Hermione was being held down, her face in the dirt. She wasn't sure where she was but she knew that she couldn't move her arms as they were pulled behind her and leaned on by a much larger body.

"Get off m-" Hermione said, but was cut off by a simple silencio.

"You need to be quiet Granger if you want to stay alive."

It was the voice of her silver eyed savior. Hermione's body instantly relaxed, a feeling of safety washed over her. She was starting to wonder where she was, when a scream pierced the night air and her heart skipped a beat at having been reminded of the night her parents died. Why was she here? What did she need saving from? Hadn't this event already happened? She did not want to relive it.

Hermione turned her face to the side. She was on the outskirts of the forbidden forest, not her home. A red glow emitted from the building as she realized she was watching Hogwarts burn. She tried to let out a strangled cry but was still under silencio. She began moving to stand up and go help the people who were screaming, but her savior applied more pressure keeping her down once again even tighter than before. He was starting to hurt her.

"It's not your job to save them. Stay here, stay safe."

Hermione tried to protest, wanting to say that there was no point in being safe or alive if everything you loved was being burned to the ground along with everyone in it.

"Watch." The voice said again, but it lost its urgent and caring tone. The voice was now smug, she imagined the silver eyed boy smiling, no…smirking. This wasn't the boy with the silver eyes anymore…this was a monster.

Hermione felt scared suddenly, the calm drained from her body. She stiffened in her captors arms.

She saw a familiar shade of red hair run out of the castle. Ron was shooting spells at the hooded figures behind him as he ran. A flash of green light and he fell face down in the grass, unmoving. Hermione's insides screamed as she struggled harder to go help.

"Watch them die Granger. Why aren't you helping them?"

Hermione looked up once more to see Harry running out of the building. He fell down next to Ron and started crying.

"Damnit, Hermione. Where are you!? HELP US!" He yelled out as another green light flashed and Harry fell dead on top of Ron.

Hermione silently screamed, giving up struggling and giving into grief. What was the point when they were both dead?

The body moved off her and the boy who had tricked her into thinking he was her silver eyed savior stood and began walking back towards the castle. After a few steps he pulled a death eater mask over his face turning back toward her. Hermione could not see his eyes or his face but in the moonlight she caught a shock of platinum blonde hair against the dark sky.

"Why didn't you save them? Now they're dead. Everyone is dying and it's your fault." Malfoy sneered at her, turning his back to her once more leaving her broken on the forest floor.

Hermione woke in a cold sweat. A piercing scream had roused her from her nightmare followed by loud thumps. The screaming stopped suddenly as she realized she was the one emitting the noises. Hermione sat up in bed searching for the thumping noise, realizing it was coming from her door.

Someone was knocking at it.

"Who is it?" She asked timidly.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP GRANGER! It's bloody two in the morning! How is anyone supposed to sleep with all that screaming?" Draco Malfoy's voice carried itself through the door. Hermione stood frantically looking for her wand. Draco Malfoy was in her nightmare, he was the one who held her down, and now he was at her door.

"Looking for this?" The same voice came again, only this time from an unsafe proximity.

Hermione swiveled around quickly, coming face to face with Malfoy just as she had the previous night.

"What-How…" she stuttered herself back into her wall.

He came forward, fully dressed in black dark robes, his death eater mask in the hand that did not contain her wand. All of Hermione's bravery left her. He was inches from her face now. Malfoy placed a hand to her cheek, and she flinched at the touch. His lips moved closer to her ear and she waited for what he would do next.

"Wake up." He whispered darkly.

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For the second time Hermione woke up in her bed frantically. But there was no screaming, and no Malfoy banging at her door. Only the cool night air flowed in through her long windowed doors leading to the balcony. Her heavy breathing was the only noise in the room. She was fully awake now. Hermione's wand was lying on the table next to her and she grabbed it swiftly, making her way to the small balcony.

She shivered in the crisp night as the slight wind whipped around her silky white tank slip. Although it was cold, the night air was refreshing to wake up to after her nightmare. She looked over at the long windowed doors next to hers realizing for the first time that they led into Malfoy's room. Was he in there? Had he heard her? She was scared at the prospect of him waking up to find her here alone at night, but more frightened to go back inside to sleep once more with the nightmares.

The nightmare she had had was nothing unusual. Since her parents had died she had had some variety of dreams like that nearly every night. It usually involved her silver eyed savior, holding her back from saving her parents. She either feared him or was relaxed at his presence even as her parents died in her dream. She had already lost them in real life so she figured losing them in dream form was never as severe as that night had been. It was still hard, but in her dream, her mind was so preoccupied with who the silver eyes belonged to that her parent's deaths were never the main focus of the nightmare.

No, the dreams usually focused on Hermione and him. She didn't know why but she felt a pull to this person that had saved her. He had known she was going to be in trouble, and he had stopped her from meeting her own death as well. She was thankful. Hermione hated it that she felt she owed him something, but she also felt like he owed her his identity.

She wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders as she gazed on the Hogwarts grounds. Tonight's dream had been different. It wasn't her parent's that were dying, it was her friends, and they were here at Hogwarts. The silver eyed savior was back in the dream, he saved her from certain death once more, but again at the cost of lives she cared about deeply. But was it really him that stopped her? When her parent's had died it was helpless in trying to save them. In this nightmare she could have saved Harry and Ron. They were still alive as they ran toward the forest.

But then he turned into Malfoy. Suddenly the death eater scum was the one holding her back, hurting her. He made her watch her friends die. Then Malfoy was in her room, he had her wand. Hermione turned suddenly to his doors, seeing that they were still shut tight. She decided she should go back in her room where it was safe. She didn't like this pull that Draco Malfoy had over her. This ability to make her full of fear, to make her dreams become nightmares, and to turn her savior into a savage.

She shut the windowed doors behind her and pulled the white curtains shut to block out the moonlight. Hermione whispered a simple incantation to keep Malfoy from coming in through the window. Now that she knew they balconies were connected, she would have to be more vigilant.

"You forgot about the bathroom door."

Malfoy's voice came to her entirely too close for comfort. She turned suddenly yelling "Stupefy!" in the direction of his voice. The spell hit nothing, as he was nowhere to be found.

Hermione saw the bathroom door open a crack and she quickly moved to shut it, muttering another locking spell. Her bedroom door was still shut tight, sealed from her password. Had she imagined it? She must have.

"Right here mudblood." Malfoy's hand grabbed her wrist so painfully she dropped her wand to the floor.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She squirmed in pain trying to kick him as he threw her down on the bed.

"Good." He said simply, and he grabbed her other wrist and pinned her down, back to the mattress on the queen sized bed.

He was behind her now, standing above her. His face hardly illuminated in the moonlight that was mostly blocked by the light curtains. She was thrown across the side of the bed, her feet almost near the edge.

"Why are you doing this?" She whispered up at him.

"You don't even know what I'm doing Granger." He retaliated.

"Why are you trying to make me forget?"

There was silence. Malfoy loosened the grip on her wrists but held her firm enough still so she couldn't escape.

"How did you know?" He asked finally.

"You'll just be furious if I say it." She said definitely and she tried to squirm her body away from him.

"Let me guess. Being as brilliant as you are you could tell the effects of the replacement memory charm I was putting on you the previous night." Malfoy said, sounding bored.

"Yes." Hermione said fearfully. Her hands were becoming numb. She wasn't sure what he was going to do now.

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to make you forget now."

Hermione kicked in protest; if only her feet could reach the other end of the bed she could grab her wand off the floor.

"Relax Granger," he said in a bored voice, as he released one of her hands to grab his wand out of his back pocket. "What makes you want to remember any of that stuff anyway? You want to remember your parent's dying in flashes of green light?"

"I need to remember him. You can't take that away from me." She said suddenly desperate. Those silver eyes were the only thing keeping her going. They were a mystery, and they held hope that someone else had shared her experience. There was someone to talk to there, to relate to. No matter how hard Harry tried, he would never fully understand what Hermione had gone through because he wasn't there that night. But he was, and for that alone she needed to remember him.

"Why is that so damn important to you!? Someone saved you; you should be happy and just forget about it! But no, you have to go search for him, have the whole damn Order looking for him. You have to make life difficult for everyone. If you wanted to thank him the least you could do is forget about him."

"I don't want to! Malfoy, please don't. Just don't. These are my memories. If you want I'll pretend to forget and you can tell him you did your job okay? You can tell Vold-"Her words were cut short by a hard slap across her face.

Hermione was shocked into stillness. Her face stung, and the world seemed to stand still. Malfoy hadn't moved, and she was still lying with her arms outstretched above her. She couldn't believe he had just slapped her. A death eater hit her across the face, no a man did. Regardless of death eater status, she could not believe a man had just hit her across the face.

She wondered why Malfoy wasn't moving but took the few seconds of stillness to register that he had used his one hand that had been holding her last limb from escaping, to hit her. She was no longer bounded. Hermione gathered all these thoughts in slow motion, although only a few seconds had passed.

She quickly flung herself up off the bed and rolled onto the floor grabbing her wand, the first spell coming to her mind to make a shield charm. The effect was instantaneous, as blue light flew from out of her wand and enveloped a glow around her. Malfoy was still standing in the same spot; the hand he had used against her was lifted up in front of his face and he was examining it as if he'd never seen it before. The hand was shaking uncontrollably.

Hermione was unsure of what to do next. If she tried to leave he would stop her. She could only fight her way out at this point, but her mind was in protection mode not fighting mode. The shield charm added some safety until she regained her thoughts.

"What did I…" He finally stuttered from across the room, Hermione's wand pointed at him from the opposite side of the bed.

He was still standing there, but he seemed more aware of Hermione now. He looked up at her and in the glow of Hermione's wand a pair of bright silver eyes met hers. Draco Malfoy's usually gray eyes were shining silver now, and they were wide, mirroring Hermione's brown eyes of shock. She took a few steps back, her shield charm faltering in her lack of concentration.

"You…You're the…" She managed to stutter as she backed herself up against the wall and slumped against it. Her mind was racing, and her entire body shook. She felt her wand slip out of her hands, and her breath quicken. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out.

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