"We have to leave 'Mione! We aren't safe here!" Draco yelled with tears streaming down his face. Every tear landed on his black shirt. "It's not over yet, Draco!" I whimpered grabbing his hand to pull him along with me. The wind was whipping furiously around us. "He's coming!" He cried. Draco grabbed my other hand and pulled me tight against his chest. He pulled the time-turner around us and quickly spun it three times. We landed on white, cold snow in Hogsmead cradled together. The time-turner stated that we were in 1998, finally. I finally felt safe realizing Draco still had his arms wrapped tightly around me. But, then the utter devastation of what had happened brought me to tears. "It's alright", Draco cooed, rocking me back and forth, "Nothing is going to hurt you now Hermione." My heart started to race. "Nothing will touch you when you are with me Hermione Granger. Nothing."