A/N: Ok, so this is my new story that will be on the go during 'Because of Dlixirium Serum' as well. I don't own the characters etc, just the plot/idea. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione was wandering through the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was on her way to the next lesson, Arithmancy. She loved Arithmancy, it was the best lesson of the day and she always looked forward to it. She enjoyed the puzzles and the numbers which could challenge her mind. She was almost skipping. After having double potions, this was the best thing she could have hoped for to lift her mood.

Rounding the corner, she dropped her books and froze. The scene before her made her heart stop in fright. A body; hanging limp in mid-air, flickering in and out of existence as if it was a hologram. Her heart pounded as she managed to edge closer. Looking up into the dropped face, she screamed. The face of Draco Malfoy. His eyes foggy white, black tears trickling down his cheeks, blood stained strands of bleach-blonde hair hanging down. She stumbled backwards as tears gathered in the corners of her own eyes. Shuffling along the floor towards the door she had just come through, his head began to lift slowly. She tried to move faster. Malfoy met her terrified gaze. His head tilted to the left slightly, the black tears falling faster. Hermione's tears ran free as she stared into the empty eyes. They seemed to penetrate her soul. Rasping breaths came from his cracked, grey lips. Suddenly, his mouth dropped open and emitted a high pitched screech. Hermione covered her ears tightly as Malfoy flickered more and more. She couldn't seem to take her eyes of that petrifying face. She felt sick to her stomach.

Moments later, the grey lips shut and his eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back and he slumped to the ground in a heap. Hermione trembled as she hesitantly edged towards the crumpled mass. She was terrified that his face would still be the same. Reaching Malfoy's side, she checked. His lips were no longer cracked, but smooth and pale pink as normal. Bringing herself to open one of his eyes, she saw they were just the usual slate grey. However, the stains of the dark tears and the blood were still visible. For that moment, being Draco Malfoy's enemy was forgotten; she had to get him to the hospital wing.

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Once Malfoy was safely in the care of Madam Pomfrey, Hermione really did want to stay to make sure he was ok, but she didn't want to be in his presence when he awoke. He'd be the usual pompous arrogant prick he usually was. After looking down at him for a moment, not sure what she was doing, she quickly made her exit.

Hermione returned to her Arithmancy class, briefly explaining to Professor Vector that she had been late because she'd slipped in the girl's toilets and hit her head, so she had to go to the hospital wing for a bit. She didn't want to explain what she'd found in that all but deserted corridor. It scared her too much to be able to tell. Once seated, although Arithmancy was her favourite subject, she couldn't concentrate on anything more than what had happened to Malfoy, what had caused him to float in the middle of a corridor and look like the living dead. Something had to have possessed him. Nothing else could explain such mannerisms. Then her thoughts carried her to what would have possessed him. Even with her level of intelligence, she couldn't fathom anything powerful enough to do such a thing, any force of the sort powerful enough to penetrate the walls of Hogwarts. After giving up on this subject, she just thought of plain old Malfoy. Why had she lingered by his bed in the hospital wing? Why was she so worried about him now?

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Draco stirred gently. If only his splitting headache was as gentle. He groaned as he turned over onto his side. His eyes suddenly shot open as the clinical smell of the hospital wing filled his nostrils. He pushed himself up and propped himself on his elbow. He had no idea why he was here. Seeing Madam Pomfrey come out of her office, he attracted her attention.

"Hey! Madam Pomfrey!"

She turned and studied him for a moment before striding over to his bedside, checking his temperature and pushing him back down in to the soft feather pillows.

"You need bed rest, no excitement; you've been through a lot."

"I'm sorry? What have I been through?" he queried, a puzzled expression on his face.

"I'm not entirely sure, Miss Granger wasn't specific, but you had blood in your hair and black stains on your face."

Draco narrowed his eyes and pushed up from the bed again, "What do you mean, Miss Granger wasn't specific?"

"Hermione Granger-"

"Yes, yes, I know Granger.....what do you mean she wasn't specific?"

"She brought you here, she wouldn't say what had happened to you, it seemed to trouble her greatly," she explained.

He slowly retreated back into the pillows, not sure whether to be bewildered or disgusted that Granger had to bring him to the hospital wing. His headache worsened the more he thought. He rubbed his temples gently and shut his eyes. He couldn't remember anything about what had happened or the circumstances that lead him to be here. Before long, he had fallen asleep.

A/N: What did you think? Please review, just a little sentence will do if you don't want to write more. I'll really appreciate it. Keeps me happy and confident in what I'm doing. If any of you have any suggestions then I'll do my best to fulfill them. I extended one of my stories at suggestion and it's definitely better than before, so any comments are greatly appreciated.