Hollow

All characters are trademark of JK Rowling and I just like to do really weird things to them

TYPO CORRECTION: in the last authors note, I put a BAD THANK YOU to everyone who read this, I meant BIG THANK YOU. That’s what I get for trying to type so late at night.

We’re getting closer and closer and closer to the NC-17 rating; so if you don’t like sex, or get offended by sex, then don’t read it.

All characters are 18.

And I’m going to switch to Hermione’s point of view in this chapter.

If this chapteallyally blows, I’M SORRY, I wanted to update be I g I go crazy this week doing all my work.

CHAPTER FOUR: Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Cold. She didn’t know where she was, but she was in a cold place. Alone, isolated, she called out to people, but nobody answered. Where were Ron and Harry? Why did they leave her alone like this? Why… was there anybody out there? “ L “ Look at her, she’s so lifeless…”
“ Come on Hermione, wake up!”

Ron… Harry… she could hear them, but she could see nothing except complete blackness… she wanted to answer them, let them know she could hear them, but she couldn’t. She felt so helpless, and trapped. Like she was in this void with no doors or windows… in a void of darkness. What was wrong with here? Where was she?

“ She’s gonna hate herself after finding out how much work she’s missing.”
“ Con Ron Ron, this is Hermione, she’s memorized every single textbook she has. She’s way ahead of everyone else. She’ll be able to catch up in no time.”
“ Have you heard from Sirius yet?”
“ I got an owl from him this morning.”
“ What did he have to say?”
“ He said the only thing we can do is wait… and be bye her side when she wakes.”

Wakes up from what? What kind of nightmare was she in? Was this even was a dream? Last thing she remembered was sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room under Harry’s invisibility cloak to see Sirius who had sent them an owl telling them he wanted to see them. Then they were on their way back, whispering excitedly about the upcoming Quidditch match and suddenly she remembered seeing a flash of light…

“ She’s moving…”
“ She must be dreaming…”
“ I wonder what she’s dreaming about.”
“ It’s Hermione, I bet s drs dreaming of all the tests she’s aced or something. All the homework’s she got ten out of ten on…”

Ron and Harry, her dearest friends. She remembered the first time they had actually became friends. Back in their first year when the three of them had attacked the troll by themselves. Since then the three of them had been inseparable except for a few stupid fights, but every relationship had those, she supposed. Why did all that seem so long ago? It shouldn’t…

“ How’s my patient?” another voice asked.
“ She moved if that means anything,” said Harry.
“ She feels so cold,” Ron remarked.
“ Isn’t there anything we can do?” asked Harry.
“ Just wait,” said Madame Pomfrey. “ That’s the most anyone can do. She’s been hit by something so cold that it’s drained her of…”

WHAT HAPPENED? WHY COULDN’T SHE REMEMBER ANYTHING?

“ …of all her warmth and happiness… We just have to hope she finds her way out.”
“ Why did this happen to just her? Why didn’t anything like this happen to Snape?”
“ Because Mr. Weasley, Voldemort planned to kill with that last spell, and the only way Voldemort knows how to kill is by draining a person of all their happiness and warmth…It’s quite similar to the affect that a dementor has on a prisoner of Azkaban.” A fourth voice butt in. It was a cold, emotionless voice.
“ Like you would know anything about happiness or warmth,” Ron snapped.
“ How come Voldemort didn’t use the ava kedarva spell?” asked Harry.
“ Because he likes his victims to suffer until they’re soulless creatures like him. So he drains a person of his happiness until they become a soulless creatures and then he kills them.”
“ You should be the one lying in this hospital bed, not Hermione.”
“ Defiance and Grudge are not the qualities a true Gryffindor should endorse, Mr. Weasley, now if I were you, I’d take Mr. Potter and go back to Gryffindor common room where any given student should be at this hour.”
“ Why do you always want to be alone with Hermione anyway?” asked Ron. “ So you could finish what Voldemort started? You hate her just as much as anyone else.”
“ Come on, Ron, let’s go already,” Harry interrupted. Hermione heard the shuffle of footsteps…
“ I don’t know why he comes anyway, it’s not like he cares what happens to Hermione, or anyone at that matter…”
“ I’ll leave you twone,one,” Madame Pomfrey said. “ If my patient’s condition changes at all, alert me immediately.” Hermione heard her soft footsteps as she left.

What was going on? What were they talking about? Where was she? What happened? Why couldn’t she remember anything at all? All she remembered was the bright light, as a feeling like all her feelings had been drained from her.

“ So how are you feeling?” the fourth voice asked. She couldn’t put a name to the voice or a face to it, at that… “ Not like you can answer me… Not even like you can hear me either…”

But I can hear you… But I can’t say anything, every time I try to say something, I can’t… It’s so cold here… and so dark… why can’t I get out of here? I feel like a body floating in space…

“ It’s torture seeing you like this… I don’t know why it tortures me, but it does. I don’t know why I feel so drawn to you… I haven’t felt like this for a while… I just want to touch you, be inside of you… I just want to be with you… I don’t know if it’s because I feel guilty or responsible because of what happened to you.”

When she heard those words, she felt warmer, and everything seemed to brighten up. She reached for the warmth, wanting to feel it near to her… She wanted to move towards this voice.

“ I need to feel near to you… I need to touch you and hold you… I need to feel close to you…”

Suddenly she felt something surround her and hold her close. The feeling was so incredible, so warm… suddenly the light drew closer and closer and…

Hermione opened her eyes, blinking a few minutes until she got used to the light. She studied her surroundings for a moment… She was barricaded in by sheets, the light was fluorescent, and that’s when she realized she was in someone’s embrace… She looked and found herself being held by… Professor Snape…

Lost Angel’s Notes: Okay there you are, chapter four… once more sorry if the grammar sucks, hehe three am is not the time for me to think. Hope you all liked it, I’m sorry if this chapter really blows, but I wanted to get it in before I’m bombarded by poetry and psychology work this week…