Chapter 5

A/N: Yea well, this is kind of short but I just finished writing it today after starting it today. I hope you readers are happy...
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After Hermione had calmed down and was now sitting down on Harry's bed, she began to think.

"Well... Ron isn't that spontaneous so what could have gotten into him? He has never acted this way before..." She says, looking at Harry.

Harry shrugs, not exactly knowing what Ron was up to this time.
"Maybe Ron talked to someone while you were inside the library and they told him that bold-faced lie."

"I don't think so Harry." Hermione responds, shaking her head. "I was literally in the library for about 2 minutes when I heard Ron crying out bloody murder. Oh, it was horrifying. But it was not enough time for him to fall on the floor and then change his mind about our relationship..."

Draco looked at the two of them, his head thinking about what could have happened.
"Maybe... Someone used Occlumency or something. It only takes a short amount of time for the person to take control over someone's mind and since Ron does not know Legilimency to counter it, then he would have been an easy victim."

"No... I don't think so" Hermione says. "Barely anyone at this school actually knows how to use Occlumency... I believe only Dumbledore knows how to use it."

"You are wrong there Granger. I know how to use it. Other former death eaters can also use it and Professor Snape is the one who taught Potter how to use Legilimency... He just so happened to let his mind get invaded by Potter here and so now he knows how to use Occlumency." Draco shrugs and leans back on his bed.

The ginger looks between both boys quickly, her head calculating the chances that Draco was telling the truth.
"No, that cannot be true. There was no time for either of you to learn Occlumency" She objects.

Draco sneers "What? Are you jealous that we learned this stupid little attack and you did not?"

Hermione gets up from Harry's bed and walks over towards Draco, stopping in front of him. She raised her arm and formed a fist with her hand.

As she pulled back, Harry quickly got up and ran towards them but Draco had other plans.
The blonde headed boy stared into Hermione's mind, bringing back the painful memory that happened just a moment ago.

He felt her emotions, her thoughts, and now he finally knew why she was so worked up. Her family... Her friends... And now her boyfriend. They were gone. She only had one person left that cared about her so much... And that was Harry.

He managed to not shed a tear while Hermione fell to the floor, moaning out in pain.

"N-no!" Hermione shouted out as Draco stopped, and let her calm down.

"Remember what were talking about? Is this not that same reaction that puny Weasley had a while earlier?" Draco says, looking at her sniffle a bit before standing up shakily with Harry's help.

Harry looked at Draco and glared.
He didn't HAVE to do that...

Draco looked back at Harry, then back at Hermione, ignoring the looks. It was either this, or being punched again.

His dignity would not allow it...

Though, Hermione thought otherwise and opened her mouth to speak.

"That felt like you armed your brain to have a tiny assault rifle full of abnormal brain activity and that you just shot me with some bloody migraine...."

"What's this 'assault rifle' you speak of...?"

Hermione looks at Draco and then at Harry before laughing out loudly.

Apparently it was so funny, that Harry laughed as well before wiping his cheek of any tears that had streamed down his face.

"Oh god I laughed so hard I cried..." Harry says after he had calmed down.

The atmosphere was a bit more light-hearted but it left a mumbling Draco spewing out incoherent words that are not nice to have in a PG-13 fanfic.

"Well" Draco starts off "It is late and I think a shower is what I need..."

Draco got up and dusted his lap off (like a TRUE thug... I mean Malfoy). He looked around in his suitcase and brought out some clothes, as well as a towel and headed off in the direction of the showers.

Hermione, in the meantime, began to think about many things.

Why is Draco being nice? Why is he helping me? Why does Harry not mind his presence? Oh god, I'm going bollocks... It can't be what I think it is... is it?

"Oh god..." Hermione mumbled out as she turned towards the scar faced boy that was lost in the clouds, thinking.

"Harry..." She calls out and snaps in front of his face.

Harry turned towards her, his face containing a small smile.
"What is it Hermione?" He asks

She looks at him and smiles back before standing up. "Well, I think I shall go get some dinner. I believe the Great Hall is now serving a new dessert. Would you like anything in specific?"

"Nah... Just something good. I'm hungry."

Hermione nods and walks out, closing the doors and leaving Harry alone with his thoughts to keep him company.

I guess it really is possible for the whole Occlumency idea... Harry thinks as he sprawls out onto his bed.

"But who would do such a thing to Ron... or Hermione...?" He thinks out loud and turns over to face Draco's bed.

"Why would they do such a thing...? Are they really going to go that far as to hurt someone? I wonder what their objective is..."

Harry sighs, feeling slightly nauseous.
Trying to sit up, he holds the side of the bed and looks at the unopened water bottle on the small cart for a few minutes, letting the nausea go away.

Before reaching for the water, he looks up at the clock on the far side of wall.

It had been 15 minutes since they left.

He sighs once more, but is interrupting by a small cough.

"Oh fu-" He deadpans and starts coughing nonstop.

His face turns red at the lack of oxygen in his lungs. But his brain kept working as it got into overdrive. He set out his hand to grab the water bottle but the movement of a strong cough that came out of his mouth had him drop it on the floor.

He bent down and tried to reach it but another strong cough immobilized his body and had him fall to the floor quite harshly.

Everything was a blur... and all he could see was red on his hand.

Is that my blood...? He thought as more blood trickling down his cheek and landed on the floor.

I sure do hope I don't die...

Once again, he tried reaching his water bottle, but the lack of oxygen was too great that his hand went limp.

Yea ok... Now I'm done for. He thought before he heard someone rushing in.

He caught glimpse of blonde hair and a badly dressed Draco before blacking out.