Hey everyone!! Aren't you surprised that I'm updating? Yes, I know, this is rather quick for me. This chapter is very important, so I hope that you all like it. I felt that it didn't need all of the songs, so I only put in one, which I felt fit so much that it needed to be put in. It is – Take a Picture by Filter. So read and enjoy!

I woke from a restful sleep and noticed how calm and quiet it was around. Normally, while I was in Hogwarts, everything was noisy and alive. This place just seemed dead and silent. I got up silently, as not to wake her, and I made my way towards the door. I looked out into the corridor and saw that not a soul was around. The kind of uncomfortable silence was broken only by the sound of my breathing. This alarmed me, and so I woke Hermione up.

"There's no one around," I said.

"What do you mean?" She replied, looking puzzled.

"This place is empty," I said, trying not to show the worry that I felt.

"You're being ridiculous. They are probably all downstairs," She replied, half laughing. She got up from the bed and threw my dark green Slytherin robe and went out into the hallway. She looked back at me, puzzled, and started without me down the hallway. I threw my tee-shirt over my head and followed her, the green robe billowing behind her as she ran. She bounded down the grand staircase and almost slipped on a stray piece of paper. She opened up the door to the main hall of the palace on the island and gasped. I was almost too afraid to look at what was in front of me.

"Draco," She whispered. I came up slowly behind her and tried not to vomit as I saw the sight in front of me. Mutilated bodies of young Hogwarts students lay strewn about the hall. It looked as though someone had come with a machete or axe and murdered every living thing in sight. How the hell did we not hear this? We could have stopped it....We could have... Hermione's hyperventilating interrupted my thoughts. I walked over to her side and grabbed her hand as we walked through the carnage. She fell to her knees as she looked over at Landon Creevey, Colin's youngest brother, a first year. He was aparently stabbed in the stomach, as I watched Hermione cry over his lifeless figure. His eyes were still open, and if he hadn't been blood-stained, he looked almost alive. I bent over him and closed his eyes with my finger tips. This wasn't happening; this couldn't be happening. I gasped as I saw something Hermione didn't; Mrs. Weasely, covered in blood and holding onto a first year that I didn't recognize. I ran over to her side and noticed that she was still breathing. I shook her to try and wake her up.

"Draco," She said, her chest heaving with every breath she took. She was dying.

"Who did this to you?" I said, trying not to cry.

"So many of them....In black.....I screamed for you and her..." She said, trying her hardest to stay alive.

"I'm so sorry," I said, letting tears roll down my face. I thought of how my father would be so ashamed of me, crying over a Weasley, but for the moment I didn't care. She was a loving woman and mother who had cared for me when no one else would have, and she was dying in my arms.

"It's not your fault," She replied.

"Yes....Yes....It is," I replied, closing my eyes to hold the tears in. When I opened my eyes again, she was gone.

"No.....This wasn't how it was supposed to be," I screamed, collapsing to the floor, thinking of my father's plans to murder Harry and Ron, and the rest of the bloody fools. It wasn't supposed to be Mrs. Weasley and the children. I heard a scream from behind me, someone screaming "No" over and over again. It was Hermione, holding onto Mrs. Weasley, crying and shaking. I got up from my crumpled heap on the floor and crawled over to her side and held her as we both sank into the depths of our grief and shock. We realized after awhile that we had to get back to Dumbledore. We ran hand in hand outside, to where the portkey was, and we both touched it at the same time. As we were defying time and space, traveling at rates faster than light, she looked at me, and I looked at her, heartbroken to see her face in such anguish. We stumbled into Dumbledore's office, and he looked quite shocked to see us return so early.

"What are you two doing back so early? Why are you two covered in blood?" He said, looking at us in utter horror, a face that I had never seen in all my years at Hogwarts.

"Professor....They're dead. All of them, all of them, and it is all my fault," Hermione said, and then fell once more into a crying heap on the floor.

"Someone came while we were sleeping, into the Great Hall, and killed everyone, even Mrs. Weasley. They used muggle methods," I said weakly.

"What do you mean, muggle methods?" Dumbledore replied.

"They stabbed them, with an axe or a machete it looked like," I said, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Merlin," He whispered.

"We have to act now. Quick and fast. You two get cleaned up and I want you back in here in fifteen minutes or less. The war has now begun on our side," He said.

"Dumbledore," Hermione whispered.

"Yes?" He replied.

"Will we be fighting tonight?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so," He replied.

"You just worry about getting cleaned up," He replied.

"Worry about getting cleaned up!?! Are you crazy? I might loose my life tonight or Draco's or Harry's and you want me to worry about getting cleaned up!? Are you fucking crazy?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I looked apologetically at him, and pushed her out his door as she was crying hysterically. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to our dormitory, wondering about the future.

I ran into our living room, and crashed onto the couch with every last bit of energy I had left. I couldn't think, couldn't feel, couldn't move. I felt Draco sit next to me, stroking my hair and talking to me, but I could barely make out any of the words he was saying to me. I got up slowly, for I didn't have much energy left in me. I clung to his waist, and cried for what seemed to be hours. I'm pretty sure that he was crying too, but with him you never knew at all. I cried until there were no more tears left inside my eyes to cry, and when that final tear escaped me, I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing slowly. He appeared to be sleeping. And as I watched his form moving with each breath he took, I finally realized that I was deeply in love with him. Deeply, truly, madly in love with him. Nothing he could do anymore would be wrong to me; he was perfect to me, someone who I would live and die for, the person that made my life worth living. I laid my head on his shoulder and he stirred.

"Feeling any better?" He muttered.

"A little bit," I replied.

"We should get cleaned up, like Dumbledore said," He said to me.

"I guess so," I said to him, and he helped me get off the couch. We walked hand in hand to the showers where we had had so many romantic encounters before, and this just seemed so different from that. He turned on the water for the shower and slipped off his clothes and stepped in. I took off Draco's green robe and the clothes I had on under it. As I was doing that, I thought of the day that Ginny, Lavender and I talked about taking over the school boy by boy. That plan seemed to childish and far away, as though I was looking back on it years later when really, it had only been a month and a half ago. So much had changed since then.

I looked at Draco, the water running rivers over his hair and down his perfectly sculpted back, and I slowly walked into the shower after him. I held onto him and slowly collapsed onto the floor, crying hysterically once again. I felt so stupid and childish crying like that, and I hated myself for it. However, if I had to break down in front of someone, it would be him. I held onto his ankles like a little girl holding onto her father, even though he was the man I loved. He sat down next to me, and held onto me, drawing little circles on my back, the way he used to when we would lay in his bed in the afternoons before all this had started. I touched his face with my fingertips, and kissed his lips, lightly at first but then the passion between us increased with unbridled force and love. As the water ran on my back, we both almost forgot about everything that had just happened, however that would have been impossible. We both looked at each other as if it was for the last time, a goodbye glance, as I took in his scent and feel, just incase I would never get another chance to. I etched his form into my mind, a body of muscle, softness and skin, and remembered the way his body felt as it crashed into mine. This almost felt as though we were making love for the last time, the last time before our fate had been made and our destinies had been fulfilled, a final touch and testament to our love for one another. As we both had climaxed, I held onto him as tightly as I could, never wanting to let go. I took a mental picture of us there together, lying in the rain of the shower, fully exposing both of our weaknesses and our strengths, our love and our hate for one another had come full circle in that moment, on the floor of our shower, as I held him close to me.

"I don't want to leave," He said.

"I don't either. Draco, I love you. No matter what happens, I love you. Never forget that," I said.

"I love you, Hermione. I always have," He replied. A silent tear fell down my face, because I didn't want to leave this moment, even though it had already passed.

"We have to go," He said softly.

"No, let me stay one more minute, let us stay like this, just one more minute," I replied.

"Alright," He said, kissing my wet hair. I looked up at the bewitched ceiling and watched a shooting star fly by, and wished that everything would be okay, and that he would never leave me. I stood up slowly and so did he. We stepped out of the shower and shared one towel, holding each other close, never letting go for one second, always having some part of us touching. Trying to be strong, I walked to my room and threw on a white tee shirt and ripped jeans, which was a comfort for me, because it was the same outfit I wore when Draco and I had first kissed. I grabbed a pair of my favorite Ugg boots and threw them on. I looked at myself in the mirror, my curly hair wet and wild and a small smear of blood still left on my arm. I tried my hardest not to cry as I went outside to meet Draco.

Seeing Hermione breakdown like that really affected me, because she was always the strong one, never the weak one. Even after Blaise tried to rape her, she was still so strong. I threw on that old Slytherin tee shirt which I had forever and a pair of jeans that Hermione had bought me from a muggle store, as a source of comfort and solace, no matter how lame that sounded. I met her in the living room and grabbed her hand as we made our way downstairs. We made our way to Dumbledore's office once again, and went up the staircase. Dumbledore was sitting there serenely with the teachers crowded in his study, Snape, Trelawney, Hagrid and even Lupin were there. They stopped talking when we entered.

"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said.

"Hello," She replied softly. I repeated what she said, as not to sound rude. As soon as I said hello to them, Potter and Weasley walked in. I actually felt bad for Weasley having lost his mother in such a horrific way.

"What the fuck is this shit doing here?" Weasley said.

"I'm here because I'm going to help you," I replied, trying to keep my cool.

"You're probably here because you're probably a spy, you piece of shit. Stay away from her," Weasley replied.

"I will never, ever stay away from her," I shot back with venom in my voice.

"Fuck you, you Slytherin piece of shit," Weasley said.

"Stop it, the both of you!" Dumbledore bellowed.

"You two are acting like children at a time like this. Especially you, Ronald," Dumbledore said, and Ron stared at his feet.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Ron. I hate to tell you this, especially now in front of everyone, but it has to be done. Your mother has been killed by dark forces, however we know not who did it specifically. I'm so sorry," He replied.

"What?" He looked forward, but seemed to be staring into space.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but your mother has died," Dumbledore repeated. A tear fell down Ron's face and he collapsed onto Harry. Dumbledore conjured a cold cloth to put over his face, and he stirred.

"What the hell happened?" He replied.

"You passed out," Harry replied.

"Why?" He asked. Then he put his head in his hands and remembered, and sobbed. I rubbed his back slowly. He finally stopped.

"Let's fight. Now," He said firmly, looking ready for battle.

"That's the spirit. Well first we must deal with the issue of Draco, Harry, and yourself. I know that you have not gotten along in the past, but now is not the time for high school issues to get in the way. Draco is on our side now, either out of spite for his father, or because he is in love with Hermione. Perhaps both. Draco?" He said. I really didn't know what to say.

"Well, if I'm going to fight, I do not want these twits all over me every second wondering if I'm on their side or not. I am. They can either believe me or not," I said, looking at Hermione with a wistful smile.

"Well, we always need good, strong, tough people on our side. Welcome to the light side, Malfoy," Harry said, extending his hand to me. I shook it firmly.

"Now that's settled. We need to fit out everyone with armor. We must protect ourselves on the battlefield. Forty Thousand Men are now inside the castle. Some have guard on the top, positioned and waiting for Voldemort and his forces to come at us. We must act quickly. Go down into the armory and suit yourselves. I know you want to fight, Hermione, but I cannot permit you to. We need to save as many women as possible," Dumbledore.

"What?!?!?! Are you crazy!?!!" She screamed.

"Apparently so. You will be in the infirmary with the other women, to take care of the wounded. We need as many nurses as possible," He said.

"Fine," She replied dully. She walked out of the room to presumably the infirmary, and I knew she was fuming. I walked with the rest of the men left in the room to the armory, and put on a suit that protected most of my body from the spells that Voldemort and his army would be shooting at us. We then went to the towers where the rest of the men were stationed, a blur of men with axes, machetes and arrows, and of course wands. The axes and machetes reminded me of how Mrs. Weasley had been killed, but I tried to push that thought out of my mind. I saw what looked like a swarm of black insects move slowly towards us, but it was on the ground. However it was not a swarm of insects, it was Voldemort's army. I actually got scared for a minute, thinking of what my father would say if he saw me here with them, but in the same thought, I really didn't care. All that was left fighting for was Hermione.

"They'll be here by nightfall," Snape said.

"Draco, you know you're going to have to face your father," Snape said to me.

"I know, and I can defeat him. I know his weaknesses," I replied, which I did. He was not quick to recover once you disarmed him, that's when I could go in for the kill. However, I thought for awhile about how life had been so different just a year ago. I was a submissive son, someone who worshiped the ground my father walked on, and now I was going to fight him until his death.

Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
I feel so real…..

I adjusted the axe and bow and arrow on my back, and tried to relax, but that was entirely impossible. I was a huge ball of nerves, and I tried my best not to show it next to the gallant Potter and his faithful Weasley, who showed no sign of worry or anxiety for the war that was about to come in an hour or two. I noticed Blaise Zabini in the crowd coming towards us, I didn't know how I saw him from about three miles away, but I did. He was in the front lines next to my father. When I saw my father on his broom, flying above the rest of the troops, my heart skipped a beat, because I knew that this was real, and that I could die.

Could you take my picture
Cause I won't remember
Could you take my picture
Cause I won't remember….

I don't believe in
I don't believe in
In your sanctity
Your privacy
I don't believe in
I don't believe in
A hypocrisy…..

I then saw Lord Voldemort, high atop a flying dragon, with his wand in hand, ready for battle. I thought about everything that he stood for; death, destruction, fear, and power. Things that he wanted to impose on others that defied him, yet he still forced fear and death upon those that were loyal to his cause. I knew then and there that I wasn't meant for that life, a life of hypocrisy and greed, of power and death. I belonged here, with Hermione, no matter how stupid that sounded. And I was ready to fight for her, for us, for the life we could lead after this was over.

Could everyone agree that
No one should be left alone
Could everyone agree that
They should not be left alone
And I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Kicking and screaming……

They approached us with rapid speed, their weakest in front, those that were used as spell eaters, as we called them. They took the first wave of our death spells, and left us with the stronger ones in behind. Dumbledore was high above us in the Astronomy Tower, which had been converted into his place to call orders and battle movements. My muscles tensed as I knew it was minutes away, Dumbledore raised the horn to blow, to signal the beginning of the fighting. I heard the horn blow, and my heart skipped a beat, even though I was ready for pretty much anything that came my way. I saw the spell eaters run towards us, and shot death spells at them, and most of them fell to the ground, however a small few still remained. We had the advantage of being higher than them, which helped us somewhat. I shot several more curses into the advancing line coming at us, and saw a young boy about 14 fall in front of me, after I hit him with the curse. It sort of broke my soul, to know I ended his life, but I rationalized it with the fact that he probably would have killed me if I hadn't done it first. I saw my father flying above us, and I knew that he spotted me. I looked up at the sky to see his infuriated face come flying towards me, and braced myself to fight him until the death.

Could you take my picture

Cause I won't remember

Hey dad, what do you think of your son now?

Hey dad, what do you think about your son now?

Could you take my picture

Cause I won't even move…..

I held my wand tight in my hand, ready to fight. I kept my other hand ready to pull out my axe if need be. He came closer to me, and spat on the ground next to me.

"You are a fucking disgrace," He screamed at me.

"No, you are. Expelliarmus!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He fell off his broom and his wand went flying. He quickly got up, faster than I expected, and I braced myself for the hand to hand combat that was about to come.

I was in the medical wing, bored as hell, arranging makeshift beds and putting medical supplies near the tables that were between each bed. Yet I was still nervous. I pictured Draco lying on the battlefield all bloody and perfect, and dead. I shuddered, trying to shake the image out of my head. I sat down on the bed, and looked at the other girls talking in little circles, like nothing had ever happened, like it was another day during lunch or waiting for class to start. It really infuriated me. I heard heavy footsteps out in the hallway, and my heart began to beat faster. Two dirty soldiers came in floating about twelve injured men and boys, bleeding profusely and shaking, some of them looked dead or close to death. I instantly became extremely nervous, and ran over to them, knowing that the other twits wouldn't do anything to help. I was shocked to see Pansy Parkinson next to me, holding a boy in her arms and taking him to a bed. I turned to see Colin Creevy shaking, and I touched his stomach, and my hand was instantly soaked in blood. I shuddered, and tried not to look scared, so that he didn't become even more afraid of what was ahead of him.

"Hermione?" He said weakly.

"Yes," I replied.

"Am I going to die?" He replied. This made me want to cry, and I held the tears in as best as I could and tried to muster something to say to him.

"No, sweetheart, you aren't. I'm going to take care of you," I said, and quickly led him to the closest bed. I quickly opened a book of healing spells and started to say them over his body, but they didn't seem to be working, because he was still bleeding. I wrapped his wound in cotton gauze and some healing ointment, and stroked his hair as he looked up at the ceiling. I felt so bad for him, since his brother had just died, and now he was at death's door. His body started to shake, and I thought that it might have been the spells working on him. However, after he stopped shaking, I knew. He was dead. I tried my best not to cry, and pulled the sheet over his head, and went to go tell Madame Pomfrey what had happened. When I Iooked up from his body, I noticed that the room was filled with mutilated bodies of boys and men, and I clasped my mouth to try not to gasp. A man I didn't notice came and took Colin's body and dumped it on top of a pile of men that had already died. I was infuriated that someone could do that, but I realized that there were others that needed my help. I helped some other men tend to their wounds and noticed that there were hundreds of wounded men in the room, people that wouldn't be able to fight. I decided that this was my time. I decided it was time to take action.

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