Hi all. SlytherinAbby again. This is my first Dramione fic, my second Harry Potter fic. Both WIP.

This fic came to me a few weeks ago and I have been spending all my time planning the story outline and picking the songs. It will most likely be about 8 parts long, all with different songs. And the order is what I like to call in my writing, Tarantino style. Which basically means that the story will not run in order. It will be easy to follow though, so no fear there. I am not thrilled with the length of this first chapter and if I decide to use the full song, the chapter will double in size and be resized tomorrow.

This first chapter takes place the year after Grad. I guessed the ages of Draco's parents, cos... well, it's my story and I can if I want to.

Song: 'No air' by Jordin Sparks

CHAPTER ONE NO AIR

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air

"So, that's it? You come in here and decide to end our relationship, and I'm supposed to accept that without good reason?" Hermione shrieked, tears streaming down her young face.

"I have to be true to my roots and I am definitely not doing that with you." He said, his face absent of any real emotion, a mask he was certainly adept to after a lifetime of practice. He had wanted to throw the word mud-blood into the breakup to finalize it, but he just couldn't will himself to do it.

"Get out!" Suddenly burst from the feisty witch, her eyes blazing and wand aimed at his chest.

"Hermione…"

"Don't. Just get out. I don't want to see your face ever again!" She yelled as she threw a curse at the door, flinging it open to emphasize her point.

"I hope one day you'll understand." He muttered as he left the room, closing the door silently behind him. As soon as she saw that he was gone, she collapsed to the floor and started hyperventilating. With what little strength she had left, already with her wand in her hand, she summoned her patronus. The playful otter was sent to Ginny Weasley, an emergency signal they had thought of during the war, that had defeated Voldemort.

"Hermione?!" Ginny arrived less than a minute after the patronus had reached her, apparating alongside Harry Potter. They appeared, wands at the ready when they discovered their bestfriend unconscious on the ground, clutching her wand.

"'Mione." The former Head-girl could hear the faint sound of her friend's voice, willing her eyes open.

"Gin?" She croaked, not fully waking yet.

"Yeah, it's me." The read-head assured her, stroking her hand. "Don't sit up yet, Harry's fetching the mediwitch."

"But…" She tried fighting, as she opened her eyes and saw that she was connected to a magical IV, pumping potions into her system. "Are these safe… what…?"

"Hermione Granger, calm down." Ginny said holding the older witch down. "The doctors know and wouldn't give you anything to harm the baby, and yes the baby is fine. Unless you keep fighting me, that is." She practically yelled in her face to calm her.

"Oh, thank Goodness." Hermione said, laying back on the bed, her hands immediately cupping the tiny belly that still safely housed her baby. "Does that mean Harry knows?"

"No. I always managed to get rid of him when it came up. And the doctors know that only you and I know about the baby so they are going to respect that." She explained.

"Wow, that's so great."

"So, now that the good news is out of the way, do you want to tell me what the hell happened?" Ginny sat on the corner of the bed, where Hermione's legs were not.

"What did happen?" She asked, herself, a puzzled look gracing her face.

"You sent me your patronus, so we rushed to your place. You were out cold on the floor, and had been crying. I know you were supposed to be telling Draco today about…"

"Don't ever mention that name to me again!" She suddenly burst out, tears starting to leak from her dark eyes.

"Calm down, health and child in danger from psycho outbursts. So I take it he wasn't pleased about the baby?"

"I didn't even get a chance to mention it before he broke up with me." She sobbed. "Now, I never will tell him."

"Ouch."

"I should have put him in the hospital, not me."

"I thought it had something to do with him. Did he leave you passed out on the floor like that, cos I'll Avada him right now and spend eternity in Azkaban smiling for doing it." She threatened.

"No, but good to know." She said sniffing to stop herself from crying. "It happened after he left."

"Asshole. Okay, I am not going to mention his bastard name again, until after this angel is born and I suggest you do that same. It is only going to upset you."

"I know."

I'm here alone, didn't want to leave

My heart wont move, it's incomplete

Wish there was a way that I can make you understand.

Draco tried to busy himself with packing his bag, but the silent felt like it was suffocating him. After he had avoided it for nearly an hour, he picked up one his most prized possessions. Even more precious than his wand. A wizard photograph from the previous summer, him holding tightly to the laughing witch in his arms, as he pulled her in for a kiss, for the photo. He vaguely remembered the She-Weasel being the one that snapped that happy moment, and knew it would be that very witch that was after his blood now. He briefly considered putting the picture in his bag but then put it back down on the table, while he shrunk his bag to the size of a pebble and clipped it to his belt.

He started for the stairs when he saw a flash of green jet across the hall at the bottom. Where he knew his mother had fallen asleep by the fire, reading.

"Yesterday, at approximately one AM, an attack was lodged on Malfoy Manor. Death eaters that have evaded recapture since their escape from Azkaban prison late last week, were said to be responsible for the brutality against the prominent pureblood family. Since the downfall of Lord Voldemort, there has been great competition amongst his former followers for the dark lord's position. The Minister of Magic revealed that the use of the worst unforgiveable, the death curse, was committed to exterminate the family. It has been confirmed that the deceased included convicted death eater, Lucius Malfoy, 43, his wife Narcissa Malfoy (ne. Black), 40, and their son Draco Malfoy, 19. The vast Malfoy fortune has been seized and is to remain the property of the Ministry until all investigations are complete. The only remaining living relative is convicted death-eater, and twice escaped from Azkaban, Bellatrix LeStrange.

Senior reporter, Abigail Sphinx"

If I should die before I wake

It's cos you took my breath away

Losing you is like living in a world with no air

"He's dead?" Hermione cried as he best friend shared the article she had seen in the Daily Prophet. She wanted to be the one to tell her before she read it herself alone, or someone blurted it out insensitively.

"I'm afraid so, darling." The new Headgirl said as she comforted her slightly older friend.

"Are they sure?" Hermione asked, unable to accept that he was gone. She thought that death eaters were the only ones that were immune to the evil they inflicted on others. Now they were taking each other out, loyalty to no one but themselves.

" 'Mione, you know how foolproof the spells are that the Ministry complete. He's gone. I'm so sorry."

She started sobbing, all this too much for her. Draco had been taken from her twice in one week and she wasn't going to get him back. The red head caught her as she collapsed to the ground and they sat in silence for an unknown period of time, the only sound was coming from the distraught curly-haired witch.

"It's all my fault." She finally said after sitting herself up the embrace.

"How do you deduce that from death-eaters storming his house?" Ginny asked, ready to get angry at her friend with genius intelligence and not using it.

"If I hadn't have fought him, or kicked him out so quickly, he would have still been at my apartment…" She paused. "He'd still be alive."

"You don't know that. Death eaters are persistent, if nothing else. They would have kept trying until they got him. And they would have had you in the way, and would not hesitate to kill you, Harry Potter's loyal friend." Ginny tried, but she simply shook her head. "And, might I remind you that he was the one that cut you out, not the other way around."

"If I had just told him about the baby..."

"Not true."

"Wait." Hermione said putting her hand up to silence her friend. Her brows furrowed and the familiar look in her eyes returned that alerted Ginny to what exactly was happening in the older girl's brain. It was brilliance in motion. A look the preceded many a revelation that saved the Golden Trio's life, far too many times in their youth. "He knew."

"What?" Ginny asked, disappointed with the simple and yet cryptic duo of words.

"Draco. He knew the attack was coming. He knew he was in danger and that he had to get out of there or die trying. He hurt me in the most brutal way, so I would not around for the attack, or could be used as leverage, and killed." She explained, before breaking into a new stream of tears.

"What?" Ginny asked, thrown by the sudden outburst of tears.

"He's dead. He died without me telling him he was going to be a father, or what I really feel for him. He died after I told him I never wanted to see him again."

"He was being a bastard, after all. If you'd known what he knew, it would have been different." Ginny tried.

"I guess we'll never know."

But how, do you expect me

To live alone with just me

Cos my world revolves around you

It's so hard for me to breathe