AN: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I do own any of these characters just merely borrowing them.

I did NOT use a Beta for this Chapter as she is having is having computer problems I will have it Beta'd later I hope you will still enjoy it

Hey this chapter is short, I hope that it isn't too disappointing, I plan on making the next longer I hope you enjoy and Thank You for reading! If you like my story, thank you and please bare with me it will get better as it goes!

Chapter 3

Hermione woke up in the hospital wing; Harry, Ron, and Ginny were sitting at her bedside. She instantly sat up giving herself a head rush but shook it off. Her blankets were itchy and she threw them off her to the end of the bed. It was still late must've fainted or blacked out in McGonagall's office. Looking around she couldn't hear anything other than Ron and Harry talking to her but she wasn't listening to what they were saying. Her mind was still processing the information she got earlier. Then she felt a tender warm hand on her hand, it was Ginny's, her best friend. She was smiling warmly at her asking through her eyes if everything was alright.

"Sorry guy's how long have I been here?" Hermione finally managed to ask.

"Mione' you've been out for a couple hours, what happened did McGongall take away your Head Girl badge or somethin'?" Ron asked.

"No! Honestly Ronald. I just received a letter, actually two and got some information that I don't wish to talk about right now."

"What?! Come on Mione' you can tell us were your best mates." Ron yelled.

"If Hermione doesn't want to talk about it we won't push it. Right Ron?" Harry urged him.

"Fine." Ron grumbled.

"You want me to show you where your room is?" Ginny asked her.

"Am I allowed to go?"

"Yeah, McGonagall just asked that if you needed to talk to her about anything that you come straight to her." Ginny told her.

"Alright, let's go then, I hate this place." They all laughed at her knowing the meaning behind her words. They all walked out of the room and Harry and Ron separated from them heading up the stairs to the tower. Ginny pulled Hermione the opposite way of the stairs and to her Head's dormitory. Reaching a large painting of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, they looked to be in an argument but stopped when they realized that they had an audience.

"Password?" Godric asked.

"Caput Draconis." Ginny answered for Hermione and the painting opened. They both entered and it shut behind them.

"How come only Godric asked the question?" Hermione enquired.

"Well to put it simply you're a Gryffindor so you answer to your own house, and Malfoy answers to the Slytherin side this allows you to each have your own password while the magic in the door keeps track of your comings and goings."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"Okay, well I'll be leaving your door is the one with your initials I'll see you later I'm off to bed, night."

"Goodnight." She responded and headed to her room as she heard the painting shut. Opening the door to her room it was Gryffindor colors, she had her own desk and bookshelf. There was a door to their shared bathroom and a window out looking the Quidditch field. She shed off her robes and quickly put her pajamas on. Exhausted she fell on bed and pulled covers up to her nose and was asleep in minutes.

Draco's POV

He woke to screaming coming from Hermione's room, throwing his blankets completely off the bed in the process. He ran into her room to find her thrashing around in her sleep. Putting his hands on her shoulders trying to get her to wake up but it wasn't working. Finally he put a silence charm on her room to keep others from hearing. After sometime of holding her she grabbed onto his shirt and held on breathing deeply but still not awake.

"Please, no I swear it's fake…"

"I didn't steal it…"

"Please, stop…"

All her cries and pleas unmanned him and he didn't know why. He usually couldn't care less what was wrong with Granger. Ever since he found out that she was actually Flamels Great-Grand daughter and that they were now engaged, he felt his possessive side kick in. Running his hands through her hair he was surprised at how soft it was. When he stopped he heard her whimper at the loss of his touch and began to stroke his fingers across her face. She sighed in content; this made him arch his brow in confusion. She felt better when he touched her, normally she would flinch in his presence. After he was assured that she was calm and wouldn't have any more nightmares he slipped out of her room and went to bed.

Reviews are apprciated Thank You!