Dramione - is this real or not?

Chapter 1. The Meet up.

This story contains panic attacks and consistent anxiety. Trigger warnings will not be placed at the start of each chapter. If either of those things affect you please do not read.

As usual, Hermione Granger is stuck in the Hogwarts Express with 'The boy who lived' and 'The boy who can't keep his eyes off of her'. Yes, she had noticed Ron's staring, but as she looked at him he quickly looked away - making it more obvious. What an idiot, she thought to herself.

"DAMMIT!!!!" The loud yell immediately woke her up from her thinking. She jumped up high and sqeeled, causing both boys to look at her. "What!?", she questioned. Honestly, they expect her not to jump to them shouting? Idiots...
"Why did you randomly jump?" Well, that's Harry for you, asking questions with obvious answers... "Well why did you randomly yell?" Two can play at that game.

Ron then jumped off his seat and blocked the compartment door. What is with him?? That exact thought has occurred to her many more times than can be explained. "Just... Uhhh..." Now this was just stalling. How stupid can one person be?

Why does she even hang out with these guys? Now that was one question - not even the smartest witch - could answer.

"I u-ummm... S-saw... Malfoy..." STUTTERING!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?! It's bad enough he can barely ever find his words, but now he's STUTTERING!?!?!?!

"And what exactly was Malfoy doing?" She asks, out of annoyance more than curiosity. He took a big gulp and looked behind him, only to quickly look back. What is it with him? "Y-you really don't want to know..." That was the last straw... She had had it with him, and the fact that he thought she wasn't able to handle it, didn't help him in the slightest.

"Ronald..." She spoke sweetly, trying to hide the rage that was building up inside of her, but that made her sound like Umbridge, and nobody wanted that.

So she continued but this time her voice was sharp, on edge and rising dangerously. "Why are you stood infront of our compartment door, looking like you've seen a dementor, and acting as if you're life depends on keeping... Whatever you just saw, a secret!!"

Ronald opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud scream; a scream of pure terror that sent chills up her spine. "What was that?" She mumbled whilst walking towards the glass door, softly moving Ron out of the way.

She stepped outside and the first thing she noticed was the darkness; the never-ending pool of fear that seeped it's way into the victims mind, corrupting them.
The second thing she noticed was the quiet - there was no loud cheers or laughter, no whispers and giggles - it's like the world was holding their breath.

She walked past one compartment after another, wondering where everyone else was. She was alone, and she felt isolated. That was something she never wanted to experience again.

Not long after, but longer than she cared to admit, she realised that Harry and Ron weren't with her, and she wasn't entirely sure where they actualy were. And with an ashy taste in her mouth, she realised she didn't care.

Not long after, she came to an understanding with herself. She always thought she could rely on the troublesome pair, but Harry was the only good friend she'd ever had. Sometimes even he was never really there for her...

When Lavender went out with Ron, it broke her heart; and Harry was there for her. Harry helped her. Harry actually cared, whilst Ron was completely oblivious to the pain he was putting her through and that broke her and her heart- so much so that she eventually stopped having feelings for him.

Unlike Ron, Harry not only felt sympathy, he also empathised and related to her. Harry understood that sometimes you have to give up on people - he learned that the hard way. But that didn't mean she would forgive him.

The only reason she still talks to Ron is because he never figured out the truth, and therefore didn't realise he needed to apologise. He didn't know he had done any wrong. Although that was her reasoning for partialy forgiving him, it was also part of the reason she was mad at him. He was naive and unobedient - two things she couldn't bare to handle.

Hermione froze in her tracks. She could feel someone watching her, and it sent a feeling of uneasiness through her, and panic settled in her gut.
It suddenly occured to her that she was alone, and if something went wrong, no one was around to help.
And maybe that was a good thing.

She couldn't turn her back on the danger - there were too many lives at stake - so she did the only reasonable thing she could think of.
She forced herself to keep moving, to keep walking. Countless thoughts were running through her head, which only succeeding in being unhelpful.

She had to ignore the anxiety that hit her, and focus on her logic. To show fear in the face of an enemy is to be a fool, and she thought herself higher than such.

Summoning all the couage she could muster, she continued to walk with (what she hoped was) indiffernence. That was, until a shadow fell infront of her, and her facade broke, even if it was just for a second.

It was as if the bleakness around her had merged together to form a dark, misterious shadow. It loomed over her and cast it's own shadow onto Hermione, who was covering her trembling hands.

And so it was that the supposedly fearless Hermione Granger was face to face with one of her worst nightmares.

A vampire.