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Confessions by RiddleMeThis

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 12,054
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Drama, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/01/2005
Last Chapter: 07/15/2005
Last Updated: 02/23/2006

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 Hermione's year is filled with compassion, love, mystery, and danger. Little did Hermione know how dangerous this year would be: for her heart, and her life. *ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 1: Orchids and Confessions
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Chapter1- Orchids and Confessions

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction so bear with me! I am going to try to stick to the books concerning information as much as I can. But I might have to give in for one or two things in order to make my story line go a little smoother. Although the other main character, besides Hermione, isn’t in this chapter, I promise he will be in the next. Now I will really appreciate it if everyone could review so I could know whether or not I should continue the story.
Happy Reading!

Beta reading credit goes to Hillary. In other words my sister read what I wrote and yelled at me for using too many pronouns! *Don’t kill me!*

The quote in the story is by Plato.

Disclaimer: As we all know the wonderful J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything else that goes along with it. So, in other words, I own nothing! Well except for the computer that I’m typing this with, but that’s beside the point!

Orchids and Confessions

Hermione Granger was awoken by a light tapping on her window. The brown-haired girl sat up in her queen-sized bed and rubbed her eyes. She then looked around and took in her surroundings.

On the side of Hermione’s bed, was her dance bag. Ever since she was 3 she danced. Hermione was the best dancer at her studio and won countless competitions. She could dance to anything including a fast-paced beat to slow, mournful music. Hermione took every type of dance available. She loved ballet, and its soft fluid motions; she loved the adrenaline rush of jazz. But by far, her favorite was dancing with a partner. Everyday during the summer she would practice for hour’s on end and would never take a break. Hermione was graceful while doing the foxtrot and waltz but she really did her best in the more dramatic dances; allowing her to really excel at the tango. She could move her body in oh so many different positions that made her the perfect patner for the tango. Hermione had the attitude and the exotic look that was needed to make the sultry movements for the tango. Dancing was her passion. It was how she showed her feelings. How she showed emotion.

In the corner of the room was a large trunk with the initials 'HG' engraved on the top along with the Hogwarts crest. The young woman had a desk that was cluttered with quills, ink bottles and several school books. There was a large closet with her Muggle clothes alongside her Hogwarts robes. On the other side of the room stood her newly acquired owl cage with her beautiful white owl. Hermione named him Magellan because she always thought that was a rather dignified name.

There was sunlight pouring in from her large bay window but a few of the sunrays were obscured by a large animal in the sky. She quickly got up and unlatched the window, letting an unknown owl fly in. It perched onto a chair and outstretched its leg allowing her to untie a letter from its scaly leg. Hermione quickly relieved the owl of its burden and it then took flight again.

Knowing the letter’s contents, she tossed it onto the desk and laid down on her bed. Hermione began to ponder the upcoming year at school. It would be her seventh and final year at Hogwarts and it started in one week. She knew she would have to concentrate on her studies but she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with the fact that her time at school is short. Everyday in sixth year she would be in the library keeping her nose buried deep inside one book after the other.

Hermione wanted to ease up a bit and not take everything for granted. She loved the giant squid outside in the dark, blue lake and even the way the Whomping Willow’s branches swayed in the breeze. She enjoyed being a Prefect and being able to help anyone who needed it. Hermione secretly liked being the best in her year and liked to set examples. At school she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She didn’t want to put her eligibility for Head Girl in jeopardy…

At that thought Hermione jumped out of bed and ran to her desk. She completely forgot that Head Girl and Boy would be chosen in seventh year! She mentally kicked herself for forgetting about one of the biggest things that could ever happen to her.

She ripped the letter out of the envelope and quickly unfolded it. Her heart was beating so fast that she was trembling with eagerness. She quickly scanned over the required books for seventh years and was disappointed when there was nothing else important written on the parchment. She sulked back over to her bed and tossed the letter onto the desk. While doing so she noticed the envelope lying casually on her desk. She became aware that there was something else in the envelope; along with another piece of parchment there was a lump.

Almost jumping with excitement she strode over to her desk and tore open the envelope, allowing the shiny metal pin to fall into the palm of her hand. Hermione shrieked with joy as she realized what it was. She was pulled out of her trance when she heard a loud thud downstairs. She quickly dismissed it and turned her attention back to her Head Girl badge.

Overcoming the urge to kiss it, Hermione slipped the other letter out of the envelope and read what Albus Dumbledore wrote her. Not even bothering to finish reading the congratulations, she threw herself into a chair and started writing to Harry.


How has your holiday been? I hope the Dursleys haven’t given you too much trouble. I don’t think they would since you are in your last year of school. Mine has been okay; I’ve almost finished all of our homework. I hope you have done the same.
I have been made Head Girl and I am thrilled. What about you? Have you been made Head Boy? That would be wonderful if you were!
Want to meet at Diagon Alley to buy our books? Mention it to Ron if you talk to him. Write back to me if you can and when.
This is my new owl Magellan. He reminds me of Hedwig. Maybe they can be mates!

Love from,

Taking Magellan from his cage, she tied the letter to his leg and brought him to the window. “Take this to Harry,” Hermione said to Magellan right before he took off.

Letting the shock of the good news wear off she headed toward her bedroom door and grabbed her wand and pocketed it. Ever since entering the wizarding world it became a habit to carry it wherever she went. Hermione opened her door to go tell her parents. She flew down the flight of stairs and stopped abruptly when she caught sight of her front door. It was slightly ajar and it seemed to be forced open.

Becoming slightly nervous she peaked around the corner and looked into the foyer. She didn’t see anything unusual so she just ignored it and kept walking to the kitchen. But as she walked into the hallway she saw a once beautiful porcelain vase on the floor, in tiny pieces, shattered across the floor along with her Mother's favorite flowers orchids.

But that wasn’t what shocked her the most. On a petal of an orchid there was a dark read smear. The smudge was not just on that orchid but on several others as well.

To her horror, she realized what the smear was. There was only one thing it could be. Blood.

Reacting quickly, Hermione pulled out her wand and scanned over the hallway with her eyes. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she could tell that it wasn’t good. The broken vase was a sure sign of foul play. It was a sure sign of a struggle.

Her mother or father would have warned her if there was a shattered vase lying in the middle of the hallway.

She slowly made her way to the kitchen. Looking around she saw nothing. She turned around to go into the family room but something caught her eye. She had spotted a red substance on the hardwood floor. Upon closer inspection, it was without a doubt, more blood. There was a trail leading from it and into the master bedroom. She slowly crept her way towards her parent’s bedroom. As she reached the door she quickly recoiled at the sight in front of her.

Lying on the floor by the window was her mother. But she wasn’t like she remembered her. She was as white as snow and her eyes were wide open. Deep inside the pools of brown were anger, fear, and sorrow. There was fear clearly etched into the side of her face.

There was no question about it; her mother was dead. Realization and shock slowly came across Hermione as she sunk to the floor. She knew exactly what her mother saw and heard right before she died. She could almost see that bright flash of green. It almost seemed like those two deadly words were still echoing around the room.

Hermione couldn’t help it; tears started to pour out of her soft, chocolate brown eyes. She let out a light whimper when she saw her father on the other side of the bed. He had several deep gashes running along his arms and it seemed he was stabbed in the stomach. Hermione looked into his sparkling green eyes that were open and…blinking.

Hermione let out a sob as she reached her father. He seemed so weak and so helpless. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wept into his shoulder.

“Oh, Dad. Wh- Who did this to you? Why would someone do this?"

He winced as he brought his hand up to brush the tears from her cheek. He opened his mouth to start to speak when his face was filled with horror and anger.

Hermione’s father quickly pushed her out of the way as she spun around to look at what her father was staring at but was slapped hard across her face. Hermione reached for her wand but it was missing. She knew she was dealing with a wizard and that she was in trouble.

The attacker was hovering over her and she dared to look him directly in the eyes. To her luck his eyes were covered by a black mask and she couldn’t catch a glimpse of him. Hermione was suddenly unable to move due to ropes that had been conjured around her. Her assailant shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth, not allowing her to make a sound.

She looked at her father who was desperately looking at the attacker with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt her. You don’t want her. It’s me that you want, she is worthless to you. Just let her go.” The murderer let out a deep laugh and yanked him up onto his knees, making him look directly at Hermione.

“Any last words to your lovely daughter?” the man said with a laugh in his raspy voice. A voice that sounded oddly familiar to Hermione.

“Out with it already,” said the attacker, “You’re going to die and I’m trying to be nice in letting you talk to her. “

“Trying to be nice? What the hell kind of charade is that? You have killed my wife, practically killed me, and now you are tormenting my daughter!”

The enemy squeezed the desperate father’s shoulder tightly and exclaimed, “Are you going to talk to Hermione or not?”

Hermione was trying to let this all register in her brain. Her mother dead. Her father kneeling before her in an execution style position. She, herself, was bound with ropes and couldn’t even utter the softest scream. Then the assailant. He knew her name.

“Hermione I’m so sorry. I should have been stronger, god damnit! I can’t believe I let this happen. You are my baby girl. My only daughter.” He stifled a sob as he continued. “I l- love you. I always will. Don’t ever forget that your mother and I will always be with you even if you can’t see us. We will be there at your graduation. We will utter you soft assurances during a tough situation. And I will still be the one, in spirit, walking you down the aisle at your wedding. I love you Hermione. Don’t, whatever you do, stop fighting.” Now her father had completely broken down and was in tears.

The assaulter seemed to be enjoying this. He watched from father to daughter as they confessed their unconditional love for each other. He then removed the cloth from Hermione’s mouth.

“D-Dad it’s not your fault. Y-You did everything you could. I-I've been feeling very guilty and I have to co-confess; I just wanted you to know that I-I have been sneaking out of the h-house and I-I am so s-sorry,” Hermione allowed more tears to fall from her already tear-stained face. “I-I love you too Daddy.”

Her father than recited, “Courage is knowing…”

“…W-what not to fear,” Hermione quietly finished for her father.

Suddenly, “Avada Kedavra!” yelled the man.

Hermione screamed as her father slumped to the floor but not before catching her eyes. They gave a look that clearly said, “I love you.”

Hermione screamed in fury and thrashed about against the ropes but they wouldn’t budge. She continued staring at her father’s dead, lifeless body as the now twice-murderer gave a cold, menacing laugh.

Hermione dangerously said through clenched teeth, “How could you?”

He turned to her and gave her a searching look, as if wondering whether or not to answer truthfully or not.

“I could care less about your mother or father. I only killed them because they wouldn’t let me g-“

But he was cut short by a sudden crash in the next room. Running footsteps were quickly approaching the bedroom.

He cursed under his breath, took one last, quick look at Hermione and said, “I promise we will meet again soon.” He Disapparated as a figure raced into the room.

“P-Professor?” Hermione quietly asked as she looked at Albus Dumbledore.

“Miss Granger are you all right?” he asked looking her up and down for any major injuries while quickly walking over to her.

“P-Physically, y-yes but emotionally-,” Hermione whispered as she looked at her fathers motionless body.

The aging Headmaster shook his head as he unbound Hermione with a wave of his wand. She wiped her face with her sleeve, trying to get rid of the tear stains. As she reached her left cheek, she winced in pain from when she was slapped across the face.

She sat their in shock as everything flooded back into her head. Bloody orchids-her mother’s empty, lifeless eyes-her father sinking to the ground-the attacker’s voice and how it was so recognizable-

She couldn’t take it. Hermione cried into her hands as if there was no tomorrow. How could anyone do this? Why would someone do this?

She felt a reassuring pat on her shoulder and looked up into the Professor’s watery eyes. A thought suddenly hit her. How had he known?

“Professor, how did you know?” Hermione said what was on her mind.

Dumbledore sighed as he looked at her father. “There is a time and a place for everything Hermione,” he continued, “but that time is not now and that place is not here. It is not safe here. I will explain everything when we arrive at Headquarters.” he finished at her questioning look. But then he added, “There are a lot of people in this world who care about you, Hermione. They are watching over you even when you don’t know it.”

Although bewildered by this statement she nodded her head and sniffed as she looked at her parents. “Don’t worry. I will make sure everything is taken care of and you don’t have to be troubled.” Her eyes watered as she nodded her head.

The Professor gently helped Hermione to her feet, seeing as she wasn’t able to stand by herself.

He then pointed his wand at a shoe and muttered, “Portus”. The shoe glowed blue for an instant, shook violently and then became normal again. He handed it to Hermione and they were both transported to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, with a jerk behind their navel.

Chapter 2: Dreams and Confessions
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Chapter 2- Dreams and Confessions

Author’s Note: Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this chapter! When I was mentally planning this chapter I thought that it would explain a lot but then I noticed that it is basically a filler chapter. So I decided to change it around a bit so I hope you all like it! Again, it would be greatly appreciated if you could review! I like having input so I know whether or not my story is going well. And I do listen to comments and let me know if you want something to happen because I might just add it! If you want the characters to do something just make a comment! Oh yeah, tell me what you think about how Hermione loves to dance. It is going to play a pretty big part in my story so let me know how you feel about it! All right I’m rambling so I will let you go!
Have Fun!

(Really quick Author’s Note: Do you want a re-cap from the last chapter?)

Disclaimer: Let’s see what I own…not that many things. I don’t even own my bed let alone Harry Potter! But I do own a nice set of Varsity numbers and a letter! ;)

Dreams and Confessions

Hermione was helped to her feet by Professor Dumbledore when they arrived in the kitchen of the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore led her to the table and conjured two nice squashy armchairs, and two mugs of delicious, hot butterbeer.

They both sat down and took a sip out of their mugs. Hermione was reminiscing about what had just happened and Dumbledore seemed deep in thought. Just as Hermione was about to speak, Dumbledore said, “You do not need to explain anything to me Miss Granger. I have already been informed of what happened.”

Hermione was speechless. “How would you know? Wait, who told you? How did they find out?” Hermione said this all in one breath.

Dumbledore then said, “I don’t think I am qualified to answer these questions. I will, however, be here to answer anything else that you wish to know. Tonks will be picking up your things at your house. It will be safer for you if you don't go back to your house. We cannot stay here because of everyone's comings and goings. We will all be leaving for Hogwarts in about an hour.”

Hermione was confused. “Professor what do you mean 'we will all'? "

“Including you and I, the two Weasley’s still left at Hogwarts, and Ha—“

He was cut short when the kitchen door suddenly burst open. Harry looked around frantically and when he spotted Hermione he ran over to her and enveloped her in a tight hug.

“Hermione are you alright? Did that bastard hurt you? I was so afraid what he would do after he tied you up and---“

Harry was interrupted when Hermione said, “Wait it was you? You saw what happened? How did y- How did you?”
“I think we should go sit down.” Harry said with anticipation. Harry then led Hermione off to a small sitting room and they sat down on a moth eaten couch.

“I dreamt it Hermione. I saw what was happening. It was like what had happened in 5th year with Mr. Wealsey accept I wasn’t the attacker, I promise you that.”

Hermione nodded her head and Harry wrapped her in an embrace. “Harry I—“ Harry nodded his head to reassure her to continue. “Did you see who it was?” Hermione wiped a fallen tear from her eye when she said this.

“Oh I’m sorry Mione. I wasn’t able to catch a look at his face.” Harry said while looking into her sad eyes.

“That’s alright Harry but thank you for alerting Professor Dumbledore for me. How did you tell him by the way?”

“As soon as I woke up I sent Hedwig with a note to Dumbledore right away and I told her to go above the speed limit too.” Harry said with a chuckle while trying to lighten the mood. “About quarter past Tonks Apparated at the Dursley’s and we flooed back here.”

“Well I praise Merlin for you having odd-Seer-like-dreams.” Hermione proclaimed in a mock-tone of voice as she looked up to the sky with her hands clasped together. “But if you excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” Hermione said as she stood up.

Hermione walked down the hall to the dimly lit bathroom. She stumbled here and there because she couldn’t control her trembling body. Hermione barely made it to the bathroom without breaking down. She closed the door and stood with her back to it. Hermione allowed all of the memories flash past her. Her mother’s lifeless body and the bloody orchid were clear in her mind. Hermione slid down and sat up against the door as she let a wave of sobs splash over her. There was an emptiness inside of her heart. It had belonged to her mother and father. She now felt so alone.

Hermione let it all out but not before putting a Silencing Charm around the walls. She didn’t want anyone to know that she was crying. Hermione decided to put on a brave face and not grow too emotional in front of others. She knew this would be very hard.

Hermione let out a shriek and pounded her fists against the door. She continued to bawl on the floor and she would say quietly in between wails, “It’s not fair!” Hermione remained sobbing for another ten minutes. She wiped the tears from her eyes and went over to the sink and turned the cold water on. Hermione splashed her face with freezing cold water and then dried it off on her sleeve.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked pathetic. Her hair disheveled, and her face a mess, she looked like she had been to Hell and back. Hermione then noticed that she was still in her pajamas. Because she was so exhausted she quickly dismissed it; she would more than likely go right to sleep when she arrived at Hogwarts.

After quickly composing herself, Hermione walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She saw Ron in there and was quickly swept up into a tight hug.

“Mione, Harry told me what happened. Are you alright?” Ron asked with a worried look on his face.

She sighed and looked Ron directly in the eye. “I’m alright Ron. Just exhausted and a little shocked. I just need to rest when we get to Hogwarts.”

“Speaking of Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said as he walked into the kitchen with Harry and Ginny in tow, “it’s time to leave for the school. Your trunks and animals have all been transported to the school. We will go by Portkey. And we are due to leave in approximately 30 seconds. Just put a finger on the shoe and we will be departing shortly.”

Dumbledore, Harry, and the two Weasley’s all placed a finger on the shoe and they felt a jerk around their stomach.

The group landed in Dumbledore’s office. Well, only Hermione, Dumbledore, and Harry landed; Ron and Ginny were lying on the floor. They both stood up and dusted themselves off.

Dumbledore began to speak, “Now Ms. Granger, since you have been chosen as Head Girl, you have your own special common room and sleeping corridors that you will be sharing with the Head Boy.”

As Dumbledore was saying this he saw Harry and Ron exchange looks of concern. Harry looked inquiringly at him and mouthed to Dumbledore if he could speak with him.

“I will lead you to your quarters right after I talk to Harry. Now if you will excuse us, I will be with you in a minute.” Dumbledore finished his sentence firmly.

With that, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione all stepped outside. Dumbledore sat in his chair and looked at Harry questioningly.

“Professor,” Harry said as he sat down in the chair in front of the Headmaster’s desk. “I am worried about Hermione. She has just suffered a great loss and she is going to live on her own?”

“Under the circumstances I will allow you, Ron, and Ginny to visit her whenever she is up to it. But it has to be when Ms. Granger allows it. I don’t want her to feel overwhelmed with friends around her too.”

Harry stood up and said, “I understand Professor Dumbledore. Thank you.” Harry began to walk towards the door but he suddenly stopped and turned around sharply.

He quickly strode up to the Professor’s desk and said in a high-pitched voice, “Professor,” he paused and continued when Dumbledore nodded his head, “w-who is the Head Boy?”

Dumbledore sighed and gave Harry a searching look. “I did not make you Head Boy because of the same reason why I did not make you a Gryffindor Prefect."

He sighed again, stood up and walked to the window. “I know you will not be happy with my decision but this year’s Head Boy is Slytherin’s own Draco Malfoy.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open in horror. How could Draco Malfoy be Head Boy?

Dumbledore continued to speak. “Since you already know Harry, I would like it if you told Hermione who the Head Boy is. But I also have something else to tell you that concerns the Head Boy.”

Harry braced himself for what was going to happen next.

“Mr. Malfoy will be sharing the Head’s common rooms with Hermione,” Dumbledore was not very keen with what he was about to say, but he couldn’t prolong it and longer.

“Mr. Malfoy has already arrived here, at Hogwarts, and will be staying before the term starts.”

Dumbledore paused at this but kept going. “I want you all to be civil towards each other and keep your behavior in check.”

“And Harry, Mr. Malfoy has changed. I don’t know if it was for the better or for the worse yet. So tread-lightly around him and don’t be foolish.” Dumbledore said warningly.

He then stood up and went to the door with Harry in his footsteps, even more dumbstruck and bewildered than after the dream.

Chapter 3: Passwords and Confessions
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Chapter 3- Passwords and Confessions

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I would have updated sooner but my life has been hectic this past week. I have been forced to be a back-up for my sister if she isn’t able to go to her job on certain days. Oh joy. So yesterday I was running all around town trying to get a social security card, and then a state I.D. Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. Anyway my banner was created by the wonderful BitterEpiphany!

Here’s a shout out to all of my friends on HPANA! Hi! Haha And especially to *you* (she know’s I’m talking to her), if you give away that critical information I swear I will change it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. What are you going to do, right?

Passwords and Confessions


“Mr. Malfoy has already arrived here, at Hogwarts, and will be staying before the term starts.”

Dumbledore paused at this but kept going. “I want you all to be civil towards each other and keep your behavior in check.”

“And Harry, Mr. Malfoy has changed. I don’t know if it was for the better or for the worse yet. So tread-lightly around him and don’t be foolish,” Dumbledore said warningly.

He then stood up and went the door with Harry in his footsteps, even more dumbstruck and bewildered than after the dream.


Dumbledore walked out of his office with a dazed Harry in his wake. Ron looked searchingly at Harry and got a look of dread in return.

The group began walking through different corridors to what they presumed was the Head’s common room.

Harry whispered, “Malfoy.” under his breath to Ron. Ron’s face turned from pure confusion to revulsion. Who the Head Boy was, was finally clear.

Ron strode over to Harry and started muttering quickly, “Malfoy and Head Boy should never be in the same sentence. I don’t know what Dumbledore is playing at but whatever it is-“

“What?! Malfoy is the Head Boy?” Ginny interrupted her older brother.

“Yes, but keep it down!”

“Listen,” Harry began, “Dumbledore wants me to tell Hermione about Malfoy.”

Ron looked to be calculating whether or not Hermione would cry or scream when she found out about Malfoy.

Ginny’s face showed pure concern as she spoke. “If you must, I would wait until she has had some rest. Another blow like this could do some serious damage.”

“Alright, I’ll wait until tomorrow.” Harry said reluctantly. “But don’t you think she will be mad at us for not telling her?”

“Trust me,” Ginny said, “She will appreciate it later.”

They suddenly stopped in front of a large stone gargoyle. Harry looked across from it and saw another ugly, stone gargoyle. This gargoyle in particular, led up to Professor Dumbledore’s office.

“Hermione,” Dumbledore started, “this is the Head Boy’s and your own common room. You each have your own sleeping quarters and bathrooms. Any questions?”

Hermione shook her head.

Dumbledore shot the slightest glance at Harry and continued, “The password is Amor Vincit Omnia.”

(Author’s Note: That means ‘Love Conquers All.’)

The gargoyle sprang to the side, allowing a passage way to be seen.

“Your room will be to the right. You are allowed to choose a password to your bedroom. Just walk up to the door and say ‘the password is-’ and the password of your choice. Dinner will be served tonight at 5:00 in the Great Hall.”

With that Dumbledore departed and left Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione standing in silence.

“Do you want us to leave Mione? We will do whatever you want-“ Ron said nervously.

“Actually, yeah, that would be great. I just need a little rest. I’ll see you at 5:00 in the Great Hall.”

They all nodded, understanding how she felt. Harry gave Hermione one last quick hug and the Trio left.

Hermione sighed and walked into the common room. Despite what happened, she gasped in amazement.

On the far wall was a large, roaring fire with windows on either side. Directly in front of the fireplace was a large black couch with silver and maroon pillows accentuating it nicely. On one wall were two large desks with parchment and quills arranged neatly.

On the opposite wall were two French doors. Hermione walked over to them and opened them quietly. She stepped out onto a quaint balcony that was overlooking the Quidditch Pitch. She breathed in the fresh scent of air and watched as several owls circled around the Owlery Tower.

Hermione closed the doors to the balcony and preceded to what she presumed was her bedroom. And then, she heard it.

A soft, male voice singing one of her favorite songs.

“I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I'll walk alone!”

(Author’s Note: “Boulevard of Broken Dream” is by Green Day.)

She quietly sang along with the perfectly pitched voice, matching hers to it exactly. The voice was the opposite of flat; it rose where it was supposed to and then went down to the required notes. The voice was so full of emotion it was unreal. You could just sense the sadness generating from the room.

Hermione had to admit, the voice had talent. And that is when she realized where the voice was coming from.

Hermione looked at the door to the Head Boy’s room. On the door was a green serpent twisting around a silver snake. The two snakes formed a circle and in the center of them 'D.M.' was engraved directly onto the door.

Hermione pondered what D.M. meant and quickly stood up when she was knocked out of her reverie by a noise in the Head Boy’s room.

She quickly and quietly made her way to the door on the right.

On the door was a large lion with a body of rich gold and a mane of maroon. The lion’s jaws were opened wide and in the middle was 'H.G.'

Hermione thought back to what Dumbledore said about the password. She clearly stated, “The password is: Virtus.”

(Author’s Note: Virtus is Latin for courage. My sister translated them for me by the way.)

Hermione stepped into the room and gasped. The room had to at least be 30 feet by 30. There were red and gold carpets tastefully arranged around the room. On the largest rug of all, was a magnificent four poster bed. The sheets were of a beautiful gold silk and there was a luxurious red comforter with the Hogwarts crest emblazoned on the top. There were different shades of gold pillows by the headboard that also bore the Hogwarts crest. Her trunk was already stationed at the foot of the bed.

There was a large armoire directly across from the bed and a vanity to the left of it. A large six foot mirror was on the wall next to another door.

Hermione crept to the door and turned the handle and was amazed at what she saw.

It was a huge bathroom that was immaculately clean. Everything was a glistening white. The pool sized tub had white tiles and the several taps were the same color. She also had a shower in the corner of the room. There was a towel rack next to the counter where the sink was. The towels were again, white, but had H.G. embossed in gold.

Hermione walked out of the bathroom and into her new bedroom. She laid down on the soft sheets and shuffled under the warm comforter. She then cried herself to sleep.

Draco Malfoy approached the ugly gargoyle and said, “Amor Vincit Omnia.”

Love Conquers All. Now if that isn’t a lie then I don’t know what is.

He stepped into the common room and made his way to his room. He stepped in front of his door and said, “Miserum Amarit.”

Now that’s more like it, Draco thought. Wretched Love.

Draco went into his room and laid down on his green and silver bed. He thought, This is going to be a hell of a long year.

Out of no where he sang one of his favorite songs.

“I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known….”

He finished the song in confusion. He could have sworn he heard an echo.

Chapter 4: Secrets and Confessions
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Chapter 4- Secrets and Confessions

Author’s Note: Welcome back! So sorry for the long delay in updating! Last week was just very hectic…I had a project due and I had practice…but anyway I’m here now! Not much new here. So I’ll just get on with it. Read and review please! Also if you have the chance PLEASE review and tell me who you think the murderer/attacker is! I’m just curious to what my reader’s think! Only my sister, me and a certain someone knows who it is! Hehe Hint hint, it’s not Draco!

Best Wishes!

Disclaimer: Do you like something in this story? If so, that’s because it probably isn’t mine…

Secrets and Confessions


He stepped into the common room and made his way to his room. He stepped in front of his door and said, “Miserum Amarit.”

Now that’s more like it, Draco thought. Wretched Love.

Draco went into his room and lay down on his green and silver bed. He thought, This is going to be a hell of a long year.

Out of no where he sang one of his favorite songs.

“I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known….”

He finished the song in confusion. He could have sworn he heard an echo.
Draco Malfoy sat up on his bed and walked to his door and opened it. When he looked out he saw the door to the Head Girl’s room close with a snap.

That’s strange. Why would the Head Girl be at Hogwarts already?

He walked back into his room and thought, What a stupid question. I’m here, aren’t I?

Draco walked over to his full length mirror and looked himself over.

He had grown up for sure. Getting annoyed with the copious amounts of gel every morning, Draco threw away the bottle and allowed his hair to fall down over his eyes.

His eyes were of a light blue, almost a soft grey. His eyes were full of emotion, bearing his heart and soul.

Draco was fit, yes, but he didn’t have body-builder muscles. The muscles could be seen with a perceptive eye, and to the touch you would know that you’d be very safe in his arms.

But underneath the robes, was pain; internal and external. A long scar etched from the bottom of his chest, all the way down to his right hip.

Draco ran his hand along the newly acquired scar, and winced in pain because it was still tender.

Thinking back to four days ago, Draco replayed the fight in his mind.

”You will do as I tell you boy and you will be happy about it!” Lucius yelled at his terrified son.

“I won’t and I will never become one of the Dark Lord’s followers!” Draco yelled to his father out of his hiding place.

Malfoy Sr. yelled menacingly, “You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name! How dare you refuse to become a Death Eater!”

“Sorry but I don’t fancy having a skull burned into my arm.” Draco immediately wished he hadn’t made the sarcastic remark; his father threw the Cruciatus Curse at him but hit the desk at which he was hiding behind. Papers fluttered down in front of his face as the desk burst into flames. "Dead" and "witch" were words that seemed to pop out at Draco from a paper that was swaying to the ground. The signature Tom R. Ruvikk was viewable to Draco before the business-like letter was enveloped in flames.

This forced Draco out from behind the desk, thus, leaving him exposed.

Draco fell to the ground as his father shot a curse at him. He yelled in pain and touched his stomach. When he looked at his hands he saw they were covered in blood.

Lucius laughed insanely and stated, “If you ever disobey me again, instead of that nice gash it will be a little more permanent next time. And I promise you, you will never be able to forget that curse. It will always be on your mind.”

Draco grimaced and was able to choke out, “Go to hell.”

With that Draco tried to do the only thing he could think of to get away from his father. He tried to Apparate. Even though he knew if got caught he could be in a lot of trouble but this was under severe circumstances. This was either life or death.

Draco could not figure where to go. He was now considered a traitor with his family. Where would he be safe? Knowing where he would be accepted despite how horrible he was in the past, he thought of one place.

In a quick “pop” Draco disappeared from the room and appeared in none other than the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.

Draco shook with anger; he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to be a follower of Voldemort. He was his own person.

He reached out and punched the mirror. It smashed into various size pieces and fell to the floor with a loud crash.

He looked at his hand and saw that there were several pieces of glass sticking out at odd angles. Blood began to trickle down his wrist.

Draco looked up when he heard a soft gasp.

Hermione awoke with a start when she heard a loud smashing sound. She quickly jumped out of her bed and went to investigate what disturbed her from her dreamless sleep.

Hermione quietly opened her door and looked around. There was no sign of a disturbance but she could have sworn she heard something moving.

Figuring that the Head Boy’s room was a good guess, Hermione approached the door.

As she arrived at the door though, the site that she saw made her gasp. The one and only Draco Malfoy, was standing before her, with glass shattered around his feet, and shiny pieces of glass protruding from his hand. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw Drops of blood dropping onto the broken glass on the floor.

Hermione was dumbstruck. She stood there in complete bewilderment. Then everything clicked into place. Green and silver- Slytherin. D.M.- Draco Malfoy.

Hermione’s eyes widened as realization hit her. The Head Boy is Draco Malfoy.

Draco looked like he was too, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. Though, he did seem to grasp what was going on quicker.

Hermione Granger. I should have known.

Hermione stuttered, “M-Malfoy, are you really H-Head Boy?”

“No shit Granger. Why else would I be in the Head Boy’s room?”

Hermione scowled in reply. “What did you do to your hand?” she asked, looking from the glass on the floor to his hand.

“I smashed my mirror.” Draco said truthfully.

Hermione raised her eyebrows in reply.

“Okay Malfoy, whatever you say.” She said as she left his room and closed the door.

She stopped halfway to her door and thought, What the hell is he doing here?

Hermione immediately turned herself around and opened his door.

She saw Draco sitting on his bed wrapping his hand up in bandages. He looked up when she opened the door.

“What do you want?” Draco said clearly irritated.

She brushed away his question and said, “Why are you here already?”

“I would like to ask you the same thing.” Draco asked inquiringly.

“I asked you first.” She knew she sounded childish but she was still very curious.

“Well, Granger that is none of your business, now is it?” Draco cocked his head to one side.

She threw her hands up in aggravation and started for the door.

Before she left his room Draco managed to ask, “Why are you here?”

“Like you, that is my business, not yours.” Hermione looked at Draco with no smile on her face and a gleam of sadness in her eyes.

Draco instantly became interested in what made the Gryffindor know-it-all so obviously miserable.

Hermione slammed the door shut and left Draco in his room by himself.

Draco pulled out his wand, muttered " Reparo" and the broken glass flew up and the mirror was once again in one piece. He walked out of his room figuring that it would be smart to go for a walk and sort out his thoughts.

As he opened the gargoyle to go into the main school, he heard a soft crying coming from the Head Girl’s room.

Well, looks like I’m not the only one who has a secret.

Chapter 5: Dinner, Dancing and Confessions
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Author’s Note: Yes, I know this is very late but it is a bit longer than expected. This is probably my favorite chapter. But you be the judge! READ AND REVIEW! The end of the school year is here and that means exams are coming. So I hope you like it! As for the ending (DO NOT go and read it now!) there were so many different ways I could end it; I was going to do it with a cliffhanger, then without. So I decided to…nope. You’ll just have to wait!


Disclaimer: As we all know, barely any of this is mine. Just the plot…
Yells and Confessions


Before she left his room Draco managed to ask, “Why are you here?”

“Like you, that is my business, not yours.” Hermione looked at Draco with no smile on her face and a gleam of sadness in her eyes.

Draco instantly became interested in what made the Gryffindor know-it-all so obviously miserable.

Hermione slammed the door shut and left Draco in his room by himself.

Draco pulled out his wand, muttered " Reparo" and the broken glass flew up and the mirror was once again in one piece. He walked out of his room figuring that it would be smart to go for a walk and sort out his thoughts.

As he opened the gargoyle to go into the main school, he heard a soft crying coming from the Head Girl’s room.

Well, looks like I’m not the only one who has a secret.
Hermione ran to her room in tears. The memories came flooding back as fresh as ever.

Hermione shut the door with a bang and stumbled to her bed. Hermione collapsed onto the soft sheets and started to sob.

How could this be happening to me? Hermione thought miserably.

With the events flashing before her, she fell asleep onto the gold silk sheets.

Hermione yawned widely as sunlight hit her face. She woke up feeling refreshed, but she never did forget about that morning.

Hermione looked at a clock on the wall above her bed and saw that it was 4:00. Remembering what Dumbledore said about dinner in the Great Hall at 5:00, she made her way to the Head Girl’s bathroom.

Hermione disposed of her clothes and jumped into the shower. She turned on the shower and jets of hot water fell onto her shoulders. Hermione craned her neck as the water cascaded down her shoulders.

There was something about that man, the murderer, which was familiar. He obviously knew who Hermione was; he used her name.

It’s like I’ve met him before.

Hermione almost laughed out loud at this. No one I know would do anything like that. To anyone.

But still, Hermione couldn’t wipe away the thoughts in her head. She kept playing it all over in her head. One tear was even allowed to escape from her eye, but it went unnoticed with the water pouring from the shower’s spout.

”I could care less about your mother or father. I only killed them because they wouldn’t let me g-“

What was he going to say? They wouldn’t what? So now my parents were killed for the hell of it?!
Hermione thought in frustration.

Hermione stood in the shower and washed her hair. She let the water gush down her back; allowing the water to wash away all her pain.

Jumping out of the shower quickly, Hermione threw the white towel around herself and ran into the bedroom. As she stepped in she looked to the clock and saw that it said 4:27.

Rushing over to her wardrobe, Hermione pulled out comfortable clothes and her Hogwarts robe. She slipped the robe over her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror.

Hermione pulled out her wand and did a quick drying spell on her hair. Hermione’s hair was still curly, but she managed to tame them into soft curls that bounced as she walked.

Over the summer Hermione also added rich highlights. They were not a platinum blonde; some a dark dirty blonde, different shades of auburn, and a couple tones of red.

Hermione grabbed her makeup bag from the vanity and began to put makeup on. She put on a grey eye shadow that shimmered in the light. A soft pink blush was also added that made her face glow.

Hermione gave herself a long, concentrated look in the mirror and sighed softly. She walked out of the Common room and into the dark halls of Hogwarts.

Draco walked into the Great Hall at the same time as Hermione. Hermione kept her gaze in front of her, whereas Draco looked the Gryffindor up and down with inquisitive eyes; he was still very interested with what made the young girl so unhappy.

The skies both in and out were of a soft blue with a fluffy cumulus cloud here or there. There was a long table positioned in the middle room. The mahogany table took the place of the four normal House tables.

Seated around the table were Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. Everyone turned at the Head Boy’s and Girl’s arrival. Everyone but Snape smiled warmly at Hermione as she entered; the Potion’s Master sneered.

Harry gave Draco a look with prying eyes; he didn’t seem any different.

What happened to the ferret over the summer? Harry thought.

Harry inwardly smiled, He probably found out he isn’t a pureblood after all.

Hermione took an empty seat next to Harry and Draco next to Snape. Harry leaned over and whispered, “Are you okay?”

Hermione looked at Harry and nodded. She saw him send a death glare to the other side of the table. Hermione turned to see who was at the receiving end of it.

Hermione turned back to Harry and started, “Harry, Malfoy is-“

“Head Boy, I know Hermione.” Harry continued to send a disapproving stare at the Slytherin. Harry looked at Hermione and saw her confused look.

“Dumbledore told me earlier.” Hermione nodded.

Hermione looked over to Dumbledore when she heard a loud clapping sound. She saw him set his hands back down onto the table, waiting expectantly. The table suddenly creaked and groaned under the profuse amount of food.

As always, Ron immediately started stuffing his face with food. Hermione looked at him in disgust.

“Hermione aren’t you eating?” Harry asked while carefully putting food onto this plate.

“I wasn’t that hungry before; I definitely don’t have an appetite now.” Hermione gave Ron a revolted stare.

Ron looked down at his plate scornfully and mumbled “Sorry.” He put down the piece of chicken he was holding, grabbed his fork and slowly began eating mashed potatoes.

Hermione’s muscles tightened up. She felt a set of eyes on her. Hermione looked around the table and her chocolate brown eyes finally met a pair of soft blue ones.

When her gaze made contact though, they turned to a hard steel grey. Hermione looked into the face that belonged to those absorbing eyes and saw nothing but the infamous smirk.

Hermione mouthed, “Ferret,” and in return she received, “Mudblood.”

Even through this vulgar word, Hermione thought she saw something else. Something else deep in those pools of grey.

Hermione sat waiting for everyone else to finish eating. All the while she continued with a light conversation with everyone seated at her end of the table.

People began to leave the table with full stomachs; Hermione’s was empty. But not just from the lack of food. She felt empty from the loss she just suffered that day.

Hermione had to do something to occupy herself. She knew all of her feelings were just on the surface, waiting to bubble over.

“Hermione, where are you going?” Ron asked getting up from the table.

“Oh, I umm- Just a little bit of reading in the Library is all. I’ll see you later.”

Not waiting for a comment, Hermione made her way towards the Library. Before reaching the presumed destination though, Hermione took a quick right down a quiet corridor.

Hermione reached a door and softly opened it. She looked around and saw several desks arranged haphazardly around the room. There was a teacher’s desk situated at the front of the room with a chalkboard on the wall behind it.

With a quick wave of her wand Hermione pushed the desks to the edge of the room. She quickly disposed of her Hogwarts robe and placed it neatly on a desk. She wore the clothes she put on earlier; a white tank top and light blue cotton shorts.

Hermione tied her hair back into a high ponytail and muttered softly but with meaning, ”Accio Ballet Shoes”

Normally Hermione wouldn’t wear ballet shoes for this type of dance, but due to the rough surface of the floor, she thought it would be a wise choice to have some protection on her feet.

After placing her shoes delicately on her feet, Hermione stood up and gave a delicate swish of her wand.

Hermione set her wand down on top of her robe as the beginning part of the song began. There was no singing, just talking. Hermione got into the same position she had many times before.

“Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny
Me and my boys went out, just to end up in misery
I was about to go home and there she was standing in front of me
And I said I, I got a little place nearby
I wanna go, I should have said no
Someone's waiting for me
But I'm gonna go up and see,”

Hermione moved her hips side to side to the fast paced music. She began to move them faster and faster until she was non-stop dancing. She bent her knees and stepped in place, one foot after the other. Her arms were synchronized in movement with her legs.

“Listen Baby I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late don't stay up and wait for me
I'll say again you're dropping out my battery it's low
So you know we're goin to a place nearby
I gotta go,”

Repeating the same intricate steps she would move her legs out to the side and in front of her. Doing this, Hermione allowed her hips to move with her legs, making them really swing more to the beat. She also moved her arms directly to the front of her face. Her hands were approximately level with her forehead; Hermione moved her head from left to right in very snappy motions.

“Now till it's done nothing's been won
I can't take it back what's done is done
One of her friends found out
That she wasn't the only one
And it eats me from inside, that she's not by my side
Just because I made that call and lied,”

Hermione wished she had a dance partner. Normally, all of this would be done with someone leading and someone following.

“Listen Baby I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late don't stay up and wait for me
I'll say again you're drying out my battery it's low
So you know we're goin to a place nearby
I gotta go,”

After first hearing this song during the summer, Hermione immediately fell in love with it. She knew every beat and every lyric in the song. After the last verse there was a long pause in singing where music took the place of the voices.

She immediately set herself up to go into a very hard but very graceful twist. It was one of her favorite; but Hermione hadn’t done it in quite a long time. The first word in the next verse was when she needed to hit it. As the music lead up to it, she began her approach.

Facing the blackboard, she took two steps; first her right then her left. On her second step, Hermione pushed hard off the ground. In mid-air she kicked her right leg high up into the air while completely turning her entire body around. Her left foot followed the right, kicking behind her into the air.

Now facing the door through which she came through, Hermione prepared for her landing. She would be landing on her right foot with her knee slightly bent. When she landed she would be in an Arabesque.

“Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny…”

Hermione became distracted as she was about to land. She looked to the door and saw the hems of someone’s robes quickly disappear from the doorway.

(Author’s Note: That’s one of my favorite songs in the world! It’s called “The Call” by Backstreet Boys. And for anyone who doesn’t know what an Arabesque is, it’s when one leg is down straight and the other is behind you almost at a ninety degree angle to your back. I know that is a cheerleading term but I couldn’t figure out how to explain it!)

Hermione knew she made a mistake. She lost her concentration and knew she would be dealing with the consequences.

Hermione landed on her foot hard, making her lose her balance. A quick pain shot through her ankle as she landed on the floor with a soft, “Arghh.”

Hermione let out a frustrated yell as the music around her began to fade away.

Hermione gingerly touched her ankle and knew it wasn’t broken. It would have been swollen already if it was. Hermione decided that it was just a slightly twisted ankle; nothing a hot bath wouldn’t fix.

Hermione picked up her robe and put the desks back with a flick of her wand. She walked out of the room with a limp and closed the door behind her.

Hermione stepped out of the over-sized bathtub and wrapped herself in a towel. The bath eased the pain in her ankle but left it a little stiff.

Well what do you expect after landing so gracefully on your foot? Hermione aggravatingly thought to herself.

Hermione walked into her room and looked down when she heard a loud sound. Her stomach was making noises.

As a hunger pain shot through her, Hermione quickly dressed and threw her hair up into a ponytail.

Not even bothering with makeup, Hermione walked out of the Common Room and into the corridor.

Remembering back to her fourth year, Hermione went down into the Entrance Hall and turned left. Hermione went down the stairs and ended in a large stone corridor that was brightly lit. She looked from painting to painting until she found one of a bowl of brightly painted fruit.

After squirming from being tickled by Hermione’s fingers, the large green pair turned into a door handle. Hermione opened the door and walked inside.

As soon as her presence was known, Hermione was bombarded with the appearance of several house elves. She asked for a glass of pumpkin juice and sandwiches and what she got in return was a picnic basket filled with delicious foods and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Hermione graciously thanked the elves and opened the large door. She waved good-bye to the elves and closed the door. Hermione was rearranging the basket and pitcher in her hands when she was suddenly knocked down by a large, solid figure.

For the second time that day, Hermione let out a frustrated moan and looked up to see what had caused her to become so irritated.

The food lay forgotten, sprawled out on the floor.

The pumpkin juice was spilling from the pitcher; seeping into the cracks of the floor.

Hermione emitted an audible gasp as she crawled to the human being.

It was Malfoy. And he was bleeding and in pain.

Chapter 6: Sweets and Confessions
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Author’s Note: There has been a lot of development with this story! There has always been a plot but now the plot is even BIGGER! I have no idea how long this story is going to be but hopefully not too long. You will also see that I have made a lot of changes to the story. I changed chapter five’s name because I didn’t like it very much. I don’t like ‘Robes’ either but I can’t think of anything else. I was going to use ‘Dances’ but Hermione only danced once in that chapter. Let me know what you think the name should be by reviewing! I changed the summary too because it didn’t fit very well with the larger plot. Let me tell you this: there is going to be a lot more action than intended and a lot more Voldemort. ;) Like I said, I made a lot of changes to the story, just small ones. I hate stories that are grammatically incorrect and have spelling errors so I made a lot of corrections. But please let me know if you see any mistakes! I would advise you to read Chapter 3- Secrets and Confessions if you read it before June 20, 2005, as I made a correction. Well, not a correction but I added something. And honestly not to give anything away, but it is a BIG something. You will all probably figure out what I am talking about and completely figure everything out but I just couldn’t leave you all hanging! And if you don’t feel like searching and rereading that entire chapter, take a look at Draco’s memory! Now I will get to see who reads my Author’s Notes and who doesn’t….

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Disclaimer: Do we really need to do this? None of it is mine except for the ever forming plot. So sorry these disclaimers are getting quite boring!
Sweets and Confessions


Hermione graciously thanked the elves and opened the large door. She waved good-bye to the elves and closed the door. She was rearranging the basket and pitcher in her hands when she was suddenly knocked down by a large, solid figure.

For the second time that day, Hermione let out a frustrated moan and looked up to see what had caused her to become to irritated.

The food lay forgotten, sprawled out on the floor.

The pumpkin juice was spilling from the pitcher; seeping into the cracks of the floor.

Hermione emitted an audible gasp as she crawled to the human being.

It was Malfoy. And he was bleeding and in pain.


Lucius Malfoy was in the study at the Malfoy Manor. The Death Eater sat at the oversized desk, intently reading a letter that had just arrived by owl.

“I regret to inform you that…”

Lucius shrieked in fury at what he read. He was so incensed that his screams could be heard a mile away. Lucius’s platinum blonde hair was sticking up on end from his uncontrollable rage.

Malfoy Senior hastily took out a quill and parchment and with great speed he began writing a threatening letter to a man whose life might be in jeopardy: Tom R. Ruvikk.

Despite the situation, Lucius smiled to himself. He knew the chaos that would be unraveling many miles away.

Hermione let out a terrified squeak as she looked at the man in front of her.

Draco Malfoy’s face was contorted in pain. He groaned and clenched his right side whilst moving his robes, allowing his stomach to be seen. And that was when Hermione saw it.

Underneath his robes there was a deep gash in Malfoy’s stomach; it seemed like blood was pouring from the wound. The Slytherin’s black robes were wet with blood and appeared to be darker, if that was possible. The infamous silver and green tie that hung around his neck had a tinge of pink to it. There was blood everywhere.

“Oh Merlin,” Hermione whispered in shock. Malfoy groaned in pain as he turned on his side and he immediately assumed the fetal position. He regretted this at once; the pain increased.

Hermione crawled over to where Malfoy’s head laid. Fearfully, she looked at his face that was distorted in agony. “Malfoy?”

Draco gave no response, just a moan.

“Malfoy.” Hermione said more firmly this time, trying to get his attention.

He still paid no attention to Hermione. Hermione was getting desperate. She needed to know what was going on.

“Malfoy!” Hermione yelled this time.

Malfoy still seemed to not hear anything; he was beginning to twitch.

Well, desperate times calls for desperate measures. Hermione reasoned with herself.

Hermione inched herself so she was directly above the boy and peered down into his face. She noticed tears were starting to leak from his eyes.

Hermione mustered all of her strength, pulled back her hand and slapped Malfoy hard across that face.

Malfoy suddenly seemed to come back to reality. Hermione realized that the state that Malfoy was in was because of immense pain.

Malfoy started to slip away again. Hermione let out a sigh of frustration. Hermione continually muttered “Malfoy” but to no avail.

Until she finally said, “Draco,” was he coherent. Malfoy grabbed violently onto the front of Hermione’s robes, emitting a soft gasp from the witch.

Draco Malfoy eyes were focused on the dark coffee brown ones of Hermione Granger. Hermione could see fear and utter pain deep inside the gray eyes of her arch enemy.

Pleadingly and almost desperately Malfoy uttered, “Help me,” before collapsing onto the floor.

Hermione tried to awaken Malfoy but to no avail.

What am I supposed to do? I can’t just leave him here in the middle of the corridor! Maybe Madam Pomfrey…

Hermione’s thoughts of the Hospital Wing were almost immediately squashed; it was close to midnight. Madam Pomfrey would be asleep.

Hermione wracked her brain trying to think of what to do. She concluded on one thing, Dumbledore

“Mobilicorpus” was muttered by Hermione and Malfoy was lifted into the air. Hermione started climbing the staircases with Malfoy carefully in tow.

The interesting pair arrived at the Headmaster’s office; directly across was Head’s Common Room.

Hermione looked at it longingly and thought, What I would give to be asleep right now.

The Gryffindor was bewildered as to what to do next. She stood staring at the large sculpture which was staring back at her.

She quietly began muttering to herself. “A password….password. It could be anything!” Hermione said in distress.

Then, deep in her thoughts, Hermione recalled a forgotten conversation she had had with Harry one day.

”The password is always a sweet. It’s usually always a wizarding treat but once it was ‘lemon drop.’”

This didn’t help Hermione much. Oh, great. That lowers it down to about a million different candies.

Hermione started naming sweets. She had to start somewhere.

“Sugar quills!” The gargoyle looked at her, amused.

“Pumpkin Pastries!”

“Chocolate Frogs!”

“Toothflossing Stringmints!”

Hermione yelled in aggravation. She mentally reviewed Honeyduke’s inventory.

“Acid Pops!”

“Oh, I don’t know! Ice Mice for Merlin’s sake!”

The gargoyle sprung to the side and allowed her long awaited entrance.

“Ice Mice?” But Hermione was brought back to the situation at hand when she heard a moan from Malfoy.

Hermione looked from Malfoy to the spiral staircase and plunged ahead. She carefully guided Malfoy onto the stairs and waited as they began to move upward.

As Hermione stepped off the staircase she urgently began yelling.

Before Hermione was even able to reach the large, wooden door Professor Dumbledore stepped through the magnificent door with a look of concern and worry.

“Professor, Malfoy, he was-I do-“

“Ms. Granger.”

“He asked for help and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Ms. Granger,” Dumbledore said more firmly this time.

“I was going to go to the Hospital Wing but then-“ Hermione was cut off when she heard another moan coming from Malfoy.

Hermione looked at the pained expression on his face in fear. No one really deserved this much pain no matter what they did or who they are.

“Professor, what happened?” Hermione looked at the Headmaster with a trace of a tear in her eye.

Dumbledore looked at Malfoy and sighed anxiously. He motioned to Hermione to relinquish her hold on the young man and she did as she was told. Dumbledore supported Malfoy with his wand.

Dumbledore finally looked into Hermione’s eyes. “Ms. Granger, I really appreciate you bringing Mr. Malfoy to me, as I am sure he will be just as appreciative too,” Dumbledore took a somber glance at Malfoy and continued, “I am not quite sure what has happened to Mr. Malfoy or why this is happening but it has occurred before.” Dumbledore paused and looked at Hermione’s confused face and said, “Mr. Malfoy was involved in an incident in which he was affected in unidentified ways that we have yet to learn the effects of. But I am afraid we are witnessing these unknown effects now,” Dumbledore finished in a sigh and watched as Hermione’s eyes widened in confusion.

“I am afraid it is not my decision to tell you what we are aware of and what we aren’t. That is, up to Mr. Malfoy and I am sorry to say he is incapable of deciding at the moment. But there is no need to panic or worry; Mr. Malfoy will recuperate and be fine in no time.” Dumbledore added at seeing Hermione’s uneasy face.

“Now, Ms. Granger, if you will excuse me I need to make sure that the Head Boy is tended too. But please, take a lemon drop.”

Hermione nodded mutely and followed the Professor out of his office. Hermione did not notice she was going down the stairs into the corridor until she heard the footsteps of Professor Dumbledore echoing off the ceiling.

Even if Hermione wanted to get another word out of Dumbledore, she couldn’t. He was walking so fast that it could rival Snape’s when he was in a towering mood.

Hermione didn’t even notice where she was going until she nearly bumped into the other stone gargoyle.

Hermione mentally shook herself and said, “Amor Vincit Omnia” and the entrance to the common room appeared.

Albus Dumbledore arrived in the Hospital Wing a short while later. He strode over to a standard white bed and lowered Draco Malfoy onto the white pristine sheets that would soon be tinged pink.

Surprisingly, Poppy Pomfrey was not in her chambers but in the Hospital Wing. “Albus, what happened?” Madam Pomfrey said as she strode over to the occupied bed.

“I am afraid,” Dumbledore said with a grave expression, “that it has happened again.”

Poppy’s eyes widened in shock. “Why? How is this happening?”

Dumbledore hated to admit it but did so anyway. “I can not answer that question as of yet. Hopefully we will have some answers soon.”

Hermione stepped into the Head’s common room and swept over to the Head Girl’s room. “Virtus” was spoken and she walked into her room.

Hermione put a pair of pajamas on and laid down in her new bed. Hermione mulled over the days events in her head. Her thoughts drifted from her parents all the way to Draco Malfoy. Hermione disliked how cryptic Dumbledore was and just wished he would give her a straight answer. She would just have to wait for Malfoy to get better until she could question him.

As Hermione envisioned her parents and thought of the masked man, she fell into a fitful slumber.