When I wake up, I expected to be in a hospital, but I'm in my flat and Draco is next to me. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" I ask, trying to sit up but I can't, feeling restrained.

"That your parents died."

My heart drops. "What?"

"When we got to the hospital, they said your parents had just come in and we're in an accident. They didn't know what it was but we do. Dementors."

I feel shocked and confused, trying to hold back any tears. He keeps talking, making me feel worse. "Not to mention, they had no idea how to help. If you would have told them how to fight dementors, they wouldn't have died."

I can't hold it back as a few years spill out, but he continues anyways. "Stop trying to forget it, Mudblood, you just killed them by doing so!"

Before I can react, I wake up in a hospital with Draco standing beside my bedside. Knowing it was a dream now, and that he didn't call me that, but still cautious. "Are my parents okay?"

Confusion etches onto his face as he spews out a "I believe so, why?" He pushes a button near the bed. His hand grabs onto mine as the doctor walks in.

It's a woman and her name is Kimberley. "Miss. Hermione Granger, you are malnourished and suffering from insomnia. Your heartbeat was around 132. We had to dose you with Diphenhydramine so you could sleep for a while. You slept two days which brought you back to normal and we fed you through a tube. A doctor will be in to talk to you about your eating habits."

With that, she leaves to probably go to the next patient and another person walks in, this time, a man. "Hello, Miss. Granger. I'm Doctor Ted. I'm a food psychologist for eating disorders to talk about your struggles."

"Excuse me? I don't have an eating disorder." I bark at him, folding my arms across my chest.

"I understand that at first you won't be able to admit it, but soon you'll be able to a-"

"But I don't! I just can't sleep and it makes me feel like I'm not hungry." I spat. "Besides, I ate at Draco's home!" Quickly looking to Draco. "Oh god. I'm so sorry for ruining her birthday party."

"No, you didn't. I asked my mum to babysit whilst I was gone." She turns to the man. "And yes, sir. She did eat. No problem. If she has a sleep disorder, then she most likely developed an accidental eating disorder. One that she can overcome easily."

He was dismissed while Draco and I continue talking. "So I suppose my sleep problem made things worse?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

My heart stops again, thinking back to the dream. "T-tell you what?"

More confusion crosses his eyes. "That you've been having problems sleeping?"

I practically sigh in relief and shrug my shoulders. "We've known each other for almost a week, why would I?" I ask him back.

"No, I've known you since we were 11, why do you keep acting like we're strangers?"

"Draco, you were never my friend before." I try to save the conversation from straying to the truth.

He seems to nod in understanding, sighing as he tells me that he'll talk to the hospital about letting me leave soon. He leaves me in the room to ponder everything that just happened.

Before I can even begin to think about it, a doctor and himself come into the room to discharge me. After a few medication papers and a brief overview, I'm on my way back to my house, but when he turns onto his road, I emotionally question it using my face.

"I'm making sure you take your medicines. You can go back to work as soon as you think you're ready."

My heart drops. I can't fall asleep, I don't want to witness that pain anymore. The expression on my face must have been noticable concidering the odd look I'm receiving from Draco. "What?" I ask, looking away from him.

"Why do you look, um . . . scared?"

"Why do you look so ugly?" I retaliate. "Besides. You despised me, why should I trust you?"

"Because I wouldn't have taken you to the hospital if I didn't care." His eyes shot open. "I-I mean, care as in for a pet, like a dog."

I giggle. "Did you just call me a dog?"

"Shut it, let's just go inside." He unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out, opening the door for me as well.

"Uh, thanks." I receive a nod as he gestures towards the front door I previously had been in.

The green house invites me in once again as I enter. But what he says next causes me to rethink staying.

"What happened to Potter and Weasley, by the way?"

When I can't think of a lie, I change the subject. I seem to be good at that. "Wait, I have to get my belongings and lock up the house!"

He sighs but ultimately agrees. I ask him if I can drive my car, he grunts but accepts.

I say my goodbyes and start driving home. I hope he doesn't ask that when I get back, but at least I have enough time to think of a lie. The truth is, I haven't seen or heard from them since the end of the war.

The familiar flat enters my vision and I pull into the drive. But another vehicle is in the driveway; Joshua's. I hurriedly rush to the door, throwing it open yelling out his name.

The front door slams shut and I turn around. "Josh, thank God. I'm so glad I caught you."

"Where's the rent, Hermione?" He says monotone.

"Why are you in my house?" I retaliate, feeling intimidated.

He sighs. "No, I understand your situation." He stands in front of the door and leans on it. "I used to live paycheck to paycheck. It was awful."

He contorts his face into an angry one. "Life isn't fair and I'm not going to make it worse in you by paying money you don't have."

Caught by surprise, I astoundingly say, "Wow, Josh, I really appreciate this. I'm sorry, I don't want to come off as a bad tenant. Ther-"

"However, I have a deal to make with you, regarding other forms of payment." He interrupts my babbling, locking my front door and turning back around.

I take a step back, not comfortable in my own home all of a sudden. "Why did you-"

"Hermione, there are two types of people in this world." He says, his black hair falling in front of his face. "The type of people that are opinionated, loud and open," he steps closer to me as I retreat backwards, barely hitting a corner, turning it, entering the bedroom on accident. His voice almost turning sinister. "And the type that shut up, sit down and listen."

I continue backing up until I reach the end of my bed and try to move around him. "Wait, look, I got a new job and can pay it back by two weeks. I get paid weekly, okay?" I lied hoping to deter the situation.

"I want you to be that person, Hermione. I want you to shut up and sit down!" He pushes me onto the bed as I scramble to get up. But he holds me in place, using the bedsheets to tie my hands together. He whisper/yells into my ear making me freeze. "If you don't stop moving, I will shoot you."

I tense up my body, knowing what's about to happen. Forgetting the warning, I squirm and scream out, "stop!"

"Okay!" He screams. "You don't believe me?" He pulls out a handgun, cocking it back and pushing it onto my face. "I'll fuck your lifeless body of I have to, now shut the fuck up!"

He puts the gun into my mouth, taking it in and out, signifying a penis. When it's pushes back too far, I gag and the gun is taken out.

"That's too bad for you then, Hermione," he begins, taking his belt off. "Because it's bigger than that."

I look down at the gun, noticing how long it is. My eyes clearly widen and he chuckles deeply. When his underwear come down, I can't help but cry. It was at least 9 inches! "Please don't, Josh, I'll pay the money!"

"I already said you don't have to. This is just half the payment. You owe me for the next half year of your lease."

I stop moving, thinking ahead. Countless days of being violated by him. If I don't, he'll kill me.

He continues undressing me, exposing my cold body to the air, unknowingly making my nipples hard. "Wow, you must be turned on if your nipples got so hard that fast."

He pulls my legs apart and I accidentally take another look at his dick, regretting not running away. When it's rammed inside, I let out a squeal. It pounds on the top of my vagina, making it painful but pleasurable. Each thrust, unwillingly turning me on.

"God you are so tight!" He moans out.

I keep my voice inside of my head, trying not to make it known how this is making me feel. But when he trusts harder and faster, circling my clit, I can't help but cum with him, moaning louder than I ever have.

"See, even you wanted to do this. Now this is concentual." As he sticks it back in, I realize I'm going to be here a while.

I try numbing myself but the harder he pushes, the more pain I can feel. So why is my body enjoying it?

By the time he's satisfied, the sun has gone down. Before he leaves me in the room, he tells me I'd better take a pill. Not realizing at first what he meant, I get into the shower, crying in the process. I let that happen. Does that mean I wanted it to?

I get dressed and toss my old clothes along with the new ones into a bag, and some toiletries. When I get back to Draco's house, he's pacing the floor on the phone. "You've been gone for three hours, Hermione! Where did you go?"

"Hermione?" I question him. He pays no mind to the name change and continues ranting.

"I thought you were dead, or that you had passed out again! I almost called the police and set out a team to find you."

"Why?" I snarky reply. "Not like you cared before.

This seemed to shut him up. But he sighs, sitting down and resting his hands on his knees. "You're right. I didn't. But having a daughter really changed my perspective. Imagine if I hurt my little girl like I did to you. That would be horrid!"

A tear slips from his cheek. His voice cracking, becoming vulnerable. Silence fills the air along with tension. "When she came home from school last week and told me a girl pushed her down and called her name's, I couldn't help but feel angry."

His hand covers his mouth and his sobs are muffled by his palm. "But then I realized I did that to a lot of people not much older than her." He wipes his eyes, only for more tears to pour out. It would be easy to blame my father but that doesn't excuse my behavior at school."

He stands up, facing me, and sucking in a deep breath. "I'm so terribly sorry for everything I've done to you guys in the past. Everything I've said has most likely stayed with you even to this day."

As I stand there staring at him, my eyes well up a bit but I blink back my tears. Everything that happened in the past four hours disappeared from my mind for a moment. A sudden wave of sadness rushes over me and I find myself compelled to hugging him. And I do just that.

He hesitates at first but easily confides into me. His arms wrapping around my back and laying his chin on top of my head.

When he pulls away, he apologizes again but I pause him with my hand. "Look, it's been four years. We're grown adults and you do seem to be remorseful. I forgive you, Draco."

His face relaxes and I take my hands up to his face, wiping of his tears. He holds my hands to his face, causing a reaction from me.  After a few moments of silence he sighs, opening his eyes and staring at my confused face.

"I'm sorry, Astoria used to do that when I'd cry. It almost made me think she was here. Not to make you feel awkward."

I shake my head. "No. It's quite alright. Besides, I think we're both getting tired anyways." I say, pulling away from him, noticing a lack of warmth and comfort.

He leads me to a bedroom that is surprisingly not green and is colored in my favorite color, violet.

"I know it's not green. It was Astoria and I's room before she-" he stops talking, clearing his throat. "Well, Lilly is in bed and so should I. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight." I close the door, carrying my bags further inside and changing into my night clothes. Just a simple tank top and shorts.

I can't help but think about Astoria. What was she like? Was she kind? I suddenly felt weird sleeping where she slept and decide on laying on the floor. I use my clothes as a pillow and blankets and before I know it, I'm fast asleep, especially after taking the medicine the doctors gave me.

But I should have known not to go to sleep that night.