AHHHH ok sri I havent updated for so long…. But… while ur waiting for the chapter AFTER this (hint hint… Its VERRY important!) why not go read my other stories!

Death to the Darkness, a poemfic based on the Highwayman, DM/GW, What She REAlly Is,a poemfic about Pansy, Nobody's Home, a songfic about Hermione postwar.

Anyways, on with the story. And there will be a list of thank yous for the reviewers. Afterwards.

- Draco's POV -

She was falling, from almost 20 stories up. Helplessly I watched her limp body descend. I hated myself for watching her pummel to her death. I hated myself for being scared for her. Mostly, I hated myself for not being able to save her. With a deadened look in my eyes, I turned away. I didn't want to see.

An image burst in front of my eyes. It was a girl with loose brown curls, her back turned to me. My breath caught in my throat as she slowly turned around. There was blood running down her face and tears trickling down her cheeks. "Draco…" the ghost-thing whispered. "Draco… why didn't you save me?"

I rubbed my eyes furiously. Granger's ghost, coming for revenge?

Hermione's ghost continued speaking. "Why? You could have. But you didn't. you owed me your life. Now, you will pay…" Her face turned dark and her brown eyes dimmed. "with your life."

I backed up, right into Potty. He was summoning things- a stretcher, a trampoline… I snorted. Like they'd be of any use.

Whirling around, I snatched my wand from my pocket. "Immobulous!"

Granger's body froze in midair, five feet from the ground. I took her arm and guided her down, slowly, into my arms. Her body was light, limp, as if the weight of her soul had already left her. Her eyes were closed, and a mass of messy frizzes covered her angelic seeming face. Hesitantly, I brought my hand up to her face and lifted her hair off her face. Her eyes stayed shut, and I could hear no breath, or it was so slight I couldn't make it out.

"is she ok?" Potter and the Weasel peered anxiously over my shoulder.

The trauma of the moment made us momentarily forget our differences. I gripped Granger's hand, willing her to open her eyes, to smile, and let us know that everything was alright. She didn't stir.

Sadly, I lifted her. "She won't wake."

Quickly, Potter brought over the stretcher. I laid Hermione's body on the white mattress, and turned around quickly. Weasel was in a state of shock, and Potter had… tears in his eyes?

I moved away. Ever since I was two, I had been taught not to feel. My father had told me that emotions were for weaklings, that love and hurt would eventually be Potter's undoing. He had whipped the love and compassion out of me, and I, in turn, locked the remainder of my emotions away. Hermione's death (after all, she had to be dead if she didn't wake) brought out the limited hurt and remorse in me. I walked away, wanting no one to see me in my powerless stage.

"Malfoy." Weasley had stood up. "We're not done yet."

Controlling my voice carefully, I muttered, "we're very much done."

I would suppose that Potter had grabbed his arm and shaken his head, because Weasel didn't push the matter. Too bad. I would have liked to crack his head in.

I might have left then, If Pansy hadn't run out of the double doors, yelling, "Draco! Wait up!"

I froze. I really didn't need Pansy attacking me right now.

"It wasn't my fault, Drakie." Pansy panted desperately as she reached where I stood and put a hand on my arm." She was too heavy. I couldn't hold her up."

What the hell is she talking about? Oh. Realization dawned on me. My eyes opened wide and I was mad. Horribly mad.

"You." I growled. "you killed Granger!"

I threw her arm off my shoulder and I continued walking away.

Pansy was shocked. "I…… killed Granger!" I bet she thought that I would be glad that she killed the mudblood, but she put two and two together. "I'm sorry!" she cried, throwing her arms around me.

"Get off me!" I snarled, turning around and shoving her hard. She flew backwards and fell on her arse, crying like a baby.

Too bad it felt really good to push her. She's been getting on my nerves for a while.

I was just about to enter the great oak doors when they were thrown open and Professor Dumbledore swept out. He stared at me over his half-moon glasses, his eyes twinkling good-naturedly. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, please join Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley in the hospital wing."

I groaned. Just couldn't get enough of me, could they? I shuddered when I felt Pansy's cold fingers wrap around my wrist. I shook her off, stalking to the Hospital Wing. Humming contentedly, Professor Dumbledore strolled behind us.

I don't like the Hospital Wing. So quiet, so white, so pure. No, its not that I don't like it, it doesn't accept me. My darkness seemed to contaminate the light filling the room. I wanted out. My mood further dropped a notch as I saw Granger's body stretched out on one of the beds. Ass. Hopefully her parents don't know how to press charges. Unless they're pressing them on Pansy.

Dumbledore swept into the room behind me, and smiling lightly, conjured three chintzy armchairs, one of which he sank into. Potty and Weasel were already setteled down, still with scared looks on their faces. I wordlessly sat down, and looked away from their angry stares. Pansy sat down on my lap, but I pushed her off. She trepped into her armchair, and blushing slightly, curled up.

Dumbledore spoke. "I am sure you are wondering why I called you all here." I opened my mouth to speak. Dumbledore gently laid a finger on his lips, and I snapped my mouth closed, Rolling my eyes ever so slightly. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, and he continued. "our own Miss Granger possesses a very rare talent. One found in only three other people: Voldemort, myself, and one who does not wish to disclose his or her name. Hermione is a shadowstalker."

"A what?" Potty, Weasel, and Pansy chorused. I snorted. Gits. How could they not know what a shadowstalker is? But Granger? I thought that the shadowstalker trait was limited to purebloods.

"A shadowstalker is one who can at will, remove his or her soul- here named shadow- from his or her body. Normally, without correct training, the shadowstalker's soul would be locked out of her body, but under recent circumstance, that is yet to be revealed. The first separation, as it is called, is very difficult, and Miss Granger will not remember anything when she comes back. If she comes back. I delegate the task of teaching Hermione her past life, to Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. "For a bit of inter-house unity." With that, he was out the door, leaving two very mad best friends, a hysterical Pansy Parkinson, and a very confused and disgusted Draco Malfoy alone.

How was that? I know I suck at cliffies, but w/e. D anyways,

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Hermione is forced to go to Diagon Alley a week early and she stays at a Hotel, where she meets Draco Malfoy…. And then something about him trying to piss her off as much as possible…

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