Hermione had woken up in a sweat. She could feel her heart racing. It was a nightmare, it was the nightmare. It was always the same; it started with her lying on the cold tile of Malfoy's floor looking around trying to avoid the eyes of those that had been torturing her relentlessly. Focus on the ceiling; don't let them see you crack. That was her mantra, over and over again. It was never enough to quell the pain. It was never enough to make her feel like she could get through it. Her body would contort as she carved into her arm. She would scream till her throat burned and her voice was weak. Nothing helped. Nothing saved her. She was trapped.
She sat up and ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. She looked around at the other girls in the room, all of which were dead asleep. Quietly she got dressed and headed down into the common room. She knew that going back to sleep was out of the question. After skimming through a book absentmindedly she had made up her mind. She needed to fresh air.
She shushed the fat lady as she climbed out of the doorway and made her way down the hallway not sure of where she was heading. At first she thought of heading down to the library but knew that she would most likely be caught there. Then she weighed the idea of heading down to the lake and sitting by the water. Again, she thought that would be too risky. Before she realized it, she was standing at a dead end of a hallway. She had known exactly where she was. She had wandered to the room of requirements.
Closing her eyes, she thought of the one thing she needed. She needed the answer to her questions. It was his fault that she had been thinking about that night. She needed to talk to Draco. She felt the deep rumbling in the stones beneath her feet. She opened her eyes again and before her was the door. Taking a deep breath she turned the door knob and walked inside.
"Don't you think it's a little late to pop by for a visit?"
He was lying on his bed with a book in his hand. His other arm was stretched up and propped under his head.
"I couldn't sleep," her tone was edgy and dangerous.
He laughed and set down his book. He motioned towards the sofa, an invitation for her to sit down.
"So you thought you could just wander into my room?"
She rolled her eyes, "let's not do this okay?"
He walked over to the couch and sat down beside her. Draco eyed her carefully, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm here to talk about the other night."
He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous chuckle.
"I apologized for that."
"You never told me why you brought it up. I want to know."
He nodded his head, "I don't think you'll believe me.
"Try me," she said.
"In a time of uncertainty two will come together. One of great bravery and one of great regret, they will come together to heal the fractures of the whole of the people. First enemies, then friendship, then love. Together they can change the course of history. Apart they will fail. Until all is atoned, the world will be fractured in pieces. The love between two becomes the love of all."
She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. He was talking in riddles.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He sighed, "It's a prophecy, one with two sets of initials, 'DLM and HJG'."
She snorted, "You think it's us don't you?"
He shook his head, "No Granger, I don't think it's us. I know it's us."
"And I am just supposed to believe this?"
He stood up in front of her. He began to pace back and forth, "Listen, I know it sounds crazy. You have no reason to believe me. But answer me this Granger; why else do you think that it has been so easy to look past everything I have done?"
He grabbed his wand and placed it against his forehead. He closed his eyes and muttered a few words under his breath before slowly pulling his wand away. A small billow of silvery liquid followed the tip of his wand as he placed it into a small vile he pulled from a shelf.
He handed her the vile and said, "Look for yourself if you don't believe."