Warning: Graphic scene alert!

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Unwell by Matchbox 20

"Ron… You should think about this," Ginny whispered.

"What's to think about, Gin? I need to find out what's wrong with her," he replied.

"What about that picture? That break in to your office? Have you thought about that?" Ginny demanded.

"We've thought of everything."

The two Weasleys looked up to see Moody and Harry standing there. Moody's magical eye was trained on Ron. "We might not have any evidence of anything entering your room but we definitely know that whoever it was, was interested in Hermione."

"But no one's gone near Hermione that's an immediate threat. She doesn't even work in a place where she'd make enemies," Ron said.

"What about Azkaban?" Ginny asked.

"None of them have escaped and the ones who were let off due to lack of proof are being monitored and have been questioned. None of them have come close to Hermione," Harry answered.

"Was she ever attacked?" Moody asked.

Ron shook his head. "No. She was never attacked or anything. Nothing happened to her!"

"How do you know, Ron?" Ginny asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying. Hermione probably doesn't tell you everything," Ginny said.

Ron puffed up, glaring at Ginny. "Hermione would have told me if she was attacked and even if she didn't, the hospital would have known about it. Then we wouldn't be here," he snapped.

"What if she didn't go to the hospital?" Ginny pushed.

"Damn it, Ginny!" Ron growled. "What do you want me to say? That Hermione's been hiding stuff from me?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Ginny muttered.

Ron was about to go over to her when Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his chair. "Shut it, Ginny," he growled.

She glared at him. "What? I'm being realistic here! Hermione might have been going through some things that she just didn't want to tell Ron about!"

"Did she tell you?" Ron snapped.

To that, Ginny had no answer. Ron snorted. "That's what I thought," he growled. "Hermione would have told some one. She would have told us if some one was following her or harrassing her."

"How do you know?" Ginny started again.

"Because! Hermione would have told us now if she was sane!" Ron bellowed.

A silence fell over them as they took in what Ron had just said. Ginny shook her head, frustrated with the answers. There had to be a simple explanation for this. They just weren't seeing it. She wasn't about to let Ron give up this easily. "There are tons of things it could be. What about ghosts?" she asked.

Moody shook his head. "No," he snapped. "It's not ghosts. Her room was protected from all entry from anything. We've protected it against every type of ghost we know of?"

"But just the ones you know of?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny," Harry cut in. "There are thousands of types of ghost, spirits out there that we don't know of, but you know as well as I do that ghost don't do that! Not even a poltergeist does that and Hermione would have easily told us that she was attacked by one, not that they attack people. Even if she's telling the truth, what we're dealing with is way beyond our intelligence and we don't even have a decent description of it… It couldn't be a ghost, Ginny," he finished.

Ginny looked around then frowned. "So that's it. You're just going to torture her and experiment on her until you find out what's wrong?"

Ron glared at her. "Do you have a better idea?" he snapped angrily.

Ginny was about to say something when Moody shot her a look that told her to stop. Biting her lip, she leaned back in her seat and thought over everything silently. Harry just watched her while Moody's eye revolved around, peeking at everything people couldn't see. A healer came up to them.

"Ms. Granger is being put in the room. You can come now," he told them.

Moody stood up and patted Ron on the back. "She'll be fine. Tell me what happens immediately after. I'll be at the Ministry. Potter, I want you to come in tonight," he told Harry before leaving.

Hermione was set down on the ground, unmoving until they were about to leave. She then scrambled to the door.

"Please… don't leave me alone!" she begged.

The healer in the room kneeled down. "It will be ok. We'll just be outside," he assured her.

She shook her head. "But he'll come again… he said he would come back," she whispered, not wanting him to here.

The healer didn't know what to do. "He won't come back. This room is protected. You'll be fine," he said. "No one's going to get through these walls."

"But he doesn't come from the walls," Hermione whispered, holding onto the man's hand. "He doesn't come from the walls."

The healer frowned. "Where does he come from?"

Hermione pointed to the small bed. "There. He came from there the last two times."

"What about the first time?"

"He came from the floor," she whispered.

The healer sighed and got up, pulling out his wand. The tip lit and he walked over to the bed and looked under. "There's nothing here, Hermione."

"That's because there's light," she whispered. "He doesn't like the light."

The healer got up and went back over to her. "Well, there's nothing under there. I have to go," he told her.

Hermione grabbed onto his leg, her eyes on the bed. "Please don't leave me alone. He'll come back."

"What does he do to you?" the healer asked, concerned.

"He hurts me."

The healer frowned but pried her off him. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." He slipped out and closed the door before Hermione could get out as well. She started banging on the door, begging to be let go. Behind one of the blank walls, Ron, along with Harry, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as well as some healers watched her. Ginny shook her head, watching Hermione carefully.

"I don't like this," she murmured, twiddling with her hair as Hermione continued begging to be let out.

"She's scared," Harry whispered.

"Of what?" Ron muttered, watching as she turned to the bed.

Hermione pressed herself to the wall, eyes on the bed. "Please… please…" she begged.

That's not the magic word.

Hermione's eyes got big and tears began to pour down her throat.

"Go away," she whispered.

No.

"They say you're not real," she whispered.

Maybe I'm not.

"That can't be. I can hear you. I can see you!"

But no one else can. Better face the facts, Hermione. You're a fruit loop!

"I'm not crazy. You're real!"

How can you be so sure? You have no proof of me.

"I'm not crazy!"

Then why are you talking to yourself?

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Look at you, Hermione. You're a loony. No one believes you. Not even Won Won and Potty Pants…

"Leave them out of this," Hermione growled.

Why? This is what this is all about. Potty Pants and Won Won… Especially Won Won… He's the reason you cry at night. The reason your parents are dead…

"STOP IT," Hermione begged, covering her ears. She began to rock back and forth, more tears running down her face.

You hate him! It festers in you and you can't stand it…

"You're real," she whispered.

Only to you. Maybe you made me up.

"LIAR! I'm not crazy!"

Only crazy people see things that no one else can…

"GO AWAY!"

I can't go away if I never existed.

"YOU EXIST!"

Hermione opened her eyes and glared at the bed. That's when she saw it. The same darkness that had attacked her. It stared out at her through pale eyes from under the bed.

Prove it.

Hermione's eyes blazed up and she got up, ran over to the bed and dived under it.

Everyone in the other room stood from their chairs, moving to the glass and watching her disappear under the bed.

"What is she doing?!"

Suddenly screams came out from under the bed. Ron moved towards the door.

"I'm going in there," he said.

"LOOK!" Ginny screamed.

The white floor was getting stained with blood that flew out from under the bed. There were more screams then blood gushed out in torrents. Hands appeared from under the bed then disappeared again, followed by more tormenting screams. Ginny turned away, falling into the arms of the closest person. Harry. He held her as he watched the bed jerk around and more screams come out. Ron and several healers were already at the door. One blocked Ron from coming in.

"It's too dangerous. We can handle it."

"She's hurt!" Ron bellowed.

A healer had made it into the room surprisingly before the door once again slammed shut. Everyone watched as he carefully made his way over to the bed which was still jerking violently. He got down on his knees, wand out and ready.

"Hermione!"

An arm shot out and grabbed him, pulling him in. Everyone screamed as more blood appeared then something happened that made everyone's blood freeze. Hermione came out from under the bed, drenched in blood and shaking uncontrollably. She staggered about then fell to her knees vomiting. She was holding something tightly in her right hand. It looked sharp. She looked around, blood dripping everywhere then she looked down at her hand and dropped the object. Eyes wide, she looked over at the bed then back down at her hand. She scrambled back over to the bed and reached under, pulling the healer out. He was also covered in blood. His eyes were opened in shock, but he wasn't breathing. Hermione rolled him over and then fell back, eyes wide. There was a small bloody hole on his back. Large enough to have been made by the object Hermione had been holding.

"She killed him," Mrs. Weasley whispered. "She killed him… SHE KILLED HIM!" she shrieked before turning away. Mr. Weasley held her as he watched Hermione try to wipe the blood of her hands as she backed up into the corner. Ron just stood there, his mind numb as he took in the sight.

"Hermione…"

Guards lined the room as Hermione sat in the uncomfortable chair, watching Ron as he ignored her in his little corner of the holding cell at the Ministry.

"They're sending me to Azkaban," Hermione whispered.

"I know," came Ron's bitter reply.

"They think I killed that man."

"I know."

"You think I killed that man."

Ron looked up into her sad brown eyes then looked away, running his hands through his hair.

"I don't know what to think, Hermione."

"How's Crookshanks?"

"Damn it, Hermione!" Ron yelled, slamming his fist down on the small table near by. Hermione jumped and looked away, rubbing her arm as Ron stood up and began to pace. "You're about to go to jail and all you can do is ask about your bloody cat?!"

"What am I supposed to do, Ron? No one believes anything I say!"

"What do you expect?" Ron snapped. "Not one person has seen what you've seen. You hear things that no one else can hear-"

"You make me sound like Harry," Hermione muttered.

Ron glanced over at her then continued. "You cut yourself up and now you just killed a man!"

"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" Hermione screamed.

Ron pointed to the door. "There is a dead man out there and about seven witnesses that can prove otherwise, Hermione," he growled.

"You didn't see what happened under the bed. He did it, Ron. I wouldn't kill that man."

"There was no one there," Ron hissed, continuing to pace. "There was no one else in that room, Hermione."

"Why can't you believe that maybe I might actually be telling the truth?" Hermione asked.

"Because there's no proof!" Ron bellowed. "There's no proof, Hermione! The Hermione Granger I know always has proof…"

"The Hermione Granger you know also doesn't lie about something like this," Hermione whispered.

Ron stopped and looked at her for a moment and then his shoulders sagged. He leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes. "I want to believe you, 'Mione… I really do," he whispered.

Hermione's heart broke in that moment and tears fell down her cheeks as she watched Ron battle with himself. She could see that he was struggling between what he had seen and what his heart was telling him was right. Getting up, she walked over to him, glancing over at the Aurors that were watching her carefully. She touched his arm, biting her lip.

"Ron… I'm telling the truth," she whispered.

Ron looked up at her, reaching up to caress her cheek. He then leaned in and kissed her, gently brushing away the tears that fell harder at his touch. Hermione stepped closer, opening her mouth to his, letting him explore. He then pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes.

"I'll find a way to get you out," he whispered.

"I didn't kill him… you know I wouldn't kill anyone."

Before Ron could answer, Moody entered with several Ministry officials. Moody glanced over at Ron and frowned.

"I suggest you go, Weasley," he said gruffly.

Ron eyed the officials then turned to Hermione. "I've got to go," he whispered.

Hermione nodded, looking down. Ron took a hold of the side of her head and kissed her brow, holding her close for a moment before leaving. Hermione watched him leave before turning to the men.

"My story hasn't changed," she whispered.

A/N: Oh boy... it looks like this whole thing has been taken into a whole new level! Let's hope that they can make it through! The tension's mounting, not only between Hermione and Ron but between Ron and Ginny.

mione-ron-4ever: I've noticed that everyone has noticed that one little detail.

NairobiDawn: Thanks!

Wesker888: Everything is going on!

ShadowKatIceGrl: It boggles my mind everytime I read my work. Even I don't under stand some of the things I write.

Idunn: I love dialogue!

sballLuvr5: Make sure you do that!

Coconut Girl: The thing with the break in, everyone brought up, but you brought up a topic that wasn't going to be discussed for another few chapters. (ghosts)

bint.

cheeky splash: According to me, nothing like this has ever happened in the wizarding world.

charma10: I'd like to say it gets better but everyone knows that I'd be lying.

Due to popular demand, (Questioning on the break in at Ron's office), I took about five minutes to add the first scene just for all of you. FIVE MINUTES!!! I hope I explained somethings without delving into it. I was going to get to one of the options mentioned a bit later in the story but since you all wanted it, I added it. Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter Tease: (It's not long b/c I added that whole scene in the beginning.!

"Mr. Weasley is a liability!"