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This is isn't an update but a little preview(exciting huh?!) and an authors note.

Firstly I'd like to thank each and everyone of my reviewers, loyal or otherwise(!) and to mention how upset I am that despite getting a large number of hits that MLBH wasn't worth even one word kind or unkind. How long does it take you to type: good, bad, awesome, or terrible. Please remember that a lot of work goes into writing fanfiction and when we authors don't get credited, well it hurts. A lot.

The next point I'd like to make is about The title of the sequels—Yes, sequels! Because the poll has been so very close I've decided to write two sequels. One where Mione gets hit and one where Draco gets hit. I need name ideas though!! I've only got four..rather lame ones..*blushes* They are This..is my life,Turn The Other Cheek, Stolen Memory, Stolen Life and Salvation. Also one could possiblely be in gaelic(Irish), I'd love to know what you think of my ideas and the below previews!

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Waking Up Is Hard To Do

"I think she's coming round!" The voice sounded somewhat familiar yet so strangely unrecognisable.

If Hermione was being truly honest with herself she did not care who the voice belonged to. Everything ached. A dull, nagging ache that seemed to refuse to fade. It started in her chest slowly spreading out right to the tips of her fingers and toes. Hermione would like nothing better than to sleep and hopefully never awake. Instead of slipping in to the deep unconscious she long for she only became more aware of her surroundings.

She felt constricted. Letting her senses explore further she concluded she must be in a bed. The firmness beneath her was by no way unpleasant but was not the softness of her own bed. The covers over her were rough and starchy which further led her to believe she was not in her own bed. The only sounds she could hear were the excited babble of the hushed whispers which seemed to be coming from all around her, and a sharp click of shoes on a polished floor. Regretfully she opened her eyes, immediately shutting them. The brightness above confirmed her suspicion of being in a hospital.

"She opened her eyes!" There was that voice again…who the hell was it?

Trying again Hermione opened her eyes slowly. Thankfully hers sensitive eyes were not burnt by the harsh light.

"Hermione dear," It was a different voice this time she noted. Turning her head slowly she saw Mrs. Weasly by her bedside.

"I—" Hermione finish her sentence her throat was extremely dry. She could barely croak. Ginny appeared over the shoulder of her mother, holding a glass of water. Hermione lifted her arm to accept the drink but found it to be exceptionally heavy. Seeing her predicament ginny held the glass to the older witch's lips.

"Thanks." She smiled, Hermione was about to ask where she was when Madam Pomfrey arrived at the foot of her bed.

"Madam Pomfrey—" she turned to look imploringly at the group gathered beside her bed. "I – I don't understand"

She continued to look confused, missing the worried glances being shared.

"Oh my God!" Ginny exclaimed being to cry "She really doesn't remember anything."

"Remember what?" Hermione asked feeling an urge to join Ginny in her sobbing.

"'Mione—" Harry began

"Ah, Miss Granger. How very wonderful it is to know that you are awake" Dumbledore smiled, though it didn't quite meet his eyes.

"Miss Granger, would you mind telling me the last thing you remember?"

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The blackness lightened to a murky grey. Shadows in a dark fog. Clouds. Heavy grey clouds. Then nothing at all.

Draco opened his eyes. The room was a blur. A dark, warm blur. it was still. Unearthly still.

He was lying in a bed. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he realized that he was in his bed at the manor.

"Ohhh," he groaned as he rolled over onto his side. Every muscle in his body was sore, and he breathed in slowly only to let a rush of air escape his lungs.

"What the hell happened to me?" he mumbled as he sat up very slowly. His head was spinning maddeningly and he found it difficult to swallow.

Draco swung his legs about to place his feet on the ground and was astounded not to feel the cold floor on his bare feet. He looked down and was immensely surprised to find that he was wearing shoes.

"That's odd," he said as he stretched his neck. He made to stand up but felt a great twinge on his insides as he moved. "Shit," he breathed out. He knew that feeling—he had most definitely been hit with the Cruciatus Curse sometime in the past.

He scrunched up his brow in concentration as he tried to remember…he couldn't even remember lying down in his bed.

He began to wipe the sleep from his eyes as he searched his mind...nothing.

Wait, he remembered Lucius. He had asked him to come to his office…he had given him a portkey....

Ten minutes passed before Draco gave up trying to recall how he'd gotten into bed.And with shoes on,he thought as he made to stand again.

This time he did so with care; he froze still as twinges came, and little by little, he made it to a standing position.

His eyes then fell upon his scattered room. His Hogwarts trunk and various items were all over his floor in a peculiar manner. Okay...that was strange.

He slowly walked around the items to his loo to relieve himself but halted when he caught his reflection in his bathroom mirror.

He was wearing all black.

"What in the world," he muttered to himself as his hands began to unbutton his favorite black dress shirt.

As he used the toilet, he contemplated why he would ever go to sleep in his best black dress clothes…and shoes.

Must have hit the firewhiskey hard last night,he presumed. It would also explain the fogginess in his head.

Suddenly he heard a loud knock at the door. Well, it was more like pounding.

Whoever it was, they didn't have the patience for waiting to be let in, and they slammed the door open in a fury.

Draco stepped out of his loo and saw his father striding towards him.

"Come, we must go," Lucius said.

"Where?" Draco asked as Lucius pulled him forward by the arm.

Lucius looked over his shoulder and stared straight into his eyes, then turned around as if he hadn't heard his son's question.

"Father, where must we go?" Draco repeated firmly.

"We must not keep the Dark Lord waiting," Lucius said slowly as he led Draco through his bedroom door.

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Well, what did ya think?

I left you on two real cliffys didn't I..you must hate me!*shameful giggle*

I know I shouldn't beg but please please review, it'll really boost my confidence and help the sequels develop quicker!

Lurving you,

Emily..xx