A/N Hey guys! Sorry this took so long in coming, I hit a massive bout of writers block. But, problem solved, I wrote three sentances and was suddenly like 'That's it!' Thus, the next four pages. XD Hope you enjoy!

Also, sorry for all the mistakes in the first chapter, I fixed as many as I got to, but if you see any others, please let me know!

From my other FanFic, 'Flight Among the Stars', I said the first five people to review would be mentioned in this chapter, so I would like to thank BlackHeartedBirthday, Alexa1993, Shorty653, Asianwitch, and Ducky for the reviews! I really appreciated them, guys!

So, this A/N is getting too long. Again, pleeaaasssee review! I want to know if I should continue this FanFic or stop! Thanks! ~Crookshanks

A few days after their exchange, Harry still had not said a word to Hermione, which troubled her greatly. If he really was that offended, why hadn't he told her? Why had he remained buried in his own emotions, without thought of how she might feel about it? She shook herself mentally. She was just over exaggerating was all. He would come around soon.

"Hey Hermione!"

Hermione was jolted from her thoughts by Ginny's enthusiastic call. She turned to see the redhead dashing towards her across the courtyard and stopped walking. When Ginny reached her, Hermione noticed her friend was panting. "What's up?" she asked as they started walking towards their next class, Potions. Hermione had been dreading it all week. Tonight was her detention with Snape as well. It had been cancelled the other day because of unknown reasons, and it made her all the more nervous.

"Hermione? Is something wrong?" Ginny asked, concern edging her voice.

"I'm fine," she replied. "Just thinking. Did you hear that Dean Thomas made the Quidditch team?" she changed the subject before Ginny could ask any more questions.

"Yeah, isn't it great? Keeper, too!" Ginny's face went red. Hermione noticed.

"You're not still going out with him are you?" she asked incredulously. "I thought you broke up!"

"We did!" Ginny replied hotly, her stride lengthening. "Come on, we'll be late for class."

When they arrived at the dungeons twenty minutes later, Professor Snape was lecturing the class on the uses of Moonstone and other important potions ingredients. He didn't even glance at the two Gryffindors as they slunk into the cold, dark room. "Late again, are we?" he drawled, sending chills of trepidation down Hermione's spine. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Take your seats." They did as they were told and he continued. "Now, as you should know…"

Potions class was slow today, mainly because Snape was showing them how to make a very difficult potion and everyone was getting confused and asking questions. Neville, who failed miserably in Potions, kept adding the wrong ingredients to his cauldron. Snape stood over him the rest of that class after Neville added ragwort instead of burdock, causing colourless, odourless gas to fill the air. While Snape said it would not kill anyone, he never said it wouldn't harm them. Afterwards, everyone was afraid to breathe.

When they finally let out, Hermione was in a reasonably bad mood. Her brew had turned a nasty shade of green, instead of the lime color Snape had mentioned. When he had observed hers, he threatened to make her take some if it did not improve by end of class. She finally managed a sea green, which apparently satisfied Snape to an extent, for he did not make her drink any.

"I never want to go to Potions again," Ginny commented as they walked down the hall to their next class, Defense against the Dark Arts. "That bastard said he didn't do as bad as I did when he was in his first year. Arrogant git, he is." She shook her head, exasperated, when Hermione laughed.

"You know, for once, I agree with you on that," she smirked, and rolled her eyes. They shared a laugh until Harry appeared.

"What's so funny?" he asked. He more or less directed the question at Ginny, completely ignoring the fact that Hermione was standing right there. He fell in step with them, readjusting his bookbag so it hung off lopsided off his shoulder. "Do you have Defense next?"

Ginny nodded, though she looked uncomfortable with his intentional exclusion of Hermione's existence. "Yes, Hermione and I were just heading there now." Unexpectedly she asked, "Why are you ignoring Hermione? What did she ever do to you?"

Harry clenched his fists, his face reddening in irritation. He chose not to answer her question, instead lengthening his stride to pull away from the two girls. He disappeared around the corner shortly.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a perplexed look. "What was that about?" Ginny asked. Hermione shrugged and they resumed their conversation from earlier.

After Defense against the Dark Arts was their free period. They met up in the Gryffindor common room, which was empty except for Crookshanks, who immediately claimed Hermione's lap. Hermione glanced at Ginny, who sat across from her on a red armchair with a Gryffindor Lion embroidered in the fabric. "Can I tell you something?" she asked warily, her eyes averted.

Ginny gave her a queer look and nodded. "Of course, you know that."

Hermione smiled weakly. She couldn't bear keeping it to herself any longer. "Remember that morning, when Professor Snape gave me detention?" When the redhead nodded affirmative, she continued. "Well, I want to tell you why I reacted like I did." And she went on to explain all about her dream and what exactly had happened that day with Snape. When she finished, Ginny was staring at her with shock plain on her face.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked. "I could have helped!"

Hermione winched visibly at those words. They sounded too much like her own said to Harry that day…

Ginny's face relaxed at her distressed expression and she rested a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "If you need anything, you know I'll listen. Anytime, anyplace. Alright?"

Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's almost time for lunch," she commented. "Should we—"

She was cut off as Collin Creevy, a fourth year, burst through the door and stood panting a moment. Relief flickered in his eyes when he spotted them. "You have to come quick!" He gasped out. "It—it's Harry!"

The two girls leaped to their feet instantly. Hermione, forgetting her problems in the heat of the moment, demanded, "What's wrong? Is he hurt?"

Collin braced himself against a red embroidered arm chair. Without speaking, and still breathless, he pushed his way back through the portrait hole, gesturing them to follow, which they did without wavering. They followed Collin through the long corridors, down the Shifting Stairs, and headed straight for…

"The library," Hermione realized suddenly. "What was he doing there?"

Collin had managed to catch his breath and said, "He was trying to find something on Moonstone. Said he failed in potions…" he trailed off as they entered the spacious library. He led them straight for the back corner.

When Hermione spotted Harry, she nearly fainted in shock.

"Come in," The Headmaster called calmly, admitting them in.

Hermione quickly pushed open the heavy wooden door and ushered Collin and Ginny, who was supporting Harry's limp body on her shoulder, inside the neatly organized room.

Dumbledore was sitting at his intricate desk, skimming official looking papers when they entered. When he saw Harry, he immediately stood and his eyes widened. "What happened?" He asked, concern edging his voice.

Hermione spoke first. "Well, I don't know exactly what happened, but Collin was there. He could tell you." She sat back and gestured at Collin.

The boy cleared his throat nervously and began. "Well, Harry was in the library looking for books on Moonstones. When I came in, he was sitting at a table by the window, reading Mysterious Minerals; an Advanced Guide to Potion Elements. He saw me and snapped the book shut before I could see what he was reading. Th—then he told me, really rudely, to get away from him. His eyes were all angry-like, and he was glaring like I was You-Know-Who or something. Then he kind of…" he trailed off and had to start again. "He kind of got this weird, fazed look in his eyes, and he slammed the book down and leaped at me, turning into a strange wolf-like creature in midair. I—I was frozen, I couldn't move. I don't know why. Then, Madam Pince showed up. She stared at me and shushed me, not even looking at Harry, who was growling menacingly at her." He paused, noticing how he had everyone's rapt attention. Hermione and Ginny had melodramatically horrified looks on their faces, and Dumbledore was watching him curiously. He continued more confidently, but still shaken from the memory. "When he had almost reached me, a flash of silver shot past me and hit him in the chest. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain, I think. I turned and saw Professor Snape standing with his wand out. He was pale—" He paused when Ginny snickered. "Well, paler than usual, like he's seen a ghost. When he saw me staring, he turned and disappeared. That's when I went and got Hermione and Ginny." He stopped, out of breath.

Dumbledore nodded thanks to the young boy. "Miss Granger, did you know that Harry could do…that? Or you, Miss Weasley?"

They shook their heads and Hermione glanced down at Harry's still lifeless body. He hadn't moved since they arrived at Dumbledore's office. When they had gotten to the library, Harry had been sprawled on the floor, his body covered in black fur and his eyes wide and glassy. Hermione had thought he was dead, but she later realized it was only the after effects of Snape's Stunning Spell. Just thinking of the Potions master made her cringe in disgust, but it was moderately restrained by another emotion. Gratitude. He had saved Collin, and most likely Harry as well. What she couldn't understand though, was why? Why had he helped Collin, and Stunned Harry in defense? She shook herself mentally. No time for peripatetic thoughts.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Dumbledore's kind inquiry jolted her back to the present. She scolded herself for letting her mind wander again.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I was just thinking, what happened to Harry? Collin said he turned into a wolf like creature. Could he be a…?" she gulped, afraid to say it.

But Dumbledore just shook his head, an amused smile playing across his face. "No, Harry is not a werewolf. They can only transform on the full moons. Indeed, I have not come across this before. It could be anything…" He trailed off, and after a moment pulled out his wand. Hermione instinctively reached for hers as well in case the Headmaster tried to hex Harry, but he only chuckled. "No worries, Miss Granger. I am only summoning Professor Snape. I thought perhaps he could help."

He flicked his wrist and a silvery Patronus spilled from the tip of his wand, hovering a few feet above the ground. "Severus, your experience is needed. Please come to my office immediately." With another flick, the shimmering Patronus vanished and Dumbledore turned his attention back to the three students in his office. "Now, I assume you know of the severity of this situation?" He asked. They nodded wordlessly and he opened his mouth to say more, but at that moment the fire in the mantel turned from red to green and Professor Snape stepped out, his expression registering shock when he saw the four Gryffindors present.

He glanced at Dumbledore, his face reposing itself quickly. "What is the meaning of this, Headmaster?" He drawled in his unfathomable tone. "Why did you summon me?"

Dumbledore's lip quirked amusedly at Snape's impatient tone of voice. "Thank you for coming Severus. We appear to have a problem with young Mr. Potter here. He was found in the library—"

"Yes, yes, I am very much aware of that." Snape interrupted impatiently. "And you are wondering as to why he was as he was," he guessed with a smirk.

Dumbledore nodded and he lowered his voice. "I thought that you would be able to tell us why such a strange occurrence has, well, occurred. Do you have any opinions on the matter?" When Snape didn't answer, he sat back in his chair. "Please take a seat, Severus. You cannot possibly be thinking of standing the whole time?"

The Potions Master scowled and slowly settled into the only available chair, next to Hermione's own. A grimace twisted her features as she noticed she was barely a couple feet from the most hated teacher in the school. If Snape perceived her discomfort, he ignored it. Instead he steepled his long pale fingers in his lap and stared at nothing in particular. When he focused again on the Headmaster, his gaze was unwavering as he said, "I have a suspicion, but it is hardly relevant since Potter is so young, it would be near impossible… Sir, I would tell you my thoughts, but they are so implausible I'm not sure Potters friends will take it well."

Ginny stood abruptly, ignoring Snapes sneering look he gave her. "I'm sure we can take it fine," she shot back hotly. "We just want to help Harry!"

"Now, Miss Weasley…" Dumbledore began. "Please be reasonable. We know you are concerned for Harry's safety, but like Severus said, you might not like it."

Ginny folded her arms stubbornly and glared at Snape, her eyes blazing. The dark man stared back, his black orbs glaring at her. Finally Ginny sighed and said, "Fine. I'll leave."

Snape had a faintly smug look on his face but it passed quickly.

Ginny glared at him a moment loner before heading for the door, Hermione and Collin close behind. When it swung shut behind them, Severus let out a sigh and stared at Harry, who still had not moved. "Dark Magic," he muttered.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Severus straightened and said, louder, "Dark Magic. That's the only explanation. Only Dark Magic users can take on the shape of a Xi'an."

"Xi'an?"

"Yes, Xi'an; that was the shape Potter took on in the library. I recognized it instantly, though why he changed into that creature escapes me." He glanced down at his hands and shook his head. "What did you really want of me, Albus?" He muttered. "Why am I here?"

The old man across from his smiled gently and his eyes twinkled, knowing exactly what he asked. "Severus, you are here because I want you here." When Severus snorted in disbelief, he continued, his voice firm. "You are a vital part of this war Severus. Without you, we would have already lost. Can't you see?"

Severus remained silent, but his face burned with resentment. Without me, yeah, right. He kept his eyes directed at his hands but his next words were aimed at Albus. "You say I am important. You say I am here because you want me here. But that's not true. I am not important, nor am I wanted. You only put up with me to keep your school safe. I am here, because here, I am feared by most. Because I chose to be here. With the Dark Lord, I am but a small obstacle to be removed when the time comes." His voice had raised and he rose to his feet as he continued this self-torment. "I have never been wanted! When has anyone ever asked me to help them, except as a last resort?" His eyes blazed at these words. A deep sense of longing grew in his chest, trying to force its way out as he glared at Dumbledore.

While they had been arguing, they didn't notice Harry stir. He slit his eyes a fraction and was surprised to see the two wizards facing each other off. He quickly feigned unconsciousness.

Albus gazed at Severus sadly, his blue eyes staring into Severus' black ones. "Severus, Severus, if only you realized how much you are appreciated. You are wanted, by me, Minerva, and most of the other teachers. I also suspect some of the students are also rather fond of you," he added roguishly with a faint grin.

Severus gave a low growl. At that moment, he noticed Potter stir. A closer look told him the boy was awake. "Get up, Potter," he barked. When the dazed student showed no signs of recognizing his words, he bent down to drag him to his feet when Albus raised a hand in objection.

"Not yet, he is too weak. Tell me, what exactly is a Xi'an?" He inquired curiously.

Severus resisted the urge to roll his eyes and began. "A Xi'an is created when a wizard who uses Dark Magic is bitten by a werewolf. The werewolf venom would mix with the Dark Magic source and they would become one element, unchangeable, and irreversible. The Xi'an is only summoned when the wizard is angered greatly. The wizard would not be able to control it. If angered, a Xi'an could destroy Muggle cities." He paused, his memory of that night so long ago triggered… Shaking himself, he said, "If Potter is a Xi'an, I don't see why he hasn't let it show before, unless…" he trailed, disturbed by the prospect.

"Unless what?" Albus urged, a faintly worried look in his eyes.

"Unless he was bitten recently, this is highly unlikely. It usually takes up to a year for it to come out, but their mind, soul and even their personality would change drastically within that time frame." He shook his head again. "But it still doesn't make sense."

When Albus didn't answer, a long, awkward silence stretched out between them until Harry managed to say, "Am I really a Xi'an?"

The two older wizards glanced at each other and Severus shrugged. "You explain."

Ginny paced the Gryffindor common room while Hermione flipped the pages of Hogwarts: A History with little enthusiasm.

"What was wrong with him?" Ginny fumed, infuriated. "The biased greasy haired git just kicked us out without telling us if Harry is going to be ok!"

Hermione sighed. "Ginny, he'll be fine," she assured her redhead friend for the twentieth time that night. "Professor Snape can't do anything with Dumbledore there." Far from assuring Ginny, Hermione sat back in her chair and flipped to a random page and read silently to herself.

Ginny abruptly halted. "Oh, my goodness, I almost forget!" she exclaimed. Hermione's head shot up in surprise. "When we went to help Harry, there was a thick purple book by his table!" Ginny was getting excited. "If it's still there…"

"Then maybe we can find out what he was really up to!" Hermione finished, caught up in Ginny's excitement. She leaped to her feet, her book forgotten. "We should go now, while Snape is busy."

They exited the Common room and headed down the hall towards the library. When they arrived at their destination, they headed straight for the table Harry had been at. The purple book was gone.

Ginny glanced around, downcast. "Where could it be?" She asked.

"I'm not sure." Hermione also looked. "How about you go search the shelves; I'll stay and look here."

Ginny nodded her consent and disappeared down an aisle.

Hermione started looking everywhere it might be. She looked around the table and under bookshelves, hoping to catch a flash of purple. After a minute or so, she glanced up and saw Ginny had completely left her sight. Not too worried, she continued her search.

"Looking for something?" a soft drawl sounded from a shadowed alcove.

Whipping around, Hermione gasped as Professor Snape stepped out from behind a stone pillar and held her gaze. A thick purple volume was clenched in his right hand. "Might I ask why you are here, Miss Granger?"

Hermione started backing away slowly, her eyes wide with terror. This was just like her dream…

"Be still, girl!" Snape snapped, advancing on her. She froze and he stopped in front of her, his face inches from hers. "I would like to know why you failed to show up last night for detention."

Hermione was frozen in shock, and her voice had completely deserted her. A smirk formed on Snapes' face when he realized this. "I though as much. You will be at my office every night at 6 o'clock for the rest of this week stating tonight. That's including Saturday," he sneered in her face. "Do not forget, or the consequences will be… grim." He held her terrified gaze a moment longer then turned and vanished, the purple volume still in his pale hand.

It was at that moment that Ginny returned with a deflated expression, and she was just in time to see Hermione collapse to the ground.

Later after dinner, when Hermione glanced at the clock in the Common room and saw it was five till six, she gasped in shock. She was going to be late! Saying hurried good-byes to Ginny and the others, she climbed out of the portrait hole. Dashing down the corridors, she headed straight for the dungeons, hoping she could get there in time.

When she reached the door to the potions classroom, a quick glance at her watch said she was three minutes late. With a sigh, she raised her hand to knock on the door. It flew open with a bang and she froze as Professor Snape stood in the doorway, the usual frown of dissatisfaction on his set face. "You're late," he growled, stepping aside to let her inside. He shut the door behind her and set several heavy wards on it.

Curious, but not curious enough to ask questions as to why he did so, Hermione lingered in the doorway for instructions. When he joined her in the room, he glared a moment before striding over to his desk and taking up stance beside it. "Take out your wand," he commanded in his silky voice.

Confused, Hermione did so and he aimed his own at her face. She prepared to defend herself.

"I am now going to try to breach your mind, you must stop me." Snape flicked his wand and she knew he was in her head.

Snape's presence was tense and cold. He started sifting roughly through her memories, digging deeper into her mind. He looked at every memory she had over the past week, working backwards. As he went back, day by day, Hermione realized he wasn't going to spare a single thought. He saw her when she was caught in the unused hallway, and felt each of her emotions she had at the time. He watched her as she was congratulated by fellow Gryffindors, then she realized he was getting closer. Closer to…

He was going to see her first dream!

Terrified, she tried everything to stop him, even going as far as to shove against his mind with her own, but he just batted her out of the way. He was getting closer…closer…then he was there. Hermione could only watch with horror as he watched her dream unfold, scene by scene. When it got to the part after she had died and was at Kings Cross, realization flashed through his mind, searing her with its ferocity. He refused to be deterred though.

No! she shouted with her mind. Please get out! No, please, don't watch that, I'm begging you…

You're not even trying! Snape retorted with obvious glee while he watched her dream as he carried her through the corridors. Try harder, girl!

Then they were at the part where she was caught in his office. She tried with all her might, shoving, hitting and beating against his mind with everything she had. Then she was getting ready to leave the office. She choked back sobs as she fought against him to no avail, her dream ending.

Then it was over.

She felt his mind yank from hers and she screamed in pain as her head felt like it was being ripped apart. She collapsed the ground, her vision fading. She saw Snape stagger, then he too collapsed and her sight went black.

When she came to, she tried to sit up and her head exploded with white hot pain.

"Be still!" Professor Snape snapped from across the room as she fell back to the stone floor. She glanced over and saw him already awake, leaning his back against his desk, a mixture of shock, pain and rage plastered across his face as he glared at her. His face was unusually pale, which surprised Hermione. His wand lay forgotten next to him. Her own was still clamped in her trembling hand.

"Sir, why did—"

"Silence!" he thundered sadistically, then doubled over, clawing at his head in agony.

"Professor, are you alright?" Hermione asked with wide eyes, all her foul thoughts about her professor forgotten as he writhed in pain on the floor. She once again sat up, ignoring the shards of pain dancing through her head, and wondering why she wasn't in as much pain as he. She crawled over to him and he lifted his head, anger and loathing blazing in his dark eyes. When he saw her, his expression changed to something she couldn't make out.

She hesitantly extended a hand to rest on his arm, trying to placate him, but he snarled and snatched his arm from her touch, whipping his head around to face away from her. With a sigh, she realized it was futile trying to get him to listen to her. She stood and started unsteadily towards the door.

"Stay. Where. You. Are."

She stopped and turned to see her professor stagger to his feet, his black eyes flashing. He stumbled to his desk and sat down heavily. "You are not finished with your detention, Granger," he growled through gritted teeth, trying to conceal his pain from her. He failed miserably as his face twisted painfully.

After hesitating a moment, Hermione managed to retake her place in front of Snape's desk. "Sir, why did that happen? Why…?" She trailed off, at a loss for words.

Professor Snape's smirk turned into another grimace as he observed the mature woman in front of him. "Granger, there are many things I would like to know, and I can tell you are surprised I don't know the answer to your…inquiry." He shook his head and slumped in his chair. His relaxed demeanor changed back into his usual stern character. "You are not to tell about this—" he gestured between them involuntarily, "—to anyone outside this room," he growled harshly. "Not even your infuriating friends."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, the thought better of it and nodded reluctantly. "Yes, sir."

Snape grumbled something inaudible and started sifting through the papers on his desk, forgetting about Hermione for a brief moment. When he spoke, his voice was oddly strained. "You can start by scrubbing the desks and chairs; I don't want a single grain of dust or grime on them when you are through, do I make myself clear?"

She nodded and reached for her wand just as Snape added slyly, "without your wand. Give it to me, Miss Granger." She reluctantly handed him her wand and he slipped it in the top drawer of hiss desk, locking it with magic. "You do not get it back unless you finish."

Fuming at the bias of his actions, she stormed away to gather the supplies needed to clean. At least I'm used to working without magic, she said to herself as she remembered how her parents strictly prohibited all use of magic when she was home for the summer. That and the wizarding rule that said no underage witch or wizard could use magic outside of Hogwarts. As she filled a large plastic bowl with warm water, a swish of fabric sounded behind her and she turned to see the Potions Master sweep into the room and scan the shelves for something. He didn't realize she was watching him until he started searching the shelves next her.

"Hurry up, girl; you're wasting my time as it is!" He snapped, whisking from the room with a low growl. With a shake of her head, Hermione finished filling the bowl, grabbed a couple rags, and headed back into the classroom where she immediately couched by the nearest desk. Soaking a rag, she began to scour the desk, making sure to get every inch of it. When she had done the better part of half the room, she sat back for a moment and crossed her legs, giving her aching arms a break.

It was, of course, that moment Snape reentered the room and saw her. With another growl, he stalked over to check her work. He narrowed his eyes when he couldn't find anything out of place, his hands clenched by his sides. Hermione waited with bated breath to see if he would accept her work. When he didn't say anything, she turned back to her work. After a moment, she realized he was still watching her. Not daring to look up, she instead quickened her pace, hoping to finish swiftly and escape his probing glare.

"Watch what you're doing, you're missing everything!" he spat behind her. With barely suppressed detestation she slowed her hands. After a brief hesitation she heard his black shoes click across the stone away from her. She sighed in relief.

Finally, after three long hours of scrubbing, Hermione was finished. Her arms ached terribly and her back was sore from bending down so often, but she was done.

Stepping carefully over to Professor Snape's desk, she said without looking at him, "I'm done, sir."

With a snort of disbelief the Slytherin Head rose from his chair and strode down the aisles, checking each desk thoroughly. Every now and then, he snapped at her if she missed something, and she would quickly wipe at it until he was satisfied.

When he finished, he stood facing the Gryffindor, a scowl of derision on his pale face. "Very well, Miss Granger; you may leave," he sneered after a minute. When she didn't move, his frown deepened. "Well? Are you leaving?"

Hermione glanced at the ground. "Sir, I'd like my wand back. You said I could when I finished."

"I said if you finished, Granger." He retrieved her wand from his desk and held it out for her to take. As she started to the door with a muttered 'sir', he drawled, "I will be seeing you at six tomorrow. Don't be late again."

Then she was gone.

As the door closed, Snape found himself exhausted and drained. Unsure as to why he was, he sat back at his desk and continued grading papers, thoughts running through his mind that he was not able to comprehend. What he had seen in Grangers mind disturbed him greatly. No, it wasn't that she had dreamed of that night so long ago. It was that last part that bothered him. When he had, in her dream, kissed the insufferable girl. He shuddered. Never…

Hermione rushed through the halls, desperate to get as far from the dungeons as possible. Though she had done well to conceal it, they made her nervous, and cold, though not completely physically cold.

She reached the portrait hole, muttered "blood and fire" hence the password, and hurried up to the girls dormitory. The others were already asleep. All except for one.

"Hermione, is that you?"

"Yes, Ginny, please go back to sleep," Hermione whispered.

"Where were you?" her friend asked through a huge yawn.

Hermione sighed as she settled into her warm bed. "I'll explain tomorrow, Ginny. Good night."

A/N Hope you liked it! I rather enjoyed writing about the part with her detention, that was cool. Now, do me a favor and REVIEW! XD