-1Chapter Five: Nah, couldn't be

"OW! OW! MY STOMACH! Someone help me!" Blaise mocked me as I walked down the hall. I rolled my eyes. Did he think just because Draco was gone that he had to take his spot? I kept on walking, not saying anything to him, as the other Slytherins roared with laughter. There was a quiddtch game today and it was against Gryffindor and Slytherin, so they were being extra annoying. I sped up a little and turned the corner quickly.

My heart raced, as I felt my tear ducts fill up and threaten to burst. My hands began to shake, unsteadily. Trying to move, I realized I was like frozen in my place, looking at something that made me wish I were dead. Lucas had Caden backed against a wall and he was kissing her. I knew it would be hard on me to see them together, but I had no idea it would be this hard. I try to move again, but no go. What if one of them saw me? I couldn't explain this without telling them I like Lucas. I had to get out of here! Now! I finally make myself move and run off, heading toward the room of requirements.

I wanted a bed room. Just somewhere to lay down and rest. My feet were killing me. One thing I have learned from all this, I never want another kid. Like ever! It was too much work for me. I laid down and picked up a book on the bed side table. It was one of those muggle teen girl books. Where the girl is in love with the guy who doesn't know who she is and they get together and are happy. Yeah, one of those. I have read those type books before, but I never knew it could happen. I don't mean the happily together part, I mean all the pain the girl goes through seeing the guy she likes with someone else.

I was half way through the book when I hear the door open. What the hell? Everyone was supposed to be at the game. Had someone followed me? How do I explain all this? Who was it? I put down my book and screamed.

"M…M..M…Malfoy?!" I yelled. I hated to admit it, but I was scared. I mean, I am alone in a castle with a wanted death eater. If he killed me, who would find me? No one else knew about this room.

"Nice to see you too, Granger." He held his ear. I guess I had hurt it when I screamed. His voice seemed almost alien to me. I hadn't heard it in so long. It had been nice, really nice. Not hearing it I mean, not his voice.

"M..M…Malfoy… wh..wh…what are you do…doing here?" I studdered.

"Will you stop studdering? God, Granger. Wait…. Are you scared of me?" He questioned me, raising one eye brow. He didn't answer my question.

"N..no. Do..do…do…don't be…stu…stupid." I spat out, really trying to get ahold of myself and stop the studdering. He laughed. His laugh was just like it always had been. Cold and icy.

"You are." Malfoy laughed. "And am I not allowed to be at my own school?"

"Th…this is..is…isn…isn't your sc…school any…anymore, Malfoy!" I said with strength in my voice.

"You are right. It isn't is it?" Malfoy shrugged. "Oh well. Can't I just be here to kill a mudblood?" My heart raced. Was he meaning me?! He couldn't! My baby would die! I went for my wand and I got off the bed.

"Don't come near me." I hissed and didn't studder.

"Wouldn't if I had to." Malfoy said with a shiver. "You know, the Adava Kavada curse can go a long distance." My breathing quickened. "But don't sweat, Granger. I am going to kill you right now. I will if you tell anyone about me being here."

"Is that a threat?" I asked him.

"No. It is a promise."

"Malfoy, who do you think you are?!" What was I doing? This was a death eater here! Wait… no… this was Malfoy. The same scared little ferret I had hit in my third year. Why was I acting after of him? "You can't just come in here and act like this! You are a wanted death eater and if you are seriously stupid if you think I am not telling them I saw you here." Malfoy was over to me and had me pinned against a wall, hand around my neck, in less than five seconds.

"Granger, I don't think you see that I have the power to kill you." I reach up to his hands and try to pry them apart. Damn, when did he get so strong? Did they train death eaters or something? He raised me up by the throat. Was he going to let me die? I was chocking here! I should have just went to the pitch. He then dropped me and I feel to my knees, gasping for air and holding my throat. He was crazy. Not that he was ever sane, he was just worse now.

I scrambled to my feet and made a dash toward the door. But I knew I couldn't make it. He grabbed my wrist and slammed me into the nearest wall. I held my stomach. This wasn't good for the baby. It couldn't be. I wimpered.

"Aw, did I hurt poor little Granger?" He rolled his eyes. Why was he even here? He already said it wasn't to kill me, so why? Why in this room?

"How long have you been here?" I asked, getting to my feet again.

"If you must know, just today." He looked at me. I felt a coldness rush over me as his icy eyes stared into mine. "Remember, not a word about me being here. Although, I doubt anyone would believe you anyway." With that he gave his famous Malfoy smirk and left the room.

I put a hand over my chest, breathing fast and feeling my heart pushing to burst out of my chest. I had to go tell! I rushed out of the room and out to the pitch. No one was there! Where was everyone? I ran into the castle to find everyone in the Great Hall. I went and took a seat next to Harry.

"Harry. What is going on?" I asked him.

"You haven't heard?" He handed me a copy of The Dayliy Profet. I nearly fainted when I began to read. The head line read Deatheater Caught and Killed! I went on to read that that Deatheater had been Malfoy. He had been caught and killed early yesterday morning. This wasn't possible. I just saw Malfoy not even an hour ago. He wasn't dead. I had the mark on my wrist to prove it. How was all this possible? I began to get really confused. I threw down the paper and went up to Gryffindor tower.

Sitting in the common room, looking into the flame, I began to wonder if I was crazy. I mean, if Draco Malfoy died yesterday, then how did I just have had a conversation with him today. Had I saw a ghost? No, that couldn't have been it. He didn't look anything like Nearly Headless Nick did. Had I dreamed it? No, I would remember waking up if I did.

"I GOT IT!" I yelled, catching the rooms attention. "Sorry, figured out something on my homework." I grabbed my coat and rushed out of the room. Then out of the castle. I knew it! Polyjucie potion. It would have worn off by now. I was going to sneak into Merlin's funeral home and see that Malfoy isn't there. Some poor stupid kid is where he is supposed to be and he will be so busted.

After getting off Hogwarts grounds I apparated to the funeral home. I looked in a window and saw someone at the desk. Damn, no go that way. Or was there. I looked up on the thing to tell who was being seen and Draco Malfoy was one of them. I smiled and went in, telling the guy I was a friend of Draco's. He looked at me weird.

"A friend of a death eater's?" He raised an eye brow.

"Good heavens, no. Draco wasn't a death eater. Those nasty rumors." The guy looked at me weird again and the nodded and I proceeded in. Close casket. Wow Malfoy, you have through of everything, I thought. But I still know. You can't fool me. I looked around to make sure no one was around. I started to wonder why a death eater would have a funeral, but then realized they must have families too. Shaking the thought off, I moved over to the casket. This was creppy. I slowly lifted the lid to the casket. Ah ha! Wait… Malfoy was there. No, this couldn't be! He isn't dead! I put my head to his chest, but didn't hear anything. Feeling his face, it was cold as ice and hard. Draco Malfoy was dead. How was this possible? I just talked to him! Maybe I was going crazy. I shut the casket and headed back to the castle.

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"Hermione where have you been?!" Luke requested. I shook my head and waved him to leave me alone. "Hermione!"

"What?!" I yelled, turning to look at him. He looked a little taken aback.

"Where were you?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Because I was worried something was wrong with you know what and you left without telling anyone." Lucas said in a no duh tone.

"Luke, believe it or not, you are not my father!" Damn these mood swings. I rushed up to the girls dorm. Who did he think he was? What was wrong with everyone today. Or the better question was, what was wrong with me today? I just needed a good nights rest and I would be fine. Right?

A/N: I hope you all like this chapter. I am devoting all day to writing, so I might have another chapter up soon.