AN: Sorry I took so long to update this story. I decided that I wanted to continue my original story Awake into a two chapter piece, then when I returned to this story I just felt a bit lost. With the holidays and my Spring semester courses starting I didn't have a moment to put into this story until today. I also didn't feel very inspired because it didn't seem like this story was getting the reception that Awake was getting (the reviews, follows, favorites, even just reader stats were down).

Originally I wanted to write a chapter from Draco's eyes but I just didn't know if the story was to that place yet. Maybe next chapter.

Read and Review! Let me know what you guys think! I want to know you guys are out there and interested :) It will help me set aside time to write!

Quick shout out to my ONE reviewer from chapter 1 (Channell285). Hopefully the break didn't discourage you from reading!

As she stepped out of her apartment, into the sunlight and the busy sidewalks, Honey positioned her earbuds in her ears and blocked out the chaotic world around her. She couldn't quite place what made running so perfect, so relaxing, so right, but she knew that activity was her only hope for clearing last night's dream from her thoughts.

Granger, you aren't safe here.

Those words chilled her straight down the bone. Every night, before last night, when this dream haunted her sleep, that was the moment when she awoke, feeling panicked and unsure of whether she was truly in danger. Several times she had flipped on the light next to her bed, worried that a cloaked figure was lurking in the shadows.

When had the nightmares started? It had definitely been awhile, because for several months she had been seeing a shrink. Dr. Albertson believed that Honey's dreams arose from the fact that her parents had abandoned her, and she'd been left to fend for herself for so long. This was also his reasoning behind why she decided to up and relocate to California without a plan. While Honey respected that he had a degree which made him much more knowledgeable on the brain, she also felt that deep in her unconscious she was running from something else, running from something she just couldn't seem to remember.

Honey bent down to double check that her shoes were laced tight and took off in the direction of the park. With each stride, she felt her pulse quicken; with each cool draft of a breeze against her skin, she felt as if she could feel the memory of the dream ease from her mind and through her pores. She ran and with each footfall it was as if her life were falling back into place.

After what seemed like hours, she paused by a tree to check her heart rate. Honey noted that the park seemed busier today than usual. She looked around at all the families and couples with a few runners and loners sprinkled in. One gentleman her eyes lingered on for a few moments longer than everyone else. He was sitting on a bench, people watching much like her, but what made him stand out, what made her sight linger was his good looks. He seemed familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on where she had seen this gorgeous, well-dressed man before.

A little girl's giggle drove her eyesight to a family nearby. By the looks of it, the girl was learning to ride her bike without training wheels. Honey's brows knitted as she tried to remember her parents teaching her to do the same, trying to remember a time when her parents were there for her. As the father let go of the daughter's seat she squealed with delight and her mother pulled a camera up to her face.

With a click and a flash the memory would be cemented in the family's lives forever.

Honey slid slowly down the tree squeezing her eyes shut. She was trying so desperately to remember something before California but all she could see was the dream from last night flooding back into the forefront of her mind.

A flash of green light

Obliviate

What did that even mean? Obviously it wasn't English but what did it mean.

Honey stood and started running again, this time towards the public library.

Slightly over an hour later, bent over a table near the back of the library, surrounded by countless etymology books and dictionaries, Honey was even more confused. She'd borrowed a notepad from the librarian, scribbling down as much detail from the dream as she could. The guy who had saved her, his friends/her "enemies" had called him Drake or something like that, he had looked her in the eyes and said she wasn't safe anywhere. The word obliviate had returned words like forget, obliterate, oblivion, remove - but what on earth could that have to do with her safety?

Glancing up from her research, Honey noticed the well-dressed man sitting nearby. Something stirred in her chest and worry started to fill her, making her feel as if she was starting to drown. Other than earlier in the park, she knew she had seen him somewhere before, but where? When? Why? Was this guy following her?

He was just sitting there, glancing around the room, at everyone, everything, everywhere but her. As she watched him, this dark skinned man shifted in his seat, and pushed his sleeves up to his elbows. He cracked his neck from side to side, as if sitting and watching the room was starting to drain him. As he reached his arm up to rub the back of his neck, Honey's eyes fell upon the ink that darkened his forearm. A tattoo of a snake stretched across his skin and Honey could swear that it moved - but that was impossible; it had to be a trick of the light or perhaps his muscles straining against his skin as he massaged a sore spot where his neck met his broad shoulders.

When her eyes shifted to his face she gasped as she met his. A smirk played across his face and she knew that she'd been caught. The look he was giving her was a look she felt a snake probably wore right before it devoured a mouse in one gulp. If she was worried before, it didn't even measure to the weight of fear that filled her now.

Quickly she started slamming books closed and stacking them to return to the desk. She glanced back up to see the dark stranger replacing his sleeves, tightening his tie, and standing.

Shit!

She ripped the paper from the pad that the librarian had lent her. Cursing, as she noticed he was shrugging on his suit jacket, Honey realized she was running out of time. She needed to get out of there, and now! She darted for the door, apologizing to the librarian as she rushed by the desk.

Unsure whether she was being followed or not, Honey took several wrong turns hoping to throw the guy off her course. When she neared her apartment she paused quickly in the shadows of an alley across the street, glancing behind her to see if she was indeed being followed; she sure as hell didn't want to lead this stranger to her apartment. A deep chuckle around the corner filled ever millimeter of her body with a cold dread.

"We were wondering where you disappeared to mudblood." She could feel hatred behind his words even though he was still several hundred feet away.

Panic

She felt panic race through her bloodstream. She couldn't make it to her apartment without him seeing that was where she escaped, where she lived, where should would be imprisoned if he knew outside her building was where to wait. Maybe she should run a few more blocks to the police station.

She turned, running into something solid.

Shit! Of course he would bring friends!

She was most certainly dead now as a hand enclose around her arm. She was shaking and was vaguely aware of the tears sliding down her cheeks. Right before the feeling of being ripped apart slowly from the inside out wrapped her like a cloak, the same thing she'd felt near the end of last night's dream, she glanced up into silver eyes.

AN: I'll just leave the chapter there...Do you guys want a chapter from Draco's POV? That may help it seem more like a Dramione fic...Hell it'd probably help it seem more like a HP Fic in general. Yeah that is probably coming up next :D