A/N: Not my characters

Chapter One:

In Honor of Ms. Hermione Granger

She opened her eyes and saw nothing, nothing except total darkness. She looked up—there was nothing. The coldness from the floor she was sitting on was seeping into her skin, her bones. She got up onto her knees. She looked around, a vain attempt to see something—anything. She tried to get up, her muscles were weak as if they had not been used for a very long time, and she wondered how long she had been down here. She sat back down; her muscles would not allow her the luxury of standing.

She called out into the darkness, "Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?" She received no reply. She began to crawl on the floor, trying to get to the walls of the room. She crawled until she felt something below her. She used her hand to feel around the object. To cried out in horror when she realized it was a body. She tried to crawl as fast as she could in the opposite direction, again she felt something below her. She screamed this time when she realized what it was.

"Oh no, Oh no." She shook her head from side to side, trying to get the thought out of her head. Where was she? What had these people died of? She tried to see if her wand was with her…it wasn't.

She curled up into a ball and tried to go back to sleep, she didn't want to find anything—or anyone, anymore. She cried silently, she didn't even know how she had gotten in here. She choked back a sob before she heard them. They were footsteps, someone was coming towards her, and she turned her head towards the sound to see a light that seemed very far away. She uncurled herself and began crawling toward the light, it didn't seem she was getting any closer, but she kept on moving, in fear that she would end up like the people she found down here. It was getting closer, she began to crawl faster, almost crying in relief that there was a possibility that this person would save her. Suddenly the light was directly in front of her face. She sighed in relief, "Oh, God…" She looked up at the face and screamed, not from terror, but from the agonizing fact that she wasn't going to survive this.

"Hello Ms. Granger, will you please follow me?" He said it with cold amusement in his voice, in his grey eyes. Hermione sobbed in response and she let him drag her to wherever he had come from. She had decided to give up. She was going to die, better to face it now she thought to herself. She closed her eyes as she felt herself being dragged up steps, each step hitting her shoulder and digging into her rib. She cried silently, leaving a wet trail of tears behind her. He was looking down at her with intense pleasure; this is what she deserved he thought to himself. This is what he had been waiting for. When he got to the top of the steps she heard him open the door. She realized that she must have been in a cellar or a basement.

The man who was holding her addressed his son "Draco, I've got her, kill her before her friends come."

Hermione woke up, her clothes sticking to her skin. She threw the covers off her sweat soaked body. She stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face. She groaned, she had always dreamed about it, but in the last week she dreamt about it everyday. It, being the most horrifying experience of her life. She had one person to thank for the fact that she was even alive…he had never let her thank him. It was three years later she hadn't been able to move on. She worked so she wouldn't have to think about it, her diligent work got her promotions, her promotions got her fame. She was supposed to be going to a gala tonight, it was in honor of her so she had to go…she sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, her eyes were had lost that spark—she didn't need her friends to tell her that. She remembered how alive she looked… This dream…wouldn't leave her alone, it never did. She wanted to move on and it wouldn't let her.

She moved away from the mirror, she didn't like looking at herself if she didn't have to. She went through her daily routine, really not thinking, just doing. Shower, brush teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to work. Hermione liked work, it got her mind off things, made her think, kept her mind from wandering…

"Draco, I've got her, kill her before her friends come."

Draco stayed silent, looking at his father and then at the girl he was dragging up the stairs. He stared at the girl who had just turned her head to stair at him. When they were at school together he had always noticed that there was a light in her eyes. That light was extinguished; he wanted more than anything to see a fight in her eyes or at least hope…there was nothing, just blankness. She had given up. What his father had done to her for how long must have destroyed her.

"How long has she been down there?" His voice surprisingly firm as he questioned his father

"Draco," His father stared at him, "what matters now is that she is right here, the key to defeating the Potter boy is by destroying everything he loves." Lucius looked down at Hermione, her eyes were closed, her head hung down toward the ground. Tears were streaming down her face. Draco was trembling. His father had never asked him to kill a human before.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Lucius sneered and turned to the pale blonde woman standing behind Draco, "Narcissa, please tell your son how hard I have worked to raise him for this very moment."

Narcissa paled, she never spoke back to her husband, she hesitated, "…Lucius, darling, maybe this is too much for him to handle? She's a student at his school, maybe...you could kill the girl?"

Hermione listened as the Malfoy family tried to decide who got the honor of ending her life. She began to sob. Draco looked at her and began to panic, his father had never made him do this, what did he want? Was this the way he was supposed to prove himself?

Lucius walked towards Narcissa and whispered menacingly, "Would you like to do the honors?" Narcissa looked away. Lucius turned towards Draco; you have got three minutes to decide…so help you if you make the wrong choice Draco."

Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the girl

Draco woke up in a start…he groaned. He had had the same dream for a week. He got up and made his way to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His pale skin had somehow become paler…the rings under his eyes had definitely gotten darker. He sighed as he began to get ready for work. He was going in early. He went in early all the time, always got a lot of work done. He got promotions which made him pretty prominent in his field. Not that he actually noticed. All he thought of at work was not thinking of it. It being one of the most horrifying and life changing event in his life. He also spent his time working thinking of ways to avoid seeing her –not that she evoked bad memories, but that she always wanted to thank him he scoffed out loud in disbelief, what could she possibly want to thank him for? He woke up with this thought in his head every morning. He was happy she was living such a good life. Tonight there was a whole gala being given in honor of her. He smiled at the thought—at least she had moved on. He put on his jacket as he headed out the door towards the ministry. He was an auror there.

They both went to work. Hermione as a healer at St. Mungo's and Draco as an auror for the ministry. They worked different jobs, but they worked to avoid the same moment, the same memory. They went through the motions—the smiling, the acting interested in other peoples lives, they would do anything that would help them forget about it. They didn't notice that they had moved away from their friends. They didn't really pay attention to that…Hermione hadn't talked to Ron or Harry in two years. She hadn't really spoken to anyone for two years. For a year she tried to hide it, act as if the moment didn't haunt her everywhere she went. The longer she tried to fight the memory the more it consumed her. She missed them so much, but she didn't want them to be disappointed that she hadn't really moved on the way they probably thought she did. The same could be said for Draco Malfoy. He only had to keep in touch with others because he was the heir of the Malfoy fortune…

Hermione left work early. She realized vaguely as she was walking home that she didn't really remember her day. She shrugged the thought away as her flat came into view. She was actually a little excited about the gala, she had gone shopping for a dress and everything else that went along with formal events. She opened the door in her flat and made her way to the living room to put her bag down. But not before she saw a flash of red hair from the corner of her eye. Surprised she turned to find herself staring in to the worried eyes of Ginny Weasley.

Hermione stared, waiting for Ginny to start lecturing her about keeping touch with her best friends and how worried Harry was. To her surprise the small red-head smiled, "We have only got an hour to make you look stunning."

Hermione smiled, "Ginny I am so sorry that I haven't kept in touch—I'm just so busy and I always forget…" Ginny laughed, "Well from now on I'm going to visit like this—without notice and you can't say the word work!" Hermione nodded in agreement, more to satisfy Ginny then to actually commit to her idea, "Deal"

Ginny sighed, "Good, I thought you wouldn't recognize me after all these years and just hex me…anyway, what are you wearing tonight? How are you planning to make every man start drooling when you walk into the room?" Hermione shook her head, "Didn't think of that while I was buying it…but it gorgeous, come, let me show you." Hermione hadn't been this excited about anything in ages. She knew that tonight was going to be great. Hermione ran to her closet and pulled out the dress she had chosen. Ginny took a look at the dress and gasped, "Hermione! This is gorgeous!" The dress was an emerald green that made Hermione's chestnut hair pop it did the same for her warm chocolate eyes. It was floor length and hugged her body just right. Her shoulders were naked in the strapless dress, all her curves were subtlety enhanced. Hermione smiled, "Thanks." Hermione had chosen the dress because of the way it hugged her body. Hermione began to undress and pulled the dress over her head, to be stopped by Ginny's squeal of panic, "Hermione, you have to get your hair done first or you might ruin the dress." Hermione laughed, "Ginny, this is as done as my hair is going to get." Ginny looked up at Hermione's hair, it was frizzy and messy from a full day at work, she said threateningly, "I refuse to let you ruin that dress with that hair, now sit, or I'll have to force you to keep still." Hermione had forgotten just how stubbornly scary her friend could be, "Fine, do as you please"

Ginny smiled in response and began to cast spells on Hermione's hair, then, of course, the makeup had to be done—Hermione didn't actually have makeup but Ginny did…a lot of it. When Ginny was done she smiled and told Hermione to go put on the dress and look in the mirror. When Hermione finally got the dress on, she made her way to the mirror—she gasped—she barely recognized herself. Her long chestnut hair was in long loose curls down her back, she had never seen her hair this shiny or smooth before. She looked beautiful, her makeup accentuated her check bones and pink lips. Hermione did not expect to look like this, "Ginny, thank you so much, you should think about opening a beauty shop or something." Ginny looked at Hermione and frowned, "I opened my first shop a year ago" Hermione looked away, "Right, sorry I didn't go to the opening…" she whispered. Ginny smiled, "It's okay Hermione, I am opening another store in three months, you can come to the opening." Hermione brightened, "I'll be there" Then she noticed that Ginny wasn't dressed, "Ginny…aren't you going to the gala with me?" Ginny laughed, "No, I have a date with Harry tonight." Hermione gasped in surprise, "oh my goodness! When did this happen?" Ginny shook her head, "Oh man, you are so out of the loop…6 months ago today." Hermione raised an eyebrow, "…Well?" Ginny laughed at her friends boldness, "Yeah it's great actually…but enough about me…anyone special in our life?" Hermione shook her head, "No, I haven't dated in three years." She added after the look Ginny gave her, "I like focusing on my work, I don't have time." Ginny hesitated, "Hermione…erm…have you like…moved on from what happened three years ago?" Hermione really wasn't in the mood, "Ginny, maybe we could talk about this later." Hermione had tried her hardest to act cherry in the last hour she had spent with Ginny. Ginny decided to change the subject,"well you should be on your way then, the party started ten minutes ago." Hermione shrieked, "Oh, no! I can't be late to a gala being held for me!" Ginny laughed, "Haven't you ever heard of fashionably late?" The only response Ginny got was the sound of Hermione apparating.

Draco had decided to attend the gala that night. He had gotten an invitation and he thought that after three years it was time to start going out to social events and gatherings. The only contact he had with the outside world beside work was the fact that he did enjoy a woman next to him in bed from time to time. The relationships had never really been emotional just physical and most of them were one night stands anyway. He went in his closet and pulled out the first suit he saw. Putting it on and leaving the house, he realized that the party had started an hour ago. He didn't trick himself into believing that he was only going to socialize and not to see her

Thirty minutes into the gala Hermione was bored half to death. She was thinking about how long she could leave without anyone noticing. The first moment had been great, when she walked in not only did every man turn to her with there jaws dropped—some women did too, everyone in attendance then clapped for her. She tried to remember how alive she felt during that moment. Every man at the gala had asked to dance with her and she did enjoy the attention but she was looking for someone specific. Every time she looked up to address the man who had just asked her to dance she grew more and more disappointed that she didn't see a shock of blonde hair and grey eyes asking her the question. Hermione had made sure that her assistant had sent Draco an invitation. She wanted to ask him how he had moved on. He obviously had, he was now working at the ministry as one of there top aurors and Hermione always heard rumors about his private life and the many women involved in it. She always got jealous when she read about his escapades, not because she wanted to have sex with as many men as possible but because Draco was living his life. After she was finished dancing with another man she decided that she needed some fresh air and made her way toward the door. Suprisingly unnoticed. As soon as she was outside she breathed in the cool night air. She loved how the breeze went through her hair. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. She opened them to find herself staring at the man she had waited to see all night long.

Draco had decided to walk to gala instead of apparate there. He thought it was a beautiful night and the ballroom was only ten blocks away. He put his hands in his pockets and began walking toward the party. The cool air felt very refreshing. He wondered if he would get to see Hermione—or if she would be to busy being congratulated and adored. He was close enough so that he could hear the music, it was a smooth, sultry waltz. He smiled at the sound. As he turned the corner he was surprised to see Hermione with her face towards the sky, her eyes closed, smiling. He continued to walk up to her, he wanted to say…something. When he could see the freckles on her nose, her eyes were still closed and then she suddenly opened them staring at him with a surprised but satisfied look on her face.

A/N: I was thinking of making this a one shot, but doesn't seem to fit in one word document… tell me what you think…Review!