A/N- I apologize for the wait. But this story will get finished… sometime.
Disclaimer: Clearly I do not own Harry Potter.
Hermione woke up in a daze the next morning. The sun streamed into the room and she squinted from the light. She turned her head to the other side to watch Draco. His breathing was calm and he seemed so peaceful. Hermione reached her hand up and slowly stroked his cheek. She thought about last night.
They did not sleep together. Draco only held and kissed her, which made everything just a little harder. Most nights they slept together, but oh how they rarely ever held each other. It really did feel like their last night together. She could not remember if it was a dream or not but she remembered crying at one point of the night and he hummed into her ear.
Hermione stopped stroking his cheek when his eyes opened. "Sorry did I wake you?" She asked.
"No, I was awake, it just felt good." Hermione smirked at him and he pulled her closer. Draco took in her scent. Hermione ran a hand through his feathered hair and sighed. "What's wrong?" Draco asked.
"I don't want to move."
"Then don't," Draco mumbled into her hair which he was currently nestled in.
"You know we have to." Draco shook his head in disagreement. "I have to go see if Harry has any news."
"If he did he would come and find you."
"He might not know where I am." Draco lifted his head and grinned at her.
"Potter isn't that dumb." Hermione faked gasped.
"That couldn't have been a compliment!" Draco frowned.
"Are you suggesting that I would voluntarily compliment Potter?"
"You love me, and Harry wants to protect me. Shouldn't you like somebody that cares for me?"
"Right back at them," Hermione let out a sigh.
"No, really," Hermione put her hand to his chest. "I just want us all to have this camaraderie, you know?" Draco frowned.
"Maybe that isn't the way it's supposed to be."
"Try," she pushed her hand harder into him. "Please, you might have to turn to them in the end."
"Alright, that's enough." Draco threw the covers off his side and got out of bed. "When you start talking about Potter helping me, I no longer listen."
"Why do you have to be like this?"
"I'm not being like anything, Granger."
"Fine," Hermione pulled off her covers and stepped out of bed. "I'm just trying to have us all get along but apparently that is too much to ask for."
"He was my enemy for six years-"
"And so was I!" She yelled back. "But now?" She motioned between them. "Does it look like were enemies?"
"Potter was a different story than us!"
"How so?" Hermione crossed her arms. "I was dirt to you being a Muggle-born as I am."
"Potter always got the attention for no bloody reason!"
"No reason?" Hermione clenched her fist. "Maybe if you stopped staring at yourself in the mirror long enough you would notice what the hell he has done for all of us!"
"He's done nothing for me!" Draco took a step towards her. "So I'm hated because I am not in love with The Boy Who Lived and have posters of him hanging up in my room?"
"I do not have posters!" Hermione gasped. "You are being absolutely ridiculous!"
"Me? Please, Hermione, you-" Draco stopped talking. Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble.
"You know what we're doing, right?" She asked him, her mood completely changing. Draco's face dropped.
"Yeah," he mumbled, looking down.
"We're just trying to make it easier on ourselves." She whispered. "In case we have to say good…" she looked away from him, "I don't know if I can do this." Draco looked up at her at the sound of her voice breaking, she ran a hand through her hair as the tears started coming down her face. "I don't know how to say goodbye." Draco walked over to her and pulled her to him.
"Please don't do this," he whispered.
"Draco," she looked up at him. He looked down at her and a second later their lips crashed together. It was a strong kiss, chest and noses pressed together. They stood there like that for another minute or so, and they pulled away, already out of breath. "We need to go," Draco lifted his hand to her face and brushed a tear away.
"I know," he dropped his arms and proceeded to get dressed. Hermione stood there watching him. She didn't move, she didn't want to move. Draco slipped on his shirt and turned to look at her. "What?" He said.
"Nothing," she pulled her eyes away and down at her shirt. Draco had given her one of his to wear for the night. She grabbed the fabric of the shirt and put it up to her nose. She breathed in his scent like he did earlier. He smelt wonderful. And she never wanted to forget it. She quickly pulled off the shirt, and slipped on the one from yesterday, trying to catch up to him. When she was done, Draco was waiting patiently for her on his bed. "Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah," she sighed, looking around his room one more time.
"Okay," he stood up and walked over to the door, holding it open for her. "Let's go." She slowly nodded her head, turned her head toward him, and then finally ducked out under his arm. They headed for the Slytherin common room and stopped in their tracks. A slight gasp left Hermione's lips and Draco instinctively put out his arm and stepped in front of her. "What are you doing here?" Draco demanded. Goyle and Crabbe stared at them. They stood by the picture frame as if they just came in.
"We live here; we should be asking her that." Goyle said. Draco tensed up, not liking Goyle's tone of voice when referring to Hermione.
"Did you just get back now?" Draco asked.
"A few days ago," Goyle said before Crabbe could speak. "We got back a few days ago." Draco furrowed his eyebrows.
"Where were you last night?"
"We had obligations," Goyle said.
"You don't have obligations." Draco rolled his eyes. "What could you two be possibly doing?"
"Listen, I think it's best that you just take her out of here." Goyle said, nodding at Hermione.
"Don't tell me what to do." He walked towards them, Hermione in hand, following behind him. "She'll go when she wants to go." They past them and walked through the frame, "idiots," Draco mumbled. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a look.
"That was…" Hermione began, trying to keep in step with Draco.
"Fucking weird," Draco finished for her; she could tell he was still heated from the situation.
"Yeah," she nibbled on her bottom lip. They stopped walking abruptly and Draco turned toward her. She slowly let her lip go from in between her teeth.
"Why don't you go find Potter." Draco said. "And I don't mean that as a question." Hermione closed her mouth and nodded her head. She did not want to start with him when he was like this. "Go find out what the hell is going on."
"Okay," she turned away from him but he quickly grabbed her wrist before she could walk away. Hermione looked at him.
"But be careful." He said, and then dropped her wrist. Hermione examined his face.
"Alright," she told him. "Where should I meet you?"
"I'll come find you; I've got to go do something." Hermione watched Draco turn away from her and head down a hallway.
"What do you have to do?" She called out to him, but he didn't answer, he walked into the shadows of the hallways.
She tried to keep her breath even as she entered the Gryffindor common room. Was Harry even here? Did he meet with Dumbledore? Did Dumbledore have important information about You Know Who that could be useful? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts; she mindlessly began to walk up the stairs, heading for her room, when a voice caught her attention, "Hermione?" It said. Hermione, taken aback, turned her head around to see Ron sitting on the couch.
"Oh," she said. "Hi,"
"Is um did Harry um…" she suddenly could not find the words as Ron was fully examining her up and down.
"No," he said, continuing to stare at her figure. "He hasn't been back since last night… unless he came in and left early again, were you with Draco all night?" He asked suddenly. Hermione looked down at her outfit and noticed that it was quite wrinkly; he must have been wondering what she had been doing last night.
"I don't think that's any of your business." She said.
"Whatever," Ron shrugged; throwing the newspaper he was reading on the other side of the couch. He stood up and walked over to her, she felt her body stiffen.
"Harry knows something, Hermione."
"Pardon?" She was not expecting this.
"He knows something, I can tell."
"Are you suggesting that Harry is keeping things from us?"
"Oh please, Ronald, you know Harry tells us everything." She brushed past Ron as she headed down the stairs and took his previously occupied spot on the couch. "Harry would tell us if he knew anything, especially if it has to do with You Know Who." She picked up the newspaper and thumbed through it. She felt as if she had been disconnected from the world for the past few months.
"I'm not saying he is hiding it." Ron sat down next to her. "I just think that he wants all the information first before he tells us." Hermione peeked over at him, considering this.
"Maybe that's best." Ron looked over at her.
"Well we might freak out over something that might not even be a big deal at all." She folded the newspaper and placed it on her lap, nothing grabbing her attention. "There's nothing wrong with collecting the information first."
"I just think it would be better if he told us so then maybe we could help him."
"Talking about me?" Ron and Hermione turned around to see Harry enter the room. Hermione quickly gave him a once over, he seemed to look fine, but that didn't calm her nerves.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, setting the newspaper aside as Harry took a seat across from them. They watched as he took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Harry?" Hermione said.
"I spent all night looking for him." Harry pushed his glasses back up in his nose and settled further into his chair. "Then while I was walking back here I found him and he told me to come see him tonight…"
"Yes?" Hermione pressed.
"What are you not telling us?" Ron snapped.
"Ron," Hermione warned.
"I do have to tell you something." Hermione felt her hand clutch the armchair. "It's big and um I've been meaning to tell you."
"I knew it," Hermione heard Ron whisper under his breath. "Well then why didn't you?"
"I wanted all the facts first." Hermione looked over at Ron, to give him the 'I told you so' glance, but he was too focused on Harry.
"How bad is it?" She heard herself say, turning back to Harry.
"Depends on how you look at it."
"So it is bad?" Ron asked. Hermione felt her heart thumping in her ears. She did not like where this was going. Harry scooted up in his chair and leaned on his legs, clasping his hands,
"Well," he began and proceeded to tell him about Voldemort and his plan and all about horcruxes.
Draco held his breath, working up enough courage to go in. "Don't be a pussy Draco," he told himself, leaning back against the wall, his head rolled up. "Come on, come on," he spun around, grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. A breeze of air pushed into the room, rifling some papers on a table.
"You are foolish." He heard the man say. Draco slammed the door shut and came into the room.
"What do you know?" He demanded. He watched as Snape made his way down the stairs and stepped on the classroom floor. He paused for a moment, taking Draco in before coming up to the front of the classroom. "I said what do you know?" Draco shoved the stack of papers off the table.
"Why did you do it?" Snape said, watching the papers float to the ground. "Betray the Dark Lord?" He asked. "Why?" His voiced echoed the room. "Because of her?"
"Th-that's none of your business!" Draco warned.
"So it is," Snape shook his head and walked towards Malfoy, but stopped a few paces from him.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you are a fool and will soon die."
"I can handle myself."
"You're not even alive right now." Snape titled his head up, and lowered his eyes, as if to get a better look at Draco. "You're just a ghost of a boy, a shell, just waiting to die out." Draco pursed his lips, his eyes dilated.
"And what are you?" Snape raised his eyebrow. "Serving for the Dark Lord? And then when he gets what he wants, you think he'll really need you?" Draco sneered.
"How dare you talk to me like that, boy!" Snape reached out as if to hit Draco, but he ducked and moved back just in time.
"You can't tell me what to do anymore." Draco shook his head. "I don't take orders from any of you."
"Then you will die, tonight." Snape turned on his heel and headed back into his room. Draco watched him go and thought about what he said. Tonight, as if the words just hitting him, he backed up and turned around, darting out of the classroom and down the hallway.
Whatever Voldemort had in mind, it was happening tonight. Just like they had predicted. Snape had slipped up, and that could just have saved their life's.
Hermione walked out of the Gryffindor common room. She was trying to take everything in that Harry had told them. How Voldemort put himself into items, making horcruxes. It was all so much, plus with everything going on with Draco, she didn't know how to handle or react to it all. "Okay, breathe," she told herself. "I can handle this, this is not an impossible task and-" Hermione looked up to see Draco pounding up the stairs two feet at a time. "Draco?" She leaned back as he headed toward her and grabbed her arms. "What's wrong?" He was out of breath.
"W-we were right." He said.
"Right about what?" She asked, confused.
"About it being tonight, Hermione it's tonight." He panted.
"Draco," Hermione shook her head. "What do you mean tonight? What exactly is tonight?" She felt herself whimper, she was not ready for whatever was coming. "You're scaring me," she began to cry, she could not stop herself. "Please, I can't-" she put a hand over her face, whimpering.
"Where's Potter? Is he in the common room?" He held her arms. "Hermione, baby, please stop crying. We can fix this; we just need to figure it all out."
"Not enough time," she shook her head, crying.
"Hermione," Draco frowned, "what's going on? Did you find something out?" She continued to cry. "Hermione, damn it please! Talk to me!" She dropped her hand, crying out,
"He's going to kill us before we get a chance." Draco felt his chest grow heavy as he hugged Hermione, pulling her into him as much as he could.
"I won't let anyone touch you," he brushed her hair.
"We're not ready," she looked up at him. "I wanted a life with you, one where he's not here anymore, and one where we're not worried about what everybody thinks of us and oh god… there's not enough time!" Draco could not help but let a tear fall down his cheek.
"Hermione," he pressed his forehead to hers, "we will have that."
"There has to be more than this." She whispered.
"There is," he kissed her. "I know there is." They kissed as if it was the last time.
"Malfoy… we need to talk." Hermione and Draco pulled apart, looking at the Gryffindor picture, seeing Harry and Ron staring at them. "We need a plan, now. If we want to survive."
"Couldn't agree with you more, Potter." He squeezed Hermione's hand. This was it. He was really on their side, good, whatever that meant.
A/N- So I basically had this whole thing typed out for the longest time and I thought I had like nothing written and I checked it out and was like crap, I need to finish this right now. Anyways next chapter will be the last one unless I do an epilogue, not too sure yet. Please review! Again I apologize for my laziness of updating.