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Adult ++
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35
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14,096
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The Nightmare
Chapter 20
The Nightmare
Hermione jerked straight up in her sleeping bag. The dream was so fresh and vivid in her mind.
Instead of Ron in the hospital bed, it had been Draco.
He was pale and frail with heavy, bloody bandages wound around his arms.
She tried hard to wipe the images from her mind, but it kept trailing to the silver box tucked safely under Draco’s bed.
“He does the same thing.” Hermione thought. Well, it was on a slightly smaller scale, but still, it was the same.
Her body was shaking and she was whimpering quietly.
She looked around the common room. The fire had become no more than glowing coals. Ginny was sleeping
silently in her sleeping bag next to her.
Hermione knew what she had to do.
She rose quietly and made her way toward Draco’s room, whispering the password and disappearing inside.
He was curled up on his side clutching a large, fluffy pillow.
She felt her heart beam at the sight of him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it if Draco ever pulled a stunt like Ron’s.
She knelt beside the bed and pulled out the box before leaving the room.
As she wrapped her jacket around her and searched out her shoes, Ginny stirred and sat up in her sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.
“I just have something I’ve gotta do.” Hermione stated, slipping on a shoe and tying it.
“Can’t it wait? It’s not even dawn yet! Its gotta be 15 degrees out there!” Ginny asked, puzzled.
“No, it can’t wait. I’ll be right back. Promise!” and with that Hermione exited the common room.
As she stepped out onto the grounds, the cold wind whipped and whirled around her tugging at her thin jacket.
Her lips trembled and her teeth chattered, but she didn’t turn back. She had a purpose and she was going to fulfill it.
She reached the lake, it was partially frozen, but the center still showed deep, icy water.
Hermione searched along the bank and found a large, heavy rock.
She opened the box. Everything was there, the blades, the nasty cloth, and to Hermione’s surprise, the bandages she had wrapped around his arm so long ago.
She wrapped the rock in the grimy cloth and placed it back in the box, locking tightly.
She eyed the hole in the center to the lake. She knew she only had one shot.
Hermione wound up and released the box. It hit dead center and sunk slowly to the bottom.
She smiled contently to herself, sighing in relief.
At the bottom of the lake, that box couldn’t hurt anyone she loved ever again.
She waited, staring at the icy waters as if the box were going to remerge, but it didn’t.
When she felt at peace that it was gone forever, she turned with the intention of heading back to the castle only to bump into a dark, solid form.
She looked up in fear, only to realize it was Draco.
Hermione started to smile up at him, until she realized he looked very angry. Very angry indeed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked with that calm, volatile tone.
He had never used it with her before and she trembled now not only with the intense cold, but the sound in his voice turned her blood to ice.
“I...I was...” she stuttered.
“You took my private things and threw them in the lake!” he spat. “What gave you the right?!”
“I...I just....I had a dream....you...like Ron.” Tears were freely flowing down her face and she didn’t dare move from her spot on the ground. “I didn’t think you were awake...”
“I never sleep soundly when you’re not in the room.” he stated, but still held the icy glare in his eye.
His eyes roamed over her. Hermione’s body was violently shaking and her lips had a pale twinge to them.
He seized her arm with one hand and lifted her off the ground. She shrank away from him, cowering slightly.
She flinched when his hand shot out, only to realize he was wrapping her in his heavy winter cloak.
She couldn’t feel the warmth at first, but soon it started to seep into her numb skin. She could smell his scent on it and though she was terrified, it comforted her.
He silently hooked his arm through hers and half/walked half/dragged her back into the castle.
He stopped just shy of the common room and turned to her.
There were tiny paths of melting ice on her cheeks where she had been crying.
Her body shook with sobs once again and she cowered away from his frame.
There were multiple emotions flowing through him. Anger at the fact she thought she could traipse into his room and take his personal belongings and do with them what she please. It was riddled with guilt at his outburst, making her cower in fear. It hurt to see her shrink away and flinch every time he moved. Then, the anger surged through again.
“What makes her so certain that I’m going to hurt her?” he thought. “Have I ever hurt her before?? No, I haven’t!”
He took a deep, cleansing breath. His hand reached out again and he noted how her body tensed, then relaxed when it rested gently on her cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb.
She half smiled and leaned her cheek into his hand, enjoying the soft feeling of his hand, but it was short-lived.
“We’ll discuss this in the morning.” he stated, before turning softly and disappearing into the common room.
Hermione sank down against the wall, letting her head bang against it softly.
It seemed so stupid now.
“Why had I been so certain that this was the remedy to the situation?” she thought to herself.
Maybe it was because the dream was so fresh in her mind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ginny.
She sank down beside her and looked at her questioningly.
“So, get what you needed done?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh yea, and then some.” Hermione half smiled.
“He was pretty angry.” Ginny said, frowning. “I was getting ready to follow you when he came out of his room and commanded me to go back to sleep.” she covered her mouth and giggled.
“It was kind of scary then, but funny now I suppose. I don’t think I’ve been commanded to do anything since I was 7. So what, exactly did you do?”
“I took one of his personal possessions and chunked it in the lake.” she stated.
Ginny’s mouth formed in a small “O”.
“Mmkay.” she replied. “Any thoughts on why you felt that necessary?”
“I had a bad dream.” was all Hermione said.
Ginny sensed her desire to change the subject and obliged.
“Why don’t we go back to bed?” Ginny suggested before rising and helping Hermione up.
Her jacket slid to the side.
“AW!” Ginny cried and thrust her hand out for the tiny bump that now made up Hermione’s lower stomach, rubbing it and grinning.
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not moving yet so tough luck.” she said, rolling her eyes.
Ginny wrinkled her nose.
“Don’t call her an ‘it’. That hurts her feelings!” she stated, happily patting Hermione‘s tummy. “She’s a girl!”
“Oh really?” Hermione laughed. “Draco would beg to differ.”
“Well, he’s wrong. You’ll see! She\'s a girl. I have a sense about these things!”
Hermione gave her friend a nod along with another eye roll and they both disappeared into the common room.
The Nightmare
Hermione jerked straight up in her sleeping bag. The dream was so fresh and vivid in her mind.
Instead of Ron in the hospital bed, it had been Draco.
He was pale and frail with heavy, bloody bandages wound around his arms.
She tried hard to wipe the images from her mind, but it kept trailing to the silver box tucked safely under Draco’s bed.
“He does the same thing.” Hermione thought. Well, it was on a slightly smaller scale, but still, it was the same.
Her body was shaking and she was whimpering quietly.
She looked around the common room. The fire had become no more than glowing coals. Ginny was sleeping
silently in her sleeping bag next to her.
Hermione knew what she had to do.
She rose quietly and made her way toward Draco’s room, whispering the password and disappearing inside.
He was curled up on his side clutching a large, fluffy pillow.
She felt her heart beam at the sight of him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it if Draco ever pulled a stunt like Ron’s.
She knelt beside the bed and pulled out the box before leaving the room.
As she wrapped her jacket around her and searched out her shoes, Ginny stirred and sat up in her sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.
“I just have something I’ve gotta do.” Hermione stated, slipping on a shoe and tying it.
“Can’t it wait? It’s not even dawn yet! Its gotta be 15 degrees out there!” Ginny asked, puzzled.
“No, it can’t wait. I’ll be right back. Promise!” and with that Hermione exited the common room.
As she stepped out onto the grounds, the cold wind whipped and whirled around her tugging at her thin jacket.
Her lips trembled and her teeth chattered, but she didn’t turn back. She had a purpose and she was going to fulfill it.
She reached the lake, it was partially frozen, but the center still showed deep, icy water.
Hermione searched along the bank and found a large, heavy rock.
She opened the box. Everything was there, the blades, the nasty cloth, and to Hermione’s surprise, the bandages she had wrapped around his arm so long ago.
She wrapped the rock in the grimy cloth and placed it back in the box, locking tightly.
She eyed the hole in the center to the lake. She knew she only had one shot.
Hermione wound up and released the box. It hit dead center and sunk slowly to the bottom.
She smiled contently to herself, sighing in relief.
At the bottom of the lake, that box couldn’t hurt anyone she loved ever again.
She waited, staring at the icy waters as if the box were going to remerge, but it didn’t.
When she felt at peace that it was gone forever, she turned with the intention of heading back to the castle only to bump into a dark, solid form.
She looked up in fear, only to realize it was Draco.
Hermione started to smile up at him, until she realized he looked very angry. Very angry indeed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked with that calm, volatile tone.
He had never used it with her before and she trembled now not only with the intense cold, but the sound in his voice turned her blood to ice.
“I...I was...” she stuttered.
“You took my private things and threw them in the lake!” he spat. “What gave you the right?!”
“I...I just....I had a dream....you...like Ron.” Tears were freely flowing down her face and she didn’t dare move from her spot on the ground. “I didn’t think you were awake...”
“I never sleep soundly when you’re not in the room.” he stated, but still held the icy glare in his eye.
His eyes roamed over her. Hermione’s body was violently shaking and her lips had a pale twinge to them.
He seized her arm with one hand and lifted her off the ground. She shrank away from him, cowering slightly.
She flinched when his hand shot out, only to realize he was wrapping her in his heavy winter cloak.
She couldn’t feel the warmth at first, but soon it started to seep into her numb skin. She could smell his scent on it and though she was terrified, it comforted her.
He silently hooked his arm through hers and half/walked half/dragged her back into the castle.
He stopped just shy of the common room and turned to her.
There were tiny paths of melting ice on her cheeks where she had been crying.
Her body shook with sobs once again and she cowered away from his frame.
There were multiple emotions flowing through him. Anger at the fact she thought she could traipse into his room and take his personal belongings and do with them what she please. It was riddled with guilt at his outburst, making her cower in fear. It hurt to see her shrink away and flinch every time he moved. Then, the anger surged through again.
“What makes her so certain that I’m going to hurt her?” he thought. “Have I ever hurt her before?? No, I haven’t!”
He took a deep, cleansing breath. His hand reached out again and he noted how her body tensed, then relaxed when it rested gently on her cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb.
She half smiled and leaned her cheek into his hand, enjoying the soft feeling of his hand, but it was short-lived.
“We’ll discuss this in the morning.” he stated, before turning softly and disappearing into the common room.
Hermione sank down against the wall, letting her head bang against it softly.
It seemed so stupid now.
“Why had I been so certain that this was the remedy to the situation?” she thought to herself.
Maybe it was because the dream was so fresh in her mind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ginny.
She sank down beside her and looked at her questioningly.
“So, get what you needed done?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh yea, and then some.” Hermione half smiled.
“He was pretty angry.” Ginny said, frowning. “I was getting ready to follow you when he came out of his room and commanded me to go back to sleep.” she covered her mouth and giggled.
“It was kind of scary then, but funny now I suppose. I don’t think I’ve been commanded to do anything since I was 7. So what, exactly did you do?”
“I took one of his personal possessions and chunked it in the lake.” she stated.
Ginny’s mouth formed in a small “O”.
“Mmkay.” she replied. “Any thoughts on why you felt that necessary?”
“I had a bad dream.” was all Hermione said.
Ginny sensed her desire to change the subject and obliged.
“Why don’t we go back to bed?” Ginny suggested before rising and helping Hermione up.
Her jacket slid to the side.
“AW!” Ginny cried and thrust her hand out for the tiny bump that now made up Hermione’s lower stomach, rubbing it and grinning.
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not moving yet so tough luck.” she said, rolling her eyes.
Ginny wrinkled her nose.
“Don’t call her an ‘it’. That hurts her feelings!” she stated, happily patting Hermione‘s tummy. “She’s a girl!”
“Oh really?” Hermione laughed. “Draco would beg to differ.”
“Well, he’s wrong. You’ll see! She\'s a girl. I have a sense about these things!”
Hermione gave her friend a nod along with another eye roll and they both disappeared into the common room.