Disclaimer- The lovely J.K. Rowling owns everything except the plot, which is mine!

This is a long one. Not much to say about it, other than it took me ages to write...

This chapter inspired By Tell Me Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Tell Me Lies

As they reached the classroom, Professor McGonagall walked out.

"Hermione! I've been waiting for you to come! It is wonderful to see you again. I do hope you are liking Hogwarts!"

"I am," Hermione said. "The castle is amazing! I truly haven't seen anything like it."

"Well, actually, you have! You were here a few weeks ago! But, of course you wouldn't remember!" Professor McGonagall said, "Severus, how was she in Potions? Does she seem to be recalling anything?"

"Uh…" Severus stammered "I believe it is too hard to tell just yet. I'll be watching her developments over the next few days and if I notice anything I will let you know."

"Great! You should be going though. You must still have students waiting."

"Yeah, I should go."

Without another word he was halfway down the hallway. His robe billowing behind him.

"Well, Hermione! I suppose I should get you started a bit early. I'll go over what the students have learned already."

"Great, thanks."

Hermione followed the stern-looking McGonagall into her classroom. It was quite large with desks perfectly aligned and facing the front. Large windows covered the back of the classroom that looked out over the vast school grounds.

"Take a seat at the front Miss Granger, that's where you would have normally been seated."

Hermione placed her wand on the desk, and sat.

"Professor, what exactly is Transfiguration? I don't quite understand."

"Transfiguration is the act of changes yourself, or something else into something different. Take this quill for example."

Hermione watched intently as McGonagall pulled her wand out from under her robe and moved towards the quill on her desk. She studied each step and every movement. Words unrecognizable to Hermione's ears were mumbled, and the quill soon changed into a shiny red apple. Her jaw dropped in amazement.

"It will take some time before you master it. Although, you are a gifted young woman Hermione, it shouldn't take long."

"I hope not."

The hallway soon became filled with the chatter of students heading to their next classes. Eventually a few came in. One was the tall boy she saw in the hospital wing. His name was Ronald.

"Hermione! How've you been?"

He plopped himself clumsily onto the bench next to her.

"Great thanks. Professor McGonagall has already showed me how it works. It's fascinating, really!"

"Yah, I guess it is rather…interesting."

McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and the entire class fell silent.

"Class, today we will be reviewing part of last class for those of us that weren't here."

Eyes soon shifted to Hermione. That seemed to be normal thing today. She would have to get used to it.

"Please, pay attention! Does anyone remember what I told you last class? Well, someone must! Matilda?"

Hermione couldn't hear the words of her teacher, but she could see her pacing up and down the class as she lectured. She placed her chin onto her palm as her vision blurred and her mind wandered.

Her mind went back to before she was trapped in the room. She surprised herself when she remembered. She was in a field. It was deserted. Around her she saw four-no five masked men. She strained to remember everything. It was dark. She could hardly see anything. The grass beneath her was wet, and red. There was blood. There was someone else with her; A boy. He was in pain. Screaming on the ground and writhing in pain. She tried to stop it. She tried to get away but they were much too strong. One of the men held her. Black hair could be seen coming out of his dark hood. He looked oddly familiar. There was more. She struggled to remember, but the more she tried, the more unsuccessful she was.

She jolted when Professor McGonagall placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione, dear, you can go. The class is over! I hope you're starting to remember everything!"

"Ya, I think so," Hermione replied absentmindedly, "I should go."

She grabbed her wand and followed behind the other students that were leaving. She only had two classes today. The mediwitch said it was best to gradually introduce her back into school. It was a lot to take in all at once. She decided that if she were to explore the castle she would get lost. It would be best to go back to Severus' living quarters, although he wouldn't be there anyway.

As she walked back she stopped frequently to examine the paintings. She would get the occasional 'hello.' Most were quite nice. One however, was not. It was of an older man who had dark green snake curled in his lap. She was attracted to its colours. She reached out her fingertips to touch the rough strokes.

"Hey!" the painting whispered, "get away from my painting! I do not appreciate any contact from mudbloods! Disgraceful is what they are!"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to I just…"

She continued on. Finally she arrived at the twisting stairs that led her to her destination. The kitchen was just as it had been. The breakfast dishes were still piled up in the sink. Being the organized person she is, Hermione washed them. She didn't end there though. She took her time to rearrange potion bottles on the counter, and placed some in the cupboards where they belonged. She swept the floor with an odd broomstick that was placed against one of the walls. It only took a few hours. She had nothing else to do anyway.

When she was done, she decided to take a nap. She grabbed the clothes she had worn last night and put them on. She climbed into bed and pulled the soft, silk covers over her body. She noticed a picture of a girl sitting across the room on a chest of drawers. She got out of bed to look. In the picture, the woman twirled and smiled and moved. However, Hermione was no longer surprised, she had gotten used to paintings. The girl looked about her age. She had bright green eyes and red hair that would make any girl jealous. Her smile radiated off of the paper and Hermione could feel a sense of security within it.

"Hermione? Are you here?"

She didn't even realize he was here. She quickly placed the picture down, and hopped into bed. Seconds later Severus appeared at the door.

"I'm here, I decided to take a nap. I hope that's okay. I can move onto the couch if you want. It's no trouble really."

"No," he laughed, "you can stay there. I can handle the couch for awhile! I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

"Okay."

As soon as Hermione closed her eyes, she was asleep. She had the same nightmare as the night before, but it changed slightly. She was till in a clearing in the forest, and there was still a strange snake-like creature. But this time, the same masked men she remembered earlier were there. They were wearing long black cloaks. It was impossible to see who they were. Even if she could see, she probably wouldn't recognize any of them. But, she gasped in shock when the black-haired man took off his mask. It was Severus. If she had realized she was dreaming, she would have found it silly to think anyone like Severus would try and hurt her. Of course, it is just a nightmare! But, the situation was too much, and she woke up gasping for air. Her heart was pounding harder than ever before. She decided to get up and get something to drink.

Hermione walked past the couch where Severus was sprawled out; clearly far too big for it. His legs stretched over the end, and were uncovered by the small blanket covering the rest of him. The flames flickering in the fireplace cast strange shadows on his pale face. She opened the fridge in the kitchen to find plenty of glass bottles and jars of unknown liquid. One was tall and filled with a blue substance and another was filled with a bubbly golden coloured liquid. At the bottom was a glass bottle filled with a white liquid. It appeared to be milk. Hermione trusted her guess, grabbed a mug and filled it with the liquid. She was right. She carried the milk to the table where she could see Severus sleeping. She watched him sleep and was mesmerized by his rhythmic breathing. Eventually, she grew tired and decided to explore the castle.

She didn't know if it was a good idea, but she decided to anyway. Nobody would be awake in the middle of the night and Severus didn't say she had to stay here!

Hermione checked to make sure Severus was still asleep and he was. She crept down the stairs and into the main corridor of the dungeon. It was cold and Hermione was regretting not grabbing one of Severus' coats. But, she kept walking. The halls were dark, but once she got up to the first floor moonlight shone in through the large windows. Most of the doors she tried to open were locked. Eventually though, she would come across an empty room with a few dust-covered desks. Occasionally she would stop to look out a window to see how far she had walked. This time when she looked out she saw the serene lake that she saw when she first arrived at Hogwarts. The reflection of the full moon in the rippling water was beautiful.

As she peered through the window, she heard a sharp mew behind her. Startled, she turned around. There sat a small cat on the ground. By looking at it, she could tell it was old. Its fur was matted and it had scars on its tiny face. It mewed again, but louder this time.

"Mrs. Norris?" A man's voice called from farther down the corridor, "Mrs. Norris, what is it? Have you found someone out of bed?"

'Oh no, what have I done?' Hermione thought, 'I'll be caught and sent away. What will Severus think of me? He'll think I've done it on purpose!'

She pushed herself against a door nearby, hoping he would walk past without the man noticing. She could hear the footsteps get louder. Her surroundings were getting more visible. He must have been carrying a lantern or light of some kind. She crossed her fingers held her breath and hoped she wouldn't be detected. But, the door she was leaning against suddenly opened. She fell into the room, and it closed quietly once she was in. She took a minute to catch her breath then looked around to see who was in the room. Facing her, was a blonde, aristocratic looking boy. She dragged herself back onto her feet, thankful that he prevented her from getting caught.

"Hi, I'm Draco," said the boy in a confident but young voice, "Draco Malfoy."

I'm very excited about writing the next chapter. Hmmm...how will Draco act? I wonder...hopefully I will get around to starting it soon!