A/N: Hello! How have you all been doing? I've been doing fine. :) I hope you guys liked the chapter before, but this chapter has a lot more action in it than the last one, I promise! Enjoy!

[Draco]
It was dinner, and I was sitting with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle as I normally would. We were chatting about our roommates, and how we were getting on.

"Pans-sy's... a total... idi-i-ot," Blaise choked. "L-look... a-t... me! I-can-barely talk 'cause... she... punched me... so... ma-ny... ti-i-imes..."

"Ha!" Goyle laughed, ruffling Blaise's hair. Blaise looked annoyed, but that didn't stop Goyle. "I've got Padma for a roommate! She keeps yapping on about... well, I don't know. I wasn't listening."

"I've got Parvati!" Crabbe retaliated, sticking a tongue out at Goyle. "Can't stop whining, that girl."

"Well, Padma's the worse twin. I swear to God she makes me carry her things sometimes!"

"Parvati yaps on and on on how I should be a better gentleman! Well, you know by now I'm not going to carry your stuff, dance ballroom with you and kiss your hand every time I see you!"

"That's 'cause you're a right arse, Crabbe."

"And what does that make you?"

"I'm a strong man. Padma may babble on how much I can be better, bu I don't give a fuck."

"Same with Parvati. That bitch."

"Awww... the bitch and the bastard together. How cute!"

"What the hell did you say?"

"Oi!" Blaise yelled, after he regained his voice. Crabbe and Goyle sat down after being neck and neck with each other. "You haven't complained about your roommate at all, Malfoy! How's Granger?"

"She's alright," I lied, trying not to forget what happened this afternoon. "She doesn't whine on how I can be better, or punch me in the face, but she just sits down and reads. At least your roommates aren't boring."

"Huh," Goyle replied. "Still, she doesn't whine! And you both get to have your own bedrooms in a really swish villa, you lucky thing. I suggest you should be grateful."

Blaise and Crabbe nodded in unison.

"You know what, I am grateful. And I'd better get going," I replied, leaving the table. My friends sighed. Even at St. Godric's I had left the table first. My friends and housemates hated it. I didn't find the problem with that.

I made my way back to the mansion, before I realized Hermione was walking right next to me. She was looking tired, looking at the pavement, and she couldn't stop muttering to herself.

"Hey," I said quietly, hoping I would get her attention.

She looked up, smiled shyly and said, "Hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, I think."

I stared at her face, which was going red rapidly, and she looked away from me.

"No you're not, Hermione."

"Yes I am!"

"That's what you say."

"Yes, that is what I say!"

"Well, with me being a Slytherin, I'm going to ignore it and say that I don't believe you!"

Hermione sighed, "You really are persistent, aren't you?"

I nodded vigorously, looking a little silly while I was doing it. She chuckled.

"You know what? Since you are so bloody persistent, and you have such a ridiculous nod, I'll tell you someday. When pigs fly. Not now, but I'll tell you."

I smirked as I opened the door and we entered the villa. She looked at my face and laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she smiled.

We spent a couple of minutes watching the telly, after a couple of minutes staring at boring news, stupid soap operas and more boring news, we realized nothing good was on and we then ate some more of Hermione's cookie crumble ice-cream.

"How'd you find this recipe?" I asked her.

"I was five," she mumbled, eating her ice-cream as fast as she could, like she would die tomorrow. "And Mum and I were just messing around with ice-cream. Then, I picked up the Oreos that I crumbled up earlier and I just... put them over the top. End of story."

"Funnily enough," I replied. "I've had many creme brulées, and tiramisus, not to mention other fancy things in my experience of fine dining, but I love this weird ice-cream the best."

"Sometimes," she smiled. "Simplicity is the way to go."

I nodded vigorously again as she laughed her face off.

[Hermione]
I was snuggling in my bed, sighing. Today had been quite a day. In the morning, I found out I was partnered up with my best friends' worst enemy. In the afternoon, I snogged him. In the evening, we shared dessert. Amazing.

After the dessert, we had a fierce debate on which book was better: Pride and Prejudice or Wuthering Heights. I was fiercely defending Wuthering Heights while Draco was telling me the importance of Pride and Prejudice to literature. In the end, it ended with a tie, since we loved both books very much and we can't decide which one's better. It's impossible to anyway

I closed my eyes and turned on my side.

Immediately, I saw myself in a really cold, grey room. It had lots of what seemed like jail cells in it, and I saw a couple of skeletons there, which scared the life out of me. The good news was (though I don't think it's much of a good news), Harry, Ron, Luna, and oddly enough, Dean Thomas was there with me. I saw a crazy-looking woman with curly untamed black hair screaming at me.

I looked down at myself. I looked like shit. My hair was all messy and dirty, my clothes were ragged and dirty and crinkly, and my arms and face were covered with dust.

"Answer me, you filthy mudblood!" she yelled at me. "Where did you get that sword?"

"I... I really don't know!" I stammered. "It's-it's not even real! It's-it's... it's just a copy!"

"CRUCIO!"

I felt this stinging pain all over me. I tried my best not to scream, because if I did, she will inflict more torture on me. I decided to stay quiet, closing my eyes. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see, I couldn't smell, and I couldn't feel anything but the pain passing through my body. After what seemed like years, the crazy woman let my curse go, and I fell on the ground abruptly, panting and gasping for breath.

[Draco]
I was at Grandfather's old house, which was really... grey. And old. Did I mention cold?

I was standing next to Aunt Bellatrix, who looked like she hasn't washed in years, on one side, and Mother, who looked a bit weird with blonde and black hair, on the other. Dean Thomas, Luna, Ron and Harry were

Why exactly is she torturing Hermione?

"No!" I yelled. "Aunt Bellatrix! It's not Hermione!"

"Yes it is!" Aunt Bellatrix yelled.

"It's not!" I yelled. "She's not being an insufferable know-it-all."

"What have you come too, Draco? You're defending a Mudblood?"

"I'm not defending her! I'm saying it because it's true!"

Aunt Bellatrix let Hermione go, and she fell to the ground abruptly.

I opened my eyes, and all of it was gone. I smiled in relief.

I sat up. I then swore I heard someone screaming.

Oh no.

I quickly woke up and ran to Hermione's room. I saw her face. It was bright red with tears coming down her face.

I thought it was impossible to cry or scream in your sleep, I thought. Let alone both.

"Hermione!" I yelled. "Hermione!"

[Hermione]
Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!

"Shut up!" I yelled.

Hermione! Hermione! Her-

"Shut up!" I yelled, opening my eyes. I sat up, panting. I then looked to my right, and Draco was there, sitting on my bed, stroking my forehead. I leaped into his arms, crying.

"Oh God," I cried. "Draco! Oh my God! I'm so... so... so-rry. I'm so bloody sorry!"

"How the hell should you be sorry?" Draco sighed, putting his arm around me. "Wait... you're having nightmares?"

I nodded.

"Can you stay here with me?" I asked, trembling.

Draco nodded.

"I'd be happy to," he replied, as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

[Draco]
I waited for Hermione to be asleep in my arms before I went to the bathroom. It took me about fifteen minutes before I told myself I could leave her; she looks more graceful in her sleep than a prima ballerina. I then saw another crazy memory of myself in the mirror. I looked extremely stressed out since my hair was a complete mess and I couldn't stop staring at my wrist. It had some strange mark on it: two green, slithering snakes around a black rose. I could actually see them... moving.

I blinked, and the memory was gone. I then stared at my wrist, and nothing was there.

I must be going crazy, I thought.

And Hermione is too.

A/N: I hope this chapter was up to your expectations! See you guys in the next chapter!

- nietsmmar