Author's Note: I don't own HP, nor am I Amy Lee. Song is "All That I'm Living For" by Evanescence.

Hermione

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.

I can feel the night beginning.
Separate me from the living.
Understanding me,
After all I've seen.
Piecing every thought together,
Find the words to make me better.
If I only knew how to pull myself apart.

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door; my ghosts are gaining on me.

I believe that dreams are sacred.
Take my darkest fears and play them
Like a lullaby,
Like a reason why,
Like a play of my obsessions,
Make me understand the lesson,
So I'll find myself,
So I won't be lost again.

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.

Guess I thought I'd have to change the world to make you see me,
To be the one.
I could have run forever,
But how far would I have come
Without mourning your love?

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door; my ghosts are gaining on me.

Should it hurt to love you?
Should I feel like I do?
Should I lock the last open door,
My ghosts are gaining on me.

Hermione ran down the stone steps of the tower, and out on to the front lawn. As soon as she escaped the gate, she apparated. Landing in a great field, she lit her wand in the dimming light. Where is he, she asked herself over and over as she stepped over body after body. She studied every face, every body. He wasn't there, so she ran further ahead. She didn't dare scream his name, didn't dare use her wand to search for him. She knew she'd be found if she did. But he didn't turn up. She pulled her wild curly hair back into a pony tail and pulled up her sleeves.

Hermione hated him, everything about him, every little ounce of him, from the top of his striking blonde head down to the tip of his toes. He was a constant threat to her life, to her family, to Harry and Ron. And yet, there was a part of her that loved him. Loved the way he would say her name when they were alone, the feel of his fingertips along her back, his lips on hers. He was, in a word, perfect for her, book smart, yet very conscious of the world around him, and loving, very loving. That was, until they were in public, of course. Where she was the Mudblood and he was the Pureblooded Prince, and even in the moments between them when they would slyly steal a touch even as they threatened and insulted each other in front of their friends, soon after, they would meet in a hidden alcove, and everything would be fine.

She fought him every day, and yet she fought for him harder. In the wake of battle, she would think of why she was really on the side of good. Both of them wanted the war to be over, neither wanted to choose sides, and both feared for the other's life. But they also knew it would be a long time before it would be safe for them to be together openly. The world just wouldn't accept them in its present state.

So as she stepped through the woods in search for the rest of the force, she stopped, her ears training her to the left. Someone else was picking through the woods, stepping carefully around the dead bodies strewn everywhere. Their light steps almost…sounded like him, but he shouldn't still be here. She thought to herself rationally, he must be miles away by now, somewhere safe, I hope. Hermione took a look around, and threw herself behind a tree, attempting to hide. With a cloaking spell, she felt she was safe, and saw absolutely nothing coming towards her. She waited, hesitated, and minutes later, let the spell die and ventured out. She screamed, and someone's white hand covered her mouth.

Automatically, she kicked out with her feet and elbowed her assailant. They only held her tighter. "Gods, woman, would you quit it?!" Hermione gasped as he chuckled lightly and his hand left her mouth.

"Draco!" He wheeled her around and looked at her hard. His hands rubbed her sides and when she winced at the touch of a bruise she had forgotten, he frowned.

"You're hurt," he tore at the cloth of her shirt. Hermione brushed his hands away.

"Nonsense, it's a bruise. I'm alright. How are you?"

"Better then expected. They'll be returning soon. You should get your friends and get out of here."

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

"What I always do," he sighed. "Go back." He reached down to her chin, lifted it to his lips, and kissed her lightly. "I wish I could go with you."

"Then come with me! We can protect you! They'll think you died!"

"Hermione, really, they aren't stupid. Especially V…well, you know! He'd know, and then he'd come for me, for revenge. And I can't have that," he embraced her again, kissed her forehead and backed away a bit. "You have to get out of here, now."

"No. I'm not leaving!"

"Yes, you are." He didn't even shout it. He simply stated it as a fact, a fact she knew better than to fight. She kissed him once, and after staring into his slate grey eyes, she apparated, tears falling down her face.

She returned to Hogwarts, to find Harry supporting a wounded Ron, and Ginny leading Luna and Neville to the rest of the group. Breathing a sigh of relief, she ran to Harry's side, helping him with Ron, who smiled when he saw her. "You made it," he said quietly.

"Yes, I did." Quickly, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks and smoothed her expression. Harry looked at her for a moment, questions filling his eyes, but then his concern moved back to Ron. "What happened?"

"Ron attacked a much bigger Death Eater. He's lucky this is all that happened to him. He dodged a rather nasty spell and fell into a crevice."

"But I used a cushioning spell…not very well…but I did, and I just broke a few bones." Ron tried to hide his winces, but Hermione merely shook her head. She looked at Harry as Ginny and Molly took Ron with them into the house.

"How many is a few?"

"Oh, well, only about ten. He'll be all right, of course." Harry fixed the ground with a sad stare, and sighed. "I was so close, Hermione, so close. He was within my grasp," Harry tugged on his hair a little as they sat down on the Burrow's front steps. "I couldn't do it, even though I could have ended this whole war tonight, I couldn't do it. It's probably my fault so many people died tonight."

"What are you talking about Harry? You did your best! Everyone here knows it. No one could ever blame you, you're only eighteen! I mean, yes, Voldemort was close enough for you to attack him, but who said you had to off him by yourself? Why didn't you ask me to help?"

"You were fighting Malfoy off, that's why. If I distracted you, one of his enraged Avada Kedavras would have actually hit you. Besides, Hermione, this is my job. I promised Dumbledore when he died that I would do this, that I would be the one to end him. We found all the Horcruxes, but it just isn't that simple. Even without them, he's too powerful for me. I just have to get better, and in the meantime, more people will die."

"Harry, I know I've said this before, and I'm going to say it again. People die everyday, on both sides, and in between. But people die everyday of natural causes too, and there's nothing you can do about it. One day, we all have to choose between dying as a coward, safe at home in our beds, or on the battlefield, fighting for what we believe in. I for one choose the latter. I choose to fight alongside you, Harry, and so does everyone else here. You have to accept that."

"You're probably right."

"Harry," Ginny called from the house, "Mum wants to see you."

"Alright, Gin, I'm coming," Harry smiled appreciatively at Hermione. "Thanks a lot, Hermione. I guess I'll have to sleep on what you said. Are you sure you won't stay tonight? Molly would love to have you, and I know we'd all feel better if you didn't go…home."

"I'm sure I'm safer at home. Besides, you can't keep everyone in the Burrow and at your house. There isn't room. I'm able to protect myself, just like I have for several years now."

"Alright. Good night, Hermione, he hugged her as they stood up.

"Good night, Harry," she replied, hugging him back.

As soon as he was in the house, Hermione frowned. She wasn't going to be home alone tonight, no, she never was.

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