Hi everyone,

Since the last chapter was someone short, I decided to write a longer chapter this time. In your opinions, it might be a bit dark, and i'm sorry if that disappoints you. Other than that though, i really enjoyed writing this chapter. Something to enjoy. Hint hint. :)

Well, hope you enjoy it as much and please review, and feel free to give any ideas as to what i can include!

SlytherinDream98

"No! Celeste, come back!" Her back was getting farther and farther away from me. "No! Come back! Celeste!" I screamed as loud as I could, feeling the hot tears trickle down my face, my voice breaking into terrorizing shrieks for her to come back. "Please. Come back, please! You have to…"

I bolted up, sweat covering my whole body. My nightgown stuck to my body, an extra uncomfortable layer. The girls were still sleepy quietly in their beds, so I padded softly to the bathroom. My hair was crazy as usual, my cheeks painted red. I never even remembered climbing back into bed. "Oh well…" I thought to myself.

Until I saw the cut on my gown at the waist, the blood scattered across my front, and the mud stains on the bottom hem of the dress. I stifled a gasp, my breathing coming out even more shallow and breathless. 'However that happened, I wasn't going to think about it now.' I thought to myself.

I tore it off, leaving my body bare and shaking. I jumped into the shower, allowing the freezing water to cool down my mind. Feeling numb to the bone, I hastily turned up the heat, burning my skin. I inwardly winced, secretly savoring the contrast of hot and cold on my skin and closing my eyes.

Blood.

I smacked open my eyes. The water had now turned into blood, spraying over me and choking my throat. I hit the faucet with shaking hands, eager to get out of there and escape. But the blood kept spewing out, blinding me and reaching out to prevent me from running. I pushed the curtain aside, now covered in red blood, and slipped on the wet floor. I hit my bottom, wincing, but eyes widening as blood stains covered the entire bathroom.

I swear, a bloodcurdling scream the entire school heard came out of my lips. My hands trembled as I tried covering my eyes, but I just saw a room with blood, stained across the walls and covering my hands. My murdering hands-

"Hermione!" Lavender burst in the room. "Parvati! Go get Ginny!" She grabbed a towel-dripping with blood- and tried to wrap it around my shoulders. "NO!" Nothing came out of my mouth, and my heart sank.

I tried to push her off, stand up on my own, and blinked. "N...No…" I covered my eyes but peered out through my fingers, shaking my head furiously. Lavender had fallen down, her head cracked open and an arm in an awkward position. I had killed her. Her eyes were blank and her grip still on the towel. "No...no, stop… Stop it…" My knees buckled and I edged away from the body. "Go…go away…No…"

"Hermione! Hermione!" Suddenly the blood was gone. Vanished like it was never there. Water was dripping from my hair and shoulders, water droplets now cold as they landed on my chest. Ginny stood in the doorway, Lavender peeping behind her shoulders. 'She didn't die.' I sighed.

"Come on, Hermione, let's get you up into your bed, kay?" Strong hands lifted me up, wrapping my body in a fluffy towel. My feet moved without command as Ginny led me over to my comfy bed, sitting down on her knees behind me, patting my head in a soothing way. "Calm down. It's alright, you're fine…" She gave me a hug I didn't return. I could just hear the frown in her voice, "Alrighty. Let's get you dolled up and feeling better." She ran a brush through my tangled hair, making quiet chatter as I stared blankly ahead.

"There." She spun my around as softly as she could so I was kneeling on the bed with her, brown doe eyes worried and etched with concern. "I'm fine…" I whispered. Of course though, nothing but a breath came out.

"Come on. I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing."

Madam Pomfrey had no explanation as to why I had seen what I did. She gave me a sleeping potion, told me to relax and take my mind off things, but my mind warned me not to drink one drip of the potion. It stood there, on the bedside table, untouched and unwanted. Just like me.

I shook my head. "That's not true, Hermione. You have Ginny, and Harry and Ron. Plus, there are your parents and… and…"

How much time had passed? I should head to class, I spoke to myself. I checked to make sure Madam Pomfrey wouldn't see me sneaking out- she had to think I was sleeping- and tip toed to the entrance.

A groan, so familiar, reached my ears. I whipped my head around, looking for signs that he was here, unhappy to see me. The light shone in the room, outlining a shadow on one of the curtains to the back of the room.

I glanced at the door. Leave? Or check who the person was? My curiosity overpowered my thoughts of going back to class- I'd catch up later- and quietly walked over to the bed. I stifled a gasp. Draco lay there, battered and beaten, terrible cuts and bruises covering his arms and legs. I glided over to the side of his bed silently, as to not startle him. A particularly deep cut ran across his chest, almost reaching his heart, and my own heart throbbed with pain.

Even wounded and hurt, he still looked ever so handsome in my eyes. His bangs covered his eyes a bit, and I smoothed them back without thinking. His eyes sprang open. "Hermione?" He croaked.

What happened next is never what I thought would've happened. He bolted right up and literally fell out of the bed. "Draco!" I ran over to help him up, but before I even touched his arm he yanked it out of my reach and backed away. I should've known he hated me now.

He pointed an accusing finger at me, "What are you doing here?" I wasn't sure if he was asking about me being in the hospital wing or the reason why I was still alive. I reached for my parchment and quill, only to notice I didn't have them. Draco mistook my searching for my writing utensils as something else, and jumped on me, pinning me to the ground with a small "oomph".

I had shut my eyes at the impact, the back of my head pounding, but now as I stared into his eyes, wild with hurt and surprise, I felt scared. I felt my shoulders tense and my heart beat quicken. Swearing in my mind for my heart still beating crazy in a situation like this, I didn't hide my fear.

That seemed to do the trick and he loosened his grip, "Why?" I peered at him questioningly, not understanding his question. Stormy grey eyes darkened and narrowed down at me, "Don't you look all… cute and innocent at me!" I lifted my head awkwardly to check Madam Pomfrey didn't hear us, but she was still sitting in her office. I gave a nervous small smile, "You think I'm cute?" I felt the blush at having him hear that.

But of course, it's times like these when I forget what I've lost. He yelled at me, "Speak up, Granger!" And the angry tears threatened to spill out because I couldn't help not having my voice. I tried again, to no success. I could just feel the anger rolling off Draco. Whatever I did really angered him. But… I didn't do anything!

"Answer me, Hermione!" His fingers crushed my wrists, and I groaned in pain, curling my legs up a bit, but he ignored it. "Come on, let me hear your sickly sweet voice, princess." He sneered. "What? Cat got your tongue? Didn't seem like that way last night." And ignoring my small attempts to push him off, he kissed me.

But I hated that kiss. And that was exactly his intention, to give me what I wanted but twisting it to make that kiss full of hate, to make it poisonous and detestable. He bit my lower lip, breaking the skin and letting blood drip out. And when I tasted that blood as he forcefully shoved his tongue into mine, I snapped.

"No!" With all my might, I shoved him off. My legs were useless as I tried to stand up and run away, but too late. 'Something is wrong with me' . I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to see the blood and the room and all the murders-

My back hit the wall, and I heard his cold sneer, "Pathetic." But I heard the hint of guilt. I looked up at him, hoping this would all just be a dream. No way. The man I loved lay in a broken heap next to the bed, his body crumpled and dead. The bed sheets around him were trampled and dotted with fresh blood, puddles of it covering the floor, engulfing me in the middle, soaking my clothes and leaving its scent on my skin. I looked around me, breathing fast and quick and terrified. You could just hear the terror from my gasps.

"N..no, stop it. Stop it!" I whimpered. Fistfuls of hair were knotted into my hands, my body curling into a ball unconsciously. 'I hate this.' I chanted in my mind, 'Make it stop. Just make it stop.' Tears fell fresh from my eyes, only to taste as salty and dirty like the pools of blood surrounding me. What was going on with me? Why did I know I would see this?

"Ms. Granger, if you would please stand up." The twinkling eyes of Professor Dumbledore brought me back to reality, and the terror was gone. For now.