Disclaimer: These characters are JK Rowling's. Not mine. What is mine is the plot, but I'm not making any money from this, because that would be plagiarism.

A/N: I have reconstructed the end of the last Harry Potter book to make sort of an alternative ending, but I won't be going into as much detail as JK Rowling, because I just don't have that kind of time. So instead we'll be looking into Draco and Hermione's part of the story. Eventually it will become more of a romance between the two.

Draco stood there in front of the sitting figure known as they're Head Master, his wand pointing down at the figure.

"We can protect you Draco, you're not a murderer."

"Yeah, right, just how would you propose to do that!" Draco spat back.

"Voldemort hasn't found the lot of us, if we can hide our whole crew, then we had better be able to hide three more people."

Draco watched him, his wand arm slowly dropping to his side, a spark of hope in his eye, "You wouldn't be protecting my father, you'd have to keep him in a full body bind for the rest of his life to get him away from him. But that's not the question, the question is, can I trust you?"

"If anything happens to you or your mother, you can just kill me then."

Draco, arm dropped, "Then you should know that the castle is about to be attacked."

The Head Master stood, "Thank you Draco, Harry you can come out now, please follow me boys, maybe we can stop this before it starts."

Draco woke with a start, ever since that night the memory of his betrayal of the Dark Lord pledged his every sleeping moment. The Head Master had kept his promise. Before the night was over his mom had been whisked away to safety. The school had been put under tighter security. At the end of the year, when the rest of the students, hopped aboard the train, Harry, Ronald, Hermione, Ginny, and he had been, thought the process of side apperation, brought to Grimmauld Place, their safe haven. Of course neither he nor his mom were trusted at the secret meetings, but they didn't really mind, or at least Draco didn't.

Out of all the people there, he was surprised that Harry was the one to take a stand for him, insisting that something had changed in him that night, said he saw it in his eyes. Before this turn of events Draco would have called that a weakness, but now he wasn't so sure. He had been trying his best to weed out the bullshit his father had been feeding him since he was just a little boy.

One thing good he knew had come out of this, was finally his mother and he was talking again. They had been so close when he was little, and though he'd never admit it out loud, he missed it.

Of the Golden Trio, only one still held his former self against him, Ronald. Draco had rather begun to warm up to Harry and Hermione, once he got over the bullshit his father had taught him. Hermione and he were actually on a first name basics, witch ticked of Ronald. Then both every once and a while would slip up and use the last names they had become so familiar with in there 7 years of taunts and put downs, but that was usual.

Looking over his new life now, he was glad he chose this path, and was rather happy with himself, having come this far in less then a month. He took a moment to look around the room, of course it was nothing like the Malfoy Manor, but it had become home. The bed wasn't soft and perfect, the walls were a little old, the curtains and sheets were faded from the sun light, witch, after he looked out the window told him it was well past noon.

"Kreacher!"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, sir?" he said suddenly appearing by his bedside.

"What time is it?" Draco growled.

"Around 2 o'clock, sir."

"Oh, great," he sighed, "What can you do for a breakfast of some sort?"

"Kreacher, can make sir some eggs and bacon, if sir would like?"

"Yes, and are Harry, Hermione, and Ronald around."

Growling the house elf replied, "Kreacher will fetch them for you." And before Draco could stop him from being rude and 'fetching' them, Kreacher was gone.

Moments later, he now dressed, Draco heard the trio's foot steps and Ronald's annoying voice saying, "You heard Kreacher, Malfoy had him fetch us!" followed by Hermione's angered return, "Do we really have to go over this again Ronald, Draco asks if were about, and Kreacher 'fetches' us, besides if we didn't want to go we wouldn't."

A/N: And so the story begins, please review, I do need ideas for the story, and I just love opinions. Oh and just so you all know, in later chapters at the bottom will be reply's to any questions or comments left me. Yours truly, Ina lan