Author's note: This originally started as a Dramione, and still is...sorta. It's more of a DM/HG/OC. The couple is Dramione but heavily revolves around my OC at the beginning. You'll see what I'm talking about when you read it.

I originally planned about 10 chapters with this prologue and an epilogue, but decided to go the route of splitting up the chapters into small sections. I realized that I enjoy the chapters being a bit shorter so I can just read and go; so it would be a bit hypocritical for me to be making such long ones. This way I can get more out quicker and stop dwell on previously writings for it. :)

Anyways, now that you know my plans and all that jazz, on to the story!

Playing with Time

Prologue

Hope is a word long lost to world; destruction lies in its wake. The once vibrant earth is slowly becoming a desolate wasteland as the kingdom of Voldemort rapidly grows stronger. After the fall of the United Kingdoms, death eaters began to rain down upon the rest of the world, rising in numbers and moral with each village, city and continent they overturned. Muggles are killed and opposing wizards and mudbloods are sold into slavery; magic is important, even if it is tainted.

The war officially ended in July 1996 when Harry Potter was finally defeated by Voldemort and his followers. Three years later his best friend and trusted classmate Ronald Weasley and family were killed in an ambush of the Order's hideout. Hermione Granger manged to escape, but fell in the following years.

All three of them died as heroes and legends: prisoners held onto them in memories and rebels learned from their demise. The Golden Trio were forever idols.

However one of them had a second life; one that could be perceived as causing the world's downfall. Hermione Granger was not only a friend and prodigy; she was also a lover, a mother and, what most could consider, a traitor.

September 2003

"What...what are you doing here?" Hermione backs away from the door, pale and surprised, like she's seen a ghost. Her guest walks into the room, closer to her, and never allows their eye contact to break. He pauses for a moment, before a smile crosses his lips and he dips down, capturing hers in a searing kiss.

She grabs onto him, trying to make sure it was really him, and that he wasn't going anywhere. Her fingers stumble through unbuttoning his cloak and she rips the bottom of his shirt from beneath his pants. Her hand then drift up, running up his bear back. The feeling coursing through her over whlems her, she needs to know he's truely here. She needs to know that this is real. Tears are already running down her cheek and she tries to stop, not wanting to have to break this moment for something as unnecessary as breath.

He on the other hand, pulls her offending hair tie out if its bun, allowing her hair to cascade down his arm and covers her shoulders. He bites at her bottom lip, practically begging for entrance, and her mouth opens, allowing his tongue to feel her once more.

After what seems like an eternity, a small noise causes the two to break apart.

"Mommy?" Hermione jumps back, cheeks red and lips swollen. She looks down at her daughter, who is curiously looking between her and the man at the front door. "Who is this?"

She watches as the man's face falls, and he runs his hands through his blonde hair, suddenly nervous. Hermione walks to her daughter, picks her up into her arms, and takes her to greet the stranger.

"Tanis, sweetie, this is Draco Malfoy. He is your father." Her mother says and the child looks over at him, her silver eyes big and bright. She doesn't make a sound as he smiles at her and wipes his suddenly nervous hands on his cloak.

"My daddy?" She asks, still just looking at him. Draco replies with a nods. "Well, then," and she pauses, crossing her little arms and a small smile forms. "I want a hug." She uncrosses her arms and holds out to him, struggling to get from her mom's hold.

Hermione lets her go into her dad's arms and tearfully watches the two. There were many nights she had wished and prayed to whoever was out there that this would happen; and here he was. Able to finally see his daughter after five years.

There is a continued silence between the three, as Draco does nothing but hold onto the little girl for dear life. The only sounds that are made is the ragged breathing of Hermione, trying to keep her breaths in a constant, calm order.

Finally, it was Tanis who broke the silence. "Daddy, where have you been?" She pulls back from his embrace, and with her tiny hand on his shoulders, she looks into his matching eyes. A sad smile forms on his face and kisses her forehead.

"I've been away on business." He states, looking away from her and to her mother. "But I'm so sorry I haven't been here. For either of you."

Hermione, finally able to find her voice steps up to the two. She reaches out, and pulls the child from his arms before setting her on the ground. "Why don't you go get the blanket and Cissy from your bed, and you can join us here in the living room for the night." Draco raises an eye to the nickname of his mother and watches the girl dash out of the room.

Hermione looks over at him and smiles, knowing his question. "I don't know how she got the name, but after I got her the toy, that was what she wanted to call it."

"It's cute." He holds out his arms and wraps them around her. "Merlin I've missed you." She snuggles her face into the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent. It's the same aroma she remembers from their school days. That heavenly mixture of geranium and rose with a slight hit of tobacco creating that earthy and spicy undertone. It always drove her wild.

He leads her to the couch and wipes the tears glistening her cheeks. The sad smile appears on his lips again as he looks at her. Her face falls, noticing his mood and tenses.

"Listen, I need to tell you something before she returns." Hermione sighs, knowing this was going to happen; of course this isn't going to be a social call. Especially since her lover has been on the opposite side of the war. She managed to flee to Greece where Lord Voldemort's reign hasn't conquered yet and with Draco being here, it means that he's coming, and he knows where she is.

"I was sent here to kill you." His voice rang loud and clear but Hermione didn't hear it. Or, more so, her mind didn't want to. How could she be surprised. Draco is one of the top council members, thanks to his name. "He knows where you are, you must leave here, and go to the Americas. I'm pretty sure-"

"I can't...I can't do this anymore." Tears start again and Draco pulls her in for another hug. "This, this isn't like me. Always running away." She pulls back.

"There's nothing you can do. I've been supplying as much information as I can to the resistance in America. I think they have a plan that can help us out. But I can't let anything happen to you. Or to Tanis. Please, think of our daughter. You must leave."

If Hermione had a reply, it never came, because before she could open her mouth, a strangled cry came from the hallway.

The parents jump up, wand at the ready, to see a figure step out from the shadows.

"Well, well, well, if this isn't a nice little family reunion." Tanis' small frame is the first to fully emerge; a small multicolored stuffed serpent grasped in her arm and a large hand wrapped around her neck. She struggles to free herself, but she's no match to the man holding her...if he could even be called that.

"Let her go!" Hermione screams, terrorized. Voldemort's figure appears fully now, an evil grin plastered on his face.

"And what are you two little lovebirds going to do about it. Hm?" He takes a another step forward, and another cry escapes the small girls mouth as he tightens his hold. "This little...abomination shouldn't be allowed to survive. Tsk tsk Draco. What would your father say if he knew who she was?" His attention turns to said person and a low growl forms on his lips.

"Fuck my father, and fuck you. Let her go! Incarcerous!" Ropes shoot from his wand and begins to wrap themselves around the offender. There were several other, more dangerous and more painful curses that Draco knew and wanted to say, but couldn't risk it with his daughter being held.

Before the binds could securely fasten around him, Voldemort jerks his arm and allows the girl to go flying across the room, crashing through a lamp and ending against the far wall.

"Tanis!" Hermione spins around and runs to the little girl, forgetting about the danger behind her. Draco on the other hand never allows his concentration to falter from the task at hand.

"Reducto!" The blonde wizard screams and forces the intruder back into the shadows of the hallway. Draco's about to scream another curse, one that would normally get him sent to Azkaban, when a blue flame emerges from the dark. His figure creates a dark outline of him as he steps out of the fire, free from restraints and wand out.

"You think you can so easily defeat me? Do you boy?" Voldemort starts to laugh as he encroaches on Draco. "Crucio!"

Draco falls instantly and curls up into a ball. Sweat forms on his face, and a small strangled cry releases from his lips. The pain continues to circulate through his body as the creature continues to talk.

"Of course I didn't trust you boy. Not after that miserable attempt not to get us into your, precious," he jerks his wand, causing the pain to heighten, and Draco to suppress the torture more. He will not give that monster the satisfaction of a hearing a scream come from him. "little, school." He jerks it again, and the body on the floor spasms. "You weak, pathetic little bastard."

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort's wand flies across the room and lands near the kitchen. His head whips around, glaring at the girl kneeling in front of a small, broken girl.

"Are you sure you really wanted to do that you fucking mudblood." He spats, ignoring the unconscious boy at his feet. He directs his full attention to the little annoyance to his right. "You disgusting piece of filth. I'll teach you never to do that again. Sectumsempra!" Hermione's eyes widen as several small cuts appear on her face and arms. Blood begins to seep from the wounds and her vision starts to blur.

"You think I can't do wandless magic? You think that I'm as weak as you to actually need a wand?" He pauses, touching his long bony fingers to his chin, and looks up in thought. "Though, obviously my spells aren't as powerful, seeing as you would already be dead, but I'm sure that its painful enough."

Knowing that Hermione wasn't doing much of anything, seeing as she and her daughter are lying in a pool of her blood, he turns his attention back to the traitor. Draco's eyes are open, and he is trying to get back up. Slowly, he gets to his knees, looking up at the monster before him. The devil grins and accio's his wand.

"This, though. This one has to be done with a wand. Too bad, think of how many more worthless people I could kill if I didn't need this stupid piece of wood." He takes a step towards the kneeling figure and points his wand at his heart. "Avada kedavra."

Author's Note 2: And there's some back story! Well actually...the first couple of chapters are also a bit of back story but well...can't be helped. Hope you all enjoyed this beginning. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I finish editing it.

I have no beta so all mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

And don't forget to let me know what you think! I just love Reviews. :)

~AtraLuna

Disclaimer: Everything is owned by J.K. Rowling. I'm not looking to gain any monetary substance from this.