A/N: Hello all Hermione/Draco fans. I am glad you chose to read my story, as hopefully the name, and summary sparked an interest in my ideas. Now I know how most people don't like to read these, so I will make this short and sweet.

This is my first FanFic story, so please be gentle. So Read Review, and tell me what you think.

Also thanks to my brother who edited and helped me with ideas for my story. Snaps for Ryan!

Disclaimer: YES HAHHA! I AM J.K.ROWLING! I AM A GOD AMONG YOU MUGGLE FOOLS! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wakes up from delusions Wow that was stupid, sorry I am not here, I don't own HP or HG or DM, so don't sue me, cause the most you would get is the two cents that my opinion is worth :P

Summary: Hermione and Harry realize that Dumbledore hasn't been telling them their whole truth. They run away, only to find a defeated Draco Malfoy. They join with him, swearing to protect each other. But what happens when things heat up between 'Mione and Draco. DMHG

Hermione ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. Full of frustration, anger, and sadness. Leaning back against the door, she slid down the door, until she was in a sitting position, her arms wrapped around her legs, sobbing harder than she ever had before.

She couldn't believe her parents were getting divorced. Though at sometimes they argued, she never thought it was that bad. Maybe they hadn't told her, maybe they were trying to protect her, but they had failed, they had hurt her.

Hermione was feeling to many different feelings, she was sad because she would have to choose between her parents, whom she loved equally. She was angry because they had done this to her, just when she needed them together most, they were splitting apart.

As the As the last tears fell on Hermione's face, she took a deep breath, leaning her head back against her door. She was so confused, she had no idea where to go. She had to get away from the muggle world.

The only place she could think of, was the Burrow. Surely Ron would take her in, he had always been there for her. She knew he would be there for her now.

Hermione quickly stood up, going over to her desk, where her wand lay. Snatching it from her desk, she turned to her trunk giving a commanding "pack!". Immediately things from all over her room, began to fly into the open trunk, packing in nice neat piles.

Once everything she needed was in her trunk, she closed the lid, casting a quick locking spell on her trunk. Being able to use magic outside of school is very helpful. Hermione thought to herself, as she levitated her trunk off the floor.

Rushing down the stairs, she yelled a quick, "I'm going out!" Before disappearing out the front door.

As she reached the curb, she suddenly realized, that although she was of age, she didn't know how to apparate yet, she didn't have anyway to get to the Borrow from here.

Twiddling her wand in her hand, she was almost knocked off her feet as a giant three story bus zoomed around the corner, and stopped in front of her house.

A tall boy stepped down from the back, pulling a note card from his pocket. "Welcome to the Knight's Bus." He said, obviously reading the notes. "Pick-up service for stranded witches and wizards. My name is Tom, and I will be assisting you in anyway possible" Looking over at Hermione, he said, "And who might you be?"

"I am Hermione Emily Granger." She stated, still a little flustered from the busses arrival.

"Well don't just stand there Hermione Emily Granger." Tom said, "We have more stops to make today."

"Grab my bags." Hermione said, leaping gracefully onto the busses end.

"Grab my bags." Tom imitated, reaching down and grabbing her trunk. With a soft, 'oof' he tossed it into the back.

Hermione looked back, when she suddenly heard her father's voice. "Hermione don't leave, we can talk about this."

Hermione shook her head. "No dad, we have done enough talking already." Then turning to Tom she said, "Take me to Diagon Alley."

Then without a second look, the bus vanished into the distance.

During the seventh hundredth year of the kingdom of NOX, there was born a prince to the blonde family. He was believed to be of the purest blood in the kingdom.

At the same time, there was born a child to the warrior family. He was said to be a weakling, because his mother was of the blood line of slaves. But his true potential was only known to his best friend, a women born of a family of harlots.

The girl, despised by all who were 'pure' found herself among friends in the city, in the family of the born warrior. But the problems of her family followed her. They despised her for these actions, condemning her for not following them in their life.

So during the seventeenth year of her life, the girl abandoned her family, declaring herself a free women. She joined the warrior, with the mother who was a slave.

The warrior soon realized that he was being manipulated by the king who was fighting against the great demon warrior of their time. The girl came to the warrior, telling him of the treacherous ways of the king, telling him that they must flee from the king, giving up the ways of his evil, and find a new life for themselves.

The warrior readily agreed, saying that he wished to leave this accursed kingdom, which had caused him so much pain. So in the dark of night, the two abandoned the vile place, heading away to a new life.

But during that same night, the prince of the purest blood, came into the seventeenth year of his life, and experienced his magical inheritance. After several days, he realized that his power was not as pure as it should have been, his bloodline being of the purest of magus.

He confronted his father, inquiring as to why this phenomenon had occurred to him. At first his father withheld the information the prince sought, telling him that he needed time.

Finally the boy spoke with his mother, threatening her with all the curses of the Underworld. She soon relented, telling him of his true beginnings.

You see, the young mage was not a pure-blood, as everyone thought. His mother told him that he was simply another half-blood, which he had come to hate so much.

She told him of a wonderful warrior she had met only months before his father and her wedding night. She had told the warrior to stay away, for she was betrothed to another, to a powerful mage, which her father approved of. The wedding of the mage and herself was to be the great joining of the two greatest mage races that had ever existed, their son was to be the most powerful magus to exist in a thousand millennia.

But the warrior would not leave, and he persisted more often. Soon she fell for the warrior's love, swearing her heart to the man. And so, one night, at the point of midnight, she conceived a son with the warrior. The child now living within her, was an abomination, to both the worlds.

So she kept the secret to herself, marrying the mage a month later, and forever banishing the warrior from her life. But the child still lived within her, and so when she gave birth, the mage learned that this child was not his own.

But the mage agreed to keep the secret of his wife, and of the bastard child. And raised the mage as his own son, knowing that he would never be as powerful as both clans had hoped.

After learning that they had kept this secret from him, for so many years, the prince left the kingdom, forsaking his family, and running to the far away lands.

And as fate would have it, the friends and the prince met in their travels. They learned of each others troubles, and vowed to protect the other from the pain that was sure to come.

But the friend of the warrior, the girl, grew closer to this half-blood prince. They soon declared their love for each other, binding themselves for all eternity, so that no matter how much time passed, or how many kingdoms rose or fell, they would be together.

To the sadness of the prince, they only had two children. One they named Gabriel, for he was the shining light of their love, and would someday be the father of their grandchildren. The other they named Juliet, she would be the mother of their heirs, and her descendents would give birth to the one who would bring fall to a great evil.

And so the story lives on, the testimony of their love never forgotten. And still the bond they created lives, for someday their children would be born, to once again experience the love, pain, and destiny that they had.

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