Hey guys! I'm updating again, obviously! I hope you guys like this chapter. It's bound to raise questions! Here's chapter fifteen...

Chapter Fifteen

Draco's Point of View

I couldn't sleep.

As much as I just wanted to curl up around her body and fall into a deep slumber, I couldn't. My mind was too busy for sleep. She'd given me so much to ponder and I was afraid that I might have nightmares if closed my eyes.

I looked down at Hermione's peaceful form. Her eyes twitched from underneath her lids, showing that she was dreaming. Was she dreaming about me? Or was she have a nightmare, just like I would be having if I were sleeping?

One hand was tucked beneath her pillow and the other was wrapped firmly around my neck. Her hair was sprawled around her face and her legs were intertwined with mine. Her tiny black tank top was ridding up her stomach, stopping right below her perfect breasts. She wore only panties, no shorts. She said it was much to warm in her room to wear those to bed, but I think she was just trying to tease me.

I ran my hand through her hair softly and listened to her heart beat. My life had changed so drastically in just mere weeks. Weeks ago, I had hated Hermione Granger. I had thought she was one of the banes of my exsistence, but now she was the only thing I had. She was the reason I got up in the morning. The reason I wasn't depressed all day, every day.

Hermione mumbled a bit in her sleep and tightened her hold on my neck, pulling herself closer to me.

"No...no...no," She murmured quietly. "No...don't...no."

I stared intently at her scrunched up face. She was thrashing her head back in forth.

"No...stop...no!" Her nails were digging into the back of my neck and her eyes were twitching furiously behind her eyes. "He hasn't done anything. No...please...stop hurting him!"

"Granger," I shook her shoudlers. "Wake up!"

"No...stop hurting him! He hasn't done anything! Please...stop...please!" She was screaming now. "Stop it! Please! It hasn't done anything! No, take me instead! Hurt me instead!"

She was sobbing and she was clung to me for dear life.

"NO!" She belowed before her eyes opened and rolled back into her head.

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall asked me again. "What happened to her?"

"I don't fucking know!" I yelled, unable to control myself. "She was sleeping then she was screaming begging someone to stop hurting another."

My legs folded underneath me and I held my head in my hands as I thought about it.

"How do you know that that happened?" Ginny Weasley asked accussingly. The whole Potter Crew showed up in the Hospital Wing the next morning and McGonagall was interogatting my once again.

Potter, She-Weasley, Looney Lovegood, and Longbottom completed the Potter Crew. Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall were staring at me wide-eyed. Everyone was waiting for an answer.

"As you are all aware," I began with a scowl, "Granger and I are in a relationship. As most people in relationships do, we sleep in the same bed."

Potter's eyes flashed, before he regained his composer.

"So, you awoke to her screaming?" He asked.

"No," I responded. "I was awake. She just started mumbling, 'No...no...no.' Then it turned into her screaming for the person to hurt her instead. Then she let out a loud, 'NO!'. Her eyes opened and then rolled back into her head.

"I think someone planted these in her head." Looney said dreamily. Her eyes were glistening, in their normal way, and she had her hands swaying at her side.

"Why do you think that Luna?" Ginny asked her quickly.

"It just seems like what happened to my mother once." She replied simply, as if it was nothing big.

"And what does that have to do with someone planting things in her head?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." Looney responded casually.

Her eyes glazed over and she excused herself.

"Well, that was helpful." I sighed, frustrated.

Neville whipped his head toward me, "She's been through a lot!"

I was taken aback. Neville Longbottom was standing up to me.

"I'm sure she has." I nodded to him and looked back down at Hermione's unmoving body. Her heart beat was still steady, but everything else about her screamed, "Corpse."

"You lot need to get ready for classes." Madame Pomfrey told us and tried shooing us out the door. "You can see her during your free periods. I'm sure she'll be better by then."

The Potter Crew nodded reluctantly, before leaving. I stood where I was, still gazing at Hermione's beautiful face. I clasped her hand and pulled it up to my lips to kiss it softly.

"I'll be back soon, my love." I whispered in her ear, wishing she would shiver in response as she usually did.

Hermione's Point of View

He lay there on the ground. His body slashed open and bleeding. I stared and him and all I could say was, "No...no...no."

Then another bolt of light hit him and he cried out in pain. The Cruciatus Curse was torturing him now.

"No...stop...no!" I cried, reaching out for him. "He hasn't done anything. No...please...stop hurting him!"

Another flash past and hit him square in the chest.

The Diffindo curse sliced part of his chest open and he shrieked in agony. His eyes filled with tears and he looked at me pleadingly. Yet, I could not move.

"No...stop hurting him! He hasn't done anything! Please...stop...please!" I was screaming to them. "Stop it! Please! It hasn't done anything! No, take me instead! Hurt me instead!"

They didn't listen to me.

Instead, they lashed out a green light toward him.

Avada Kedavra hit him and he stopped moving instantly.

"NO!" I bellowed. My Draco was dead.

Well there you are folks. I decided to stop that one right there! I bet you hate me, huh? I think you love me later on though. You know...when I update again!