LLL- I'm so glad I have smart readers. I honestly didn't think you guys would catch on to Hermione, but that shows what I know.

Seth Clearwater- *Rubbing head* Where am I?

LLL- Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's you. It's really you.

Seth C- Yeah I guess so but how did I get here? The last thing I remember is walking behind the house last night and someone hit my head...

LLL- Shhhh Shhhh. You will be OK. I will nurse you back to health.

Seth C- Actually I feel fine I just need to...

LLL-*Hits over the head with a bottle*

Seth C- *unconscious*

LLL- ha ha. Ok well I don't own harry potter. *dragging him by his feet* or twilight

*Hermione's POV*

I stand in the court yard and other students sit around me. Classes start today but it's early and most students are at breakfast. I sit in the middle of the court year and look at the sky. It's cloudy and the air is warm. I told Harry about Ron kissing me, but he denied it. Actually, he denied even walking in the room, and that Harry saw.

I can't explain his strange behavior, but that isn't the only strange thing. The scratch on my arm has suspicions raised by Dumbledore and everyone else I know. It's no ordinary scratch. It is a D with an S on the inside. When it was bloody, it wasn't obvious that it was actually a sign. I rub it again.

I feel a strange singe in my chest. I've also been having these horrible heart burns lately. A cloud moves from in front of the sun and I cover my eyes. The sun irritates me highly and I walk down the hill past Hagrid's house. The forbidden forest normally scares me but lately, I've been feeling a little more comfortable when I go into it. It's strangely relaxing. Despite how long I want to stay do here, I have to go back to the castle. My first class is soon.

Word of me and Snape didn't have to get out because everyone already knew. I'm looking forward to seeing how that class will go. I make my way up to the school and go to transfigurations class. Ron and Harry are sitting and talking. They stop and greet me when I sit next to them.

"Hey Hermione. You sleep good? You weren't at breakfast," Ron points out.

"I wasn't all that hungry. How about you guys. How are ya'll adjusting?"

"If you mean with you getting more involved with strange things then Harry, then yes, we are coping just fine."

"How's your arm," Harry asks.

"Still weird."

"And the heart burn."

"Still burnin."

"Has Madam Pomfrey told you if anything was wrong yet."

"She said she doesn't know what it is. Nothing seems to be wrong with me."

"OK class..." Professor McGonagall starts. The rest of class was very interesting. She tells us how we can change an object mentally, without even saying a spell. As always, the students wonder how I can be so interested in what they find extremely boring.

When it's all over, I go up the stairs with Ron and Harry to the most pointless class of the day. Divination. The three of us take our seats at the round table. I know something is wrong when Trelawney comes up to me and stares me in the eyes through her oversized spectacles. Then she looks at the scratch on my arm and rubs it with her boney fingers. I snatch my arm away.

"Excuse me," I say. She nods curtly and starts teaching. Unlike transfiguration, this class drags by slowly. I even zone out a couple of times. When class is over, she stops me from leaving. Ron and Harry try to stay with me but Trelawney doesn't let them.

"Why can't I leave? I'm going to be late for my next class."

"Child you feel it. Slowly everything will come together and you won't deny it. Others will try and help you but it will be too late. You'll fall victim to your own weaknesses and become what others fear most. Others fears will become your pleasure." I look at her as she reveals this fortune. She grabs my arm with the scratch and squeezes it. I snatch my arm again and leave the room. Ron and Harry are waiting for outside of the door.

"What happened," Harry asks as I pass him.

"Nothing," I reply, jogging down the stairs. They follow me. The rest of the classes go by with no talking from me. Others fears will become my pleasure. What the hell is wrong with that lady? I expect Snape's class to be a living hell, but it turns out to be a regular day. He still looks evil to everyone and the Slytherin shoot glares at Gryffindor. Nothing was different. I stay back after class and Harry and Ron don't ask questions. They know the deal. Snape went in the back for a minute and I sit patiently on his desk. He comes back and his face lights up when he sees me. Snape walks over and places his hands on my waist, bringing me into a kiss. This is a feeling I will never get tired of. Every kiss I share with him only seems to get better.

He hoists me up with ease and carries me in his room, laying me gently on his bed. He kisses me and then trails down to my neck, eventually coming to a stopping point. He still has a pretty good hold on me, but doesn't do anything drastic. "You know I could take you if I wanted. Right now." He lifts my shirt a little and kisses my stomach.

"No, you would take me if I wanted."

"But you don't, do you?"

"I do, but we can't."

He lies beside me. "I know. I just want you so bad."

"And you can have me when the time is right."

"I respect that completely. So tell me how your day was. Weasley still doesn't remember anything?"

"No, actually. That's something wanted to talk to you about. The night he visited me, he kissed me out of jealously."

"Oh. What did you do?"

"I tried to push him away, but that's when he lost his memory. Right after he kissed me."

"Do you think you had something to do with it?"

"No of course not."

"Then why'd you tell me."

"Because that's what we do. I felt guilty for not telling you that I got kisses by another person. I didn't want you to be mad at me."

"I could never get mad at you for something like that. It wasn't your fault."

I'm afraid to tell him what Trelawney told me. You'll fall victim to your own weaknesses and become what others fear most. Others fears will become your pleasure. I think more about the kiss with Ron. He lost his memory. Phew. I know what that feels like. It sucks not knowing what happened in your own past. Ron doesn't even remember the kiss. The same way I didn't remember when Draco kissed me...

"Draco..."

"What about him?"

"Oh uhm.." I didn't think I said that out loud. "When I lost my memory. It was Draco who did it right?"

"As much as what Dumbledore told me, yes it was. He's a Sirian and the kiss he forced on you was to absorb your soul. A soul can only be removed through a person's mouth. Why? I have no idea, but when he did that, he only took a little and that little bit contained some of your memory..." Snape stops talking and the pieces are coming together in his head slowly. *Light bulb*

I sit up and get out of the bed. "Bye Snape. I'll see you tomorrow." I walk out of his room before he can say anything. I run up the stairs. Smoke surrounds me and Snape morphs into his human form right in front of me.

"I know what you're thinking and that's not it. Weasley just needed some sleep. Maybe he wanted to deny that he forced a kiss on you by acting like he didn't remember." He walks me back down to his room. "But I do know that you need your sleep." He strips me down lingerie and lays me in the bed, covering me with the covers. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Sleep good." He kisses me and leaves. Tears run down my cheeks as I think about when I got the scratch on my arm. That deatheater. 'You did this to me. On purpose. Why?' Eventually I fall into a deep sleep.

*Victoria's POV*

I feel Hermione's despise. "You'll thank me for this one day."

LLL- I hope everyone liked. And the disclaimer was another twilight request. YAY. So please review. You know I love them. I'm almost at my 100th review. I'm so happy, thanks everyone.