Hi all this story has been playing around in my head for the last few weeks and I thought that I would get it out of my head and into story for for you all to read and enjoy. Here is a little FYI Draco isn't evil he has helped the light side win, turning against his family to do so. Him, Harry, and Hermione have all been friends since the middle of their first year. Ignore the books if you plan to read this story because it will not be anything like how they were written. Eventually, Draco, Harry, and Hermione will become involved in a relationship together. Again if it isn't your cup of tea please feel free to just find something else to read.

Now that the hard part is out of the way I will tell you a little summary about this story. Harry defeats the Dark Lord, many people die during the final battle. While the trio (Draco, Harry, and Hermione) come to terms with all that took place during the final battle. The boys learn a secret of Hermione's that may just shatter their feelings for her before they have a chance to come to the surface. enough said for now please let me know how you feel about the story.

Hermione's POV

I can feel the pain in my right arm, but at the moment all I could think about was making sure everyone that I loved was alive and well. I knew one person didn't make it, but am determined to see that everyone escaped the wrath of the death eaters and Moldy shorts. Everyone had been locked in a heated battle for over 18 hours, but now with the death of their crazed leader the rest of the rats were headed for safer grounds. That's fine for now they will be hunted and dealt with later, first we had to find and heal our wounded. Harry looked at me with a relieved look that said everything he wanted to convey at that moment. There was no reason to say thanks, I'm sorry you had to be a part of that, or even I know he is dead I feel the loss as well.

Harry had been fighting Voldermort, while Ron and I fought off the few death eaters who were brave enough to step in and help their crazed leader. If they weren't stopped by myself or Ron they were killed by moldy shorts himself for daring to interfere in his battle. I had been distracted when Voldermort killed Bellatrix's husband that I had failed to see his brother take aim at me. Ron saw this and screamed my name and dove to shove me out of the way, just before the killing curse hit him in the back. The look in his eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life I believe, I tearfully watched the life leave Ron's body as he fell to the ground. My anger got the better of me and I cast the Reducto curse hitting Ron's killer square in the chest. There was nothing left except a few bloody pieces that had blown apart. I know that in my heart that what I did will have lasting influences on me but at the moment all I could think was that the killer of one of my best friends was dead as well. The remainder of the battle I fought and kept a watchful eye on Harry making sure if something happened that I would be quick to finish his work. Thankfully, nothing like that happened.

Before it was all said and done I had killed 3 more people, one of which was the nasty Bellatrix. After suffering her Cruciatus Curse I knew what she was really capable of and didn't want to live another day knowing that she still walked this earth. Before I was able to take her down finally she was able to get in one good shot at my right arm causing it to cut open and bleed. I knew that it needed to be healed but my mind was on others first. I needed to find those that I had come to love as family and make sure they were safe and alive. I needed to tell the Weasley's that their youngest son had risked his life to save mine. I needed to make sure Harry was truly ok; even though the look he gave me said that he was I know that Ron's death will hit him hard. Harry has never liked the idea of others dying to help him, always the martyr that boy is.

Making my way across the school grounds I notice that all the living have made their way inside the castle; I must have been standing here for a while. Walking in to the main hall I notice a few people huddled in small groups of families and friends. At the end of the hall I notice the famous red hair of the Weasley's, and then I hear the wail of Mrs. Weasley. Her husband is doing his best to comfort her and it makes me feel even worse for the news that I am about to deliver to them. Drawing in a deep breath I make my way over to them, before I make it all the way over to them I feel a tug on my hand, turning around I notice Harry looking back at me with tear filled eyes.

Shaking his head at me he says, "I told them Mione. I know that you wanted to tell them but I felt that it was my duty that I tell them. How are you doing?" I can see the concern in his eyes and know that he is truly worried about me.

"Honestly Harry, I really don't know how I feel at the moment. I may not know for months or even years. I had to kill people and no matter if they were going to kill me or not I still feel guilty about it. Even guiltier over Ron, he shouldn't have jumped in front of that curse like that. Why would he do that Harry? His family is going to be so heartbroken over this."

"Mione, you can't start thinking like that. You know how Ron was he would die for his friends and he did that tonight. Don't be angry with him over his sacrifice, cherish it every day and remember him. The Weasley's will mourn; we will all mourn his loss because he was like our brother in many ways. What Ron did tonight he would have done for Ginny or his Mum, or even any of his brothers."

Hugging Harry was the only answer I could come up with in that moment, no sooner had I hugged him I felt the burning in my arm and pulled away wincing in pain. Harry had a worried look in his eyes until he saw the gaping wound in my arm. "Shit Mione! Why didn't you tell me that you were hurt so badly I could have sent you to get some help or at least fixed it myself." Pulling out his wand Harry began murmuring to himself; I felt my skin begin to stitch itself back together.

Sighing in relief I replied, "Thanks Harry, I guess I forgot about it until I went to hug you just now. I think I am just going to go and see if Madam Pomfrey needs any help in the infirmary. If you need me I will be up there. Please tell the Weasley's how truly sorry I am and I will be back soon."

"I will Mione, be careful okay? I will come and check on you soon." Harry bent down and kissed my cheek before I turned and walked out the doors of the great hall. My mind was on making sure that one other person was okay and made it out of this battle relatively unharmed. I walked in the infirmary and spotted Poppy talking with some Healers. After she was done she asked me if there was anything she could help me with.

"No Ma'am, I just wanted to make sure you didn't need any extra hands with the patients." I said as I looked around for the one person I was worried about.

"No Hermione, I think that the Healers and I have everything handled at the moment but if anything comes up I will keep you in mind. I am so glad that you are alright my dear." She said as she gave me a gentle hug I returned the embrace before stepping away.

"Thank you Poppy, I am glad you made it out as well. Well I must be leaving I will see you soon." I turned disappointed that the one person I wanted and needed to see wasn't there. I made my way down to the only other place I could think he would be. I made it to his quarters and didn't bother knocking I just rushed in wanting to make sure he was still here.

Walking into his quarters I saw a figure lying on the ground unmoving. My stomach lurched forward and I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips and I raced to his side. "Daddy! Oh please be okay, please." I felt for a pulse and felt a faint one I managed to take in a much needed breath before I set about trying to make him better. There really is no telling what sort of curses he endured during that battle. I had looked for him many times during the 18 hours but not once had I seen him, I knew that someone must have gotten to him or that he was tied up in battle somewhere on the other side of the castle. "Please, daddy you have to be okay. I don't think I can make it if you left me too. I promise I will do all that I can to make sure you make it out of this." I said as I levitated him off the floor preparing to take him toward the couch.

"Mione? What is going on? What are you doing in here and why are you calling him Daddy?" I turned and toward the voice I knew all too well and say Harry and Draco standing there. Both of which had perplexed looks on their faces.

Sighing I turned back toward my father and lowered him to the couch before I turned back toward the two boys in the doorway. "It really is a long story, but do you guys remember back in first year when I found out that I had been adopted?" I saw the nods informing me that they did in fact remember. "Well after my adopted parents died in my first year and I received the letter from them stating that I had been adopted. My Biological mother had died shortly after she had left me with the Grangers. I took the letter to the Headmaster and he said that he would help me find my Biological father. Long story short a few nights later as I was leaving the Library I received a letter from the Headmaster informing me to come to his office at once. Once I got there he asked me to sit, I did of course. The next thing I know he performs what you could call a paternity test spell and I heard a gasp from the corner. That is when I heard his say 'So it is true I am your father.' That night I learned that Severus Snape was my father."