Like any normal day, Draco stood in the doorway of their classroom. Hermione sat on the desk, legs swinging freely. However, today was not a normal day. It was to be their last day together, and they both knew it. They chose to ignore it for the time being, however, and Draco stepped into the room quietly. Closing the door behind him, he knew that there were only a few hours for them, and he wanted to relish them, not waste the time with words that were better left unsaid.

He swept her up into his arms and brought her face to his in a kiss that he hoped could convey all of his love. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and opened the seam of her lips to him, moaning slightly in response to his touch. They stayed like this for many long minutes, until Hermione pulled her face back from his. "You know what tomorrow is, right?"

"Of course I know. How could I not? Tomorrow is the day you leave me." Draco willed his voice not to tremble.

"You know that if I could stay, I would." Hermione leaned against his angled body with a shaking sigh.

"I just wish you would tell me what you have to do. At least give me that much, let me know that you're not just running away from us."

"Draco, I would never run away from you, or us. I love you, despite your past. That's one of the reasons I have to leave. What I'm doing with Harry and Ron will help to end the war, I'm sure of it. Once the war is over, then the world will hopefully be more accepting of us, and we can start anew." Her brown eyes met his grey ones with a glimmer of hope. Draco sighed and touched his lips to hers.

"I know. I'm just afraid for you. I'm more afraid for you than I am for myself, and that's saying something, seeing as I have The Dark Lord living under my roof. I just don't want anything to happen to you." Hermione forced a small smile.

"I'm not the 'brightest witch of our age' for nothing, you know."

"I know, love. Now, that's enough depressing talk for one evening, don't you think?" Draco brought her face up to his and let his hands roam her body before laying her down on the desk her had transfigured into a bed for what he hoped wouldn't be their last time.

Draco awoke the next morning to nothing but a warm spot beside him, and the scent of sex and her. He stared at the indentation that her body had left next to his for many long minutes before plucking a stray hair off of her pillow. One of her hairs. He thickened it, placed it in his pocket, and rose. Right before he transfigured the bed back to it's desk form, he let one silent tear fall.

"Come home safe, love."