Hello everyone! This is my first Dramione (and Harry Potter in general) fanfiction and I hope that you enjoy it :) For now will just be posting this as a short story :D Also, I am planning on updating my two other stories at some point in the future (Titanic and Blood Diamond ones) but for now they are on hold, until I get my new laptop (this is my Mum's) in a few weeks!

Please read and review, constructive criticism is most welcome :D!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot ;)

Draco Malfoy felt sick.

Not the kind of sickness where one wants to throw up, but one where you can't even bring yourself to eat. His appearance had been dishevelled lately, his eyes but a shell of his former self and sallow skin: but it would soon be over. Tonight it would all end.

Tonight, as he washed his face, and put on his clothes, he would kill Albus Dumbledore: he was , he did not want to, however much he despised the wizard: but to kill him? No. He could already hear his words now, whilst he trembled, pointing his wand, and he would say, "Draco, Draco, you are not a killer."

He could already predict it: but if he failed, he would die. His Father would die ( not that he cared).His Mother would die, his beautiful, sweet,Mother, contrary to what Harry Potter thought of her.

Two hours, and it would be over. Prowling, he slipped out of the Slytherin dormitory, and made his way through the common room: he thought the coast was clear, until a voice mumbled.

"Draco? Where are you going?"

Oh, he really could not be dealing with Pansy right now: she would just hold him up, croon over him, and attempt to entice him for a shag. Any other time, he would have said yes, but not now; not for the whole year nearly.

"Away from you," he attempted to smirk in his usual fashion, but she was not buying it.

"Draco," she whispered, "Come on. Don't stress yourself...We can discuss it in...another way," as she moved towards him, touching his chest, with light pokes and prods.

Roughly, he pushed her away: she was confused, to say the least. Although, Draco mused, if he were Pansy, he would be confused as well.

"Fine, be like that," she said, crossly. "But next time you need a fuck, get someone else!"

"Gladly," he snarled, as he pushed open the entrance to the common room, and meandered out of the dungeons.

Click, clack, click, clack, his shoes sounded throughout the corridors'. Hogwarts was abysmally empty tonight, which was unusual. Running a hand through his locks, and kissing the ring that he held so dear from Nacrissa Malfoy, his feet found themselves at the door of Albus Dumbledore's office.

Why did he have to do this?

Hesitantly, he made his way up the steps, after mumbling the password ' pear drops' to the statue very quietly. The boy was turning into a man: wasn't this what he had always wanted? When his Father used to tell him of being a death eater, and how marvellous it was to serve the Dark Lord?

No, a little voice told him, you didn't. You were never given the choice. And he knew that voice, so well...

What would she say if she could see him now? He was glad, really, that she was safe, most likely asleep: unaware of this side to him. A side that she would never see never deserved to see.

He was just about to make his way into the office: he had his wand poised, and could see Dumbledore above him, mumbling loudly to some non-existent , he was eccentric to say the least. He knew he was meant to let the death eaters into Hogwarts, but he had promised Voldermort that he could manage just fine by himself, and he had believed him, thanks to his highly skilled occlumency from his dear Aunt Bellatrix.

However, just as he was about to make his presence known, he was thrown back with a whispered 'Expelliarmus!"

It was then that he saw her: his beloved Hermione Granger, with hair was slung up loosely, yet the wildness still prevalent, as her eyes threatened to cascade into tears: he knew she would not, for her pride was too great, her dignified Gryffindor heart resounding through each vein of her body.

"Draco," she whispered gently, caressing his face. She jolted suddenly, and pulled him back with her, as Dumbledore peered down the stairs. They could hear the fragmented conversation along the lines of "Nothing to worry about...nobody there..."

Draco was breathing loudly, almost on the verge of wheezing and panting.

"Hermione...why are you here?" he squeaked, "How did you know I would-"

"I'm not stupid, Draco," smirked Hermione, she could easily have passed as Malfoy in disguise with a smirk such as that.

"I knew you were up to something, tonight. Don't ask me how I knew; I just...went on instinct I guess. But that's what we Gryffindors' do best, right?" she laughed, hesitantly, and continued, "And then I knew that Harry would not be here, so figured, that something just didn't feel right: so I came up here, and decided to wait and see what would happen."

Draco looked at her, with a confused expression. "Imagine my surprise when you showed up," as she punched him playfully on the shoulder.

He loved her. He loved her, beyond reason, time, space...everything. And he knew it.

"You have to kill him, don't you?" she said painfully, as she snuggled herself against shoulder, whisps of her hair breathing against his pale neck.

"Yes," he choked, tensely. "Hermione...I have to. Or he'll kill me, and my mother, and..."

"Stop," she mumbled.

"You," he finished, biting his lip to hold back his anger. Why did this have to happen?

They were now slumped against the wall, sitting on one of the steps. Draco knew he should have completed the mission by now: Albus Dumbledore should have been dead. But frankly, he preferred holding Hermione in his arms.

"I'll do it," she said, defiantly.

"Do what?" said Draco.

"Kill him. Kill...Dumbledore," she choked.

What? Draco pulled back from her.

"Wha-" she cut him off again, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Hear me out, Draco, please."

He nodded, hesitantly. Had she lost her mind?

"If you kill Dumbledore, everyone will know. The majority will hate you, forever: the son of a death eater, a death eater himself," he flinched at that part, despite knowing its truth, "and after this war is over- believe me, it will end, and Voldermort will not survive- you will most likely die. In Azkaban. Or in battle. And you deserve, a chance, to redeem yourself. To be the good guy for once, and make your own decisions...to love and...Understand," as she kissed him deeply, which he returned, as she continued.

"Understand that I love you. I want to do this, because I love you."

There was a silence for what felt like several hours, and all that could be heard was mumbling from above.

"But, Hermione, you're on Potter's side, however much I hate it," as she smiled at the remark, "and to kill Dumbledore would be a betrayal of him, surely?"

"Harry and I are not the same person. We make our own choices, our own decisions. This is my decision that I want to make, for you."

His eyes softenened. He didn't think it was possible to love a person this much, let alone sacrifice your friends, family, entire life for them. This was what Hermione would do, if she killed Albus Dumbledore.

"And after?" he whispered. "After, you kill him, where would you go? Where would we go?"

"Away," she said simply.

He nodded. They both got themselves up off the cold, stone floor stairs, as she got herself prepared, closing her eyes gently, and taking several sharp intakes of breath.

He turned her around to face him, as her eyes bored into his soul: he felt as though she could see everything, all his secrets, his life, his passions, hopes, dreams...she knew everything, by one look.

"Are you sure?" he checked, one last time. He did not want her to do something that she would regret.

Smiling, she nodded. "I'm sure. Wait for me at the edge of the forbidden forest. After I," she gulped over her words,"get this over, I will meet you there."

"Okay," he said, nervously. She turned to go up the stairs, but not before he pulled her in for a last kiss: a kiss of passion, fire, anger, and every other emotion that he felt was pulled into this concoction, as he ran his hands down her body: if he could, he would shag her, right here, right now, regardless of whether Dumbledore was up above.

After several minutes, they pulled apart, as he breathlessly uttered "I love you, safe."

"I love you too, Draco," she whispered, as she tore herself away, and he watched her tentatively take the steps to kill Albus Dumbledore.

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