

"She's just a mudblood!" he said angrily.

I grabbed him by his throat, glaring at him menecily. "Don't ever say that again in my presence, Zabini, or I will castirate you."

I let go of him, and he brought his hands to his throat. I downed the rest of my drink, and put my cloak on.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Mother expects me to help her with planning for our annual get-together we have every year. You know, the one you're always at? God, when did you become so dense?"

He scowled, making a rude gesture at me. "Whatever, Malfoy. See you later."

I nodded to him, and walked out of the pub.

I walked along the streets, past all the buildings. Everyone was out for a glorious Saturday night. I walked passed couples holding hands, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't help but wish one of those people were me with Hermione.

I glanced into a window, when I heard a loud laugh come from inside, after a man had stepped out. I froze, staring inside the window, staring at the people behind it.

I felt my stomach leapt when I saw her. She was sitting with Potter and Weasley, apparently alone. I hesitated, then walked into the Three Broomsticks. I gave myself a quick pep talk, preparing for what I was about to do.

I looked up again, I gasped slightly. A pain went through my chest, when a figure sat down beside her.

She wasn't alone.

You see everything
You see every part
You see all my light
And you love my dark

You dig everything
Of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to
Which you can releate
And you're still here

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