Draco sat in his bed running a hand though his hair in thought, he couldn't stop thinking about her dream door memories rather. It had been so weird, almost like being in a pensive.

After he had gotten through out Hermione's dream and landed back in her room he got up and straightened himself up, apparently the dream was over because Hermione lay still again and her breath regained its regular sleeping pace. Draco went back to his room and had been there ever since unable to sleep, thinking about what had happened.

He couldn't believe that her friends still didn't know about her parents, he had heard them asking her how they were at the prefects meeting but Hermione had acted as though she hadn't heard them, he knew if they asked her she couldn't lie to them she would feel to guilty. Merlin, how could she go around all day with out showing how much pain she was in?

All of the sudden he remembered something from one of the death eater meetings his father had him sit in on. They had been talking about dark magic the same thing that Voldemort said was in Hermione's blood. He had said, her blood was tainted with dark magic more than she would ever know cold dark magic. Now all he had to remember is what the Death Eaters had done that meeting; it had something to do with building up a tolerance to certain levels of dark magic.

He thought back ok they were talking about how they had given everyone a dose of dark magic blood; most of them had been able to with stand about a table spoon injection without going over the edge. He remember asking what it did and his father had explained, it's a form of pain therapy they would take blood tainted with dark magic and they would inject someone with it, he had asked what it would do to them and that was when one of the other Death Eaters spoke. He had said that it was like being under the Crucio cure but yet at the same time you could feel it more in your veins in your blood rather than spread out in was just in your bloodstream, therefore the pain was more concentrated.

He had asked if anyone could live with dark magic in their blood, the man had said that someone could but there were only two who had most die at an early age because you couldn't cover up the pain with a charm. Too survive he said you also had to be tainted with royal, concentrated blood that had not been watered down though history like most others, but even with the right combination of blood you had to be able to bare the pain and only a few could handle that for the amount of time it took for a few table spoons to ware off.

Draco gasped in shock he knew Hermione had dark magic in her blood, and he also knew that she was a descendant of one of the purest bloodlines in ancient Egypt. Damn how could he not have noticed before.

Hermione woke up to the sun shinning in her window, she sat up and put her head in her hands, she had that damn dream again. She rubbed her temples with her fingers, Merlin it wouldn't get out. She had that dream at least ninety precent of the times she fell asleep.

She picked herself up and went to the bathroom she hoped to god Malfoy wasn't in there and for the first and probably the only time in her life her prayers were answered, in was empty. Hermione turned on the water and took off her night gown and stepped in. She sighed and let the warm water pounded rythmicly into her back, she couldn't think about anything else. Their word kept replaying in her head like a broken record, she knew they were right.

Hermione couldn't help it her eyes watered and she felt the hot ears running down her already wet face. She sobbed it seemed like all she could do anymore, all she knew how to control were the tears rolling down her face and now she couldn't even control them. She could feel herself, feel her heart falling apart but she didn't have anyone to put it back together it just stayed shattered on the floor. The only ones that could put her back together were either dead or didn't even care for her enough to realize that there was anything wrong in the first place.

After all even if they did find out would they now who to fix it, would they want her after she had been tainted and broken after she had been burdened with a scars that would never heal and a mark that would never disappear. Would they care if they knew who she really was and what she had done to the ones that she loved the most; Merlin she didn't even want her self anymore.

Hermione leaned her head against the cold tile of the shower, she couldn't count the times that she had regretted being born weather it was because of Voldemort of because of herself.

She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel tucking it under her arm. Not even bothering to look in the mirror she put used a drying spell on her hair and piled it up on top of her head. Malfoy seemed to be out of the dorm so she went to get a quill and some parchment off of the desk in the library.

She slowly made her way into the library. It didn't take long to find the parchment but she had to rummage for a quill. She opened a draw and almost at once she knew it was a mistake, on top of the stuff in the draw there was the velvet box that held her mothers last gift to her.

Hermione reached out and picked it up with a shaky hand, she held it in one palm and just looked at it sitting in her had. She ran her fingers across the dark green velvet and then opened it carefully; she looked at the white golden eye in set with black diamonds and dark green emeralds, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she had only worn I once. That one time was enough for her, her mother had said that it was her future and her past and she didn't deny it, the night it hung elegantly around her neck was the night her parents died, and the night her friends broke what small part of her heart that wasn't already shattered.

She sat back and leaned against the wall and for the second time that morning let the hot wet tears roll of her tan skin and land on the green eye staring knowingly back at her. Hermione brought her knees up to her chest and buried her head in her arms. She was falling, and there was no one to catch her.

Hermione had never felt so empty in her life, as she walked down to the lake to stand there for a little while, at the very least she would get some fresh air. She walked for a while looking at the ripples on the lake.

All of the sudden there was a searing pain that shot though her side. It was so sudden that she didn't have time to brace herself.

"Shit, not again!" she groaned while clutching her side. She sat down on the ground hunched over and still clutching desperately at her side.

"It's not supposed to hurt this much!" she said a little louder punching the ground with her free fist.

Just when she thought it couldn't get worse the pain increased to almost agonizingly unbearable state. She couldn't hold it back this time. She screamed in pain. Then all of the sudden it stopped and she passed out.

She could hear people whispering in what must be the hospital wing, they must have thought she was asleep.

"I don't understand I've seen this before but not even my fathers mark hurt like that and I know she could probably handle more than he can." Hermione knew that voice but from where, Merlin she couldn't for the bloody life of her remember.

Then she passed out again, and was swallowed by darkness. She thought it took a minute but after she got used to it she kind of like being here almost like she was dead she felt like she was floating and things that mattered though still heavy, didn't make her want to clutch to herself like she might fall apart.

Just when she was beginning to get used to it she was pulled forcefully out of the darkness and she could almost feel the pain sinking back into her.