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One.

Hermione sat in a stone cold chair, her hair frizzed and stuck to her at the same time. It has been sometime since she has been to school, her eyes glazed over, staring over the judges as they shuffled their papers of notes. She shook her head, they had been drugging her for some time, her time line was out of loop.

Her body ached, as she rebelled against the restraints that held her to the chair. "Can't we hurry this along?" Hermione asked, her lips cracked, her voice hoarse. "I already told you a million and two times. I don't know where Draco and Snape went, I'm sorry about that. You even did a truth potion on that one didn't you?" She look pointedly at the head judge. "The man was my father, the Master. He was after me. To kill me, to get my power. That happens, and I killed him to saved the school. Now I'm locked up because you either think I'm a threat of you're missing something." Hermione licked her dried lips. "Which is is?"

"You are a threat Ms. Granger." The head judge replied.

"Then just off me, it's just that simple. Voldamort was a threat, Harry offed him. My father was a threat, I offed him. Simple."

"Are you suggesting execution Ms. Granger?"

"Think of it as assisted suicide... but hey, as long as I get a last meal, you can call it what ever you want." Hermione smiled, her two hearts were beating heavily, it hurt her. Anything was better then this.

The judges discussed it, then turned back to her, "Very well, tomorrow morning, you, Hermione Jane Granger, because you are a threat to the ministry and the World of Magic. You will be sentence to the Demetor's Kiss."

Hermione sighed, in some way, she knew she was getting that, but she hoped for something else. Anything else really.

The next morning, they didn't give her a last meal by the way, they dragged her out of her cell, place a hood over her head, and lead her down twisting corridors. The only things that she knew was real in this painful world was the two arms holding her up. The Demetors tried before to suck the happiness out of her, but they never could.

Because she wasn't human, she was Time Lord. Her happiness is based on totally different values then human happiness, and the Demetors didn't know what to do with that. But she suspected the Kiss just to be painful.

She was slammed against a surface and then strapped in, her arms and her lags, strapped down. The hood was taken off, she blinked furiously, the sun's light hurting her eyes. It was winter out side, and she wasn't dressed for winter. She looked around, she was strapped upwards to a table for all to see the Great Hermione Granger to be sucked dry with a Demetor's Kiss. The whole prison of Azkaban was there.

She groaned, seeing her executioner. "Hey Bob," She named it, naming it makes it less scaring. Well poking it in the eyes makes it less scary but she didn't want to touch it, and it doesn't have an eye. She sighed, relaxing her muscles one last time, knowing that any moment that she will be having a spasm. Her eyes closed it's face came in her's.

She felt the life being sucked out of her, she felt one of her hearts stop, and the other one slowly beating. She began to struggle, wanting to regenerate. No. What she wanted was the Doctor. She wanted the Doctor and the TARDIS, like old times. Oh why did she have to tell him not to come back.

She opened her eyes, to see the Demetor fly backwards, Hermione's eyes glanced around. Her skin was glowing, she was regenerating! The fire flared out of her limb, the guards came, the human ones. Screaming at the inmates to stay back. They stared at her, as she just smiled.

Regenerating is a painful process, but she just kept hoping for the TARDIS, for the Doctor. From the corner of her eye, she could see a back hole like thing opening up behind her, like the one from her sixth year. She smiled even harder, as she felt the pull of the black hole pull her in as she still regenerating. Her eyes open to see, they were shut last time. So she kept them open this time, which wasn't a good idea.

She landed on a cold surface with a thud, it didn't feel like the TARDIS, but it did sound like it. "Doctor who is that?" She heard a girl shout... Doctor, okay this is good.

"Did you say Doctor?" Hermione asked, covering her eyes, they were burning as she slowly stopped glowing. The major part of her regeneration done, but she was still cooking.

"I only know one person who knows how to make an entrance through a Black hole..." The Doctor inhale air with excitement. He looked at his young red- head companion then back up at the brunet on the top level of the TARDIS. "Hermione?"

"Doctor? My eyes, they're burning, I can't open them." Hermione replied.

"Oh my god, Hermione I'm ever so happy to see you!" He shouted, running up the stairs to her, he slid to a stop of his knees, kissing her head, before cupping her face. "Let's see here. Hermione dear, did you keep your eyes open, while regenerating, while in a black hole?"

"Whoops?"

"Big whoops. You're lucky that's your still cooking. Or this would be permanent." He took off his tweed jacket. "So I've never had a regeneration burn your clothes off."

"Oh god, really?" She whispered. He laughed, hugging her, she wrapped her arms around his stomach and hugged him back. They stayed like for a just a minute, before it hit her, she was safe. And she began to cry, the tears poured onto his shirt, as he held her even tighter.

"You're safe Hermione, they can't hurt you anymore. I promise, I will protect you. I owe you for that. " She pulled away, wiping her face with his jacket, sniffing it. "What? Does it smell weird?" He asked.

"You still have the same scent." She whispered, her face turned downwards. "I never forgot it. Your smell."

"Hey," He lifted her chin, he knew that she couldn't open her eyes right now, but it's the thought that counts. "I never forgot you, There was nothing I wanted to do more then to come back for you."

"You promised." She whispered, holding his hand tightly.

"I promised." He whispered, standing up, bringing her with him. "Come on, let's get you a room, and a bed. You need to sleep this all off. I'll bring you anything to eat when you wake up." He helped her down the stairs, Amy waiting down by the console for them.

"Doctor?" Amy began.

"Amy, not now. Please." He looked at her, when they were on ground level. "I'll introduce you two later, when she has her vision back." The Doctor led Hermione down the Corridor to the bedroom that she used to have. For whatever reason when the TARDIS remodeled, it kept this room the same. "Here you go." He sat her on the bed. And went over to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. It was a long one, a large, man's shirt. He remember that this is what Hermione wore to bed.

Sometimes, he would wear them to get his scent on them, so if he ever did find her again, she would have them. But he didn't think it would actually happen. Not this soon anyway. He kneeled down in front of her, and slid off his jacket and she was bare. "Doctor?" Hermione asked.

"What? It's nothing I haven't seen before." He replied.

If Hermione could roll her eyes, she would. "If I remember correctly, we were never this intimate."

"True, but I wanted to be." He replied."

"How long has it been for you Doctor?" Hermione asked, as he handed her the T-shirt, putting it on.

"Only an year and a half. I've regenerated since then."

"So have I. But Doctor." Hermione sighed, pulling the covers out from under her and then getting into bed. "It's been about ten tears for me."

He looked at her in shock. "No, Hermione you're joking. Ten years?"

"I was sixteen when we met Doctor. I am now twenty-six. In human years of course. in Time lord years. I'm about 922 years old. Still older then you." Hermione laid her head against the pillow, holding his jacket to her, his scent was the strongest there.

"I can stay if you want, so when you open your eyes, you will see me for the first time." He whispered, sitting on the bed now, his head on her chest. He listened to her two hearts beating together, heathy and strong.

"No, because when I wake up I wont realize that I am in the TARDIS, you wont be the Doctor, just some man. I would rather see you at the console when I walk into the control room. Doctor, I want to see you as if it's the very first time, because for us it will be."

He smiled, she was still the same as ever. Something terrible has happened to her, he suspected the war, but he didn't know. "Okay. Hey Hermione?"

"Yes Doctor?" Hermione asked, as he moved he head away from her chest, leaving it warm.

"I still love you." He kissed her lips, before standing up.

She quickly grabbed his hand. "Don't do this Doctor." She whispered.

"What? I have been waiting to say that for a very long time."

"You need to give her a fighting chance."

"Who?" He asked.

"Amy. Your companion. Give her a fighting chance, don't just come back to me, because I'm here."

"But Amy's... Amy's.."

"She's human, but weren't we all at one point Doctor. Give her a chance. "

"Fine. But I still say that I love you." He whispered, bending down to her ear level.

"Oh that's fine with me." She turned over, holding his jacket tightly.

"Can I have my jacket back?"

"Not a chance." She replied, going to sleep. He smiled, kissing her on her cheek and then walked out of the room, turning of the lights.