A/N: Hey guys, welcome to my newest FanFic Against All Odds. As you might know, and you better, this is the sequel to Opposing Teams, and because it's a sequel it is very heavily influenced by said fanfic, so I, the author, suggest that you read that one first otherwise this one will make little to no sense what-so-ever (major overstatement, i'm sure you'd be able to understand some bits.) Oh and on this one i've decided to include a disclaimer, like I should have done in the previous one. But that can be fixed... (manic cackle) I LOVE EDITING! WHOOT. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of his magical workings belong to J.K. Rowling, what you don't recognize, BELONGS TO ME... get over it. (giggle)

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Hermione sweated as she placed the last of her boxes into her new room at The Malfoy Manor. It was the weekend after Draco had suggested her moving in, and despite her eagerness to move in, it took a longer time then expected. She looked around and sighed. She decided to take a break and walked out onto her own personal balcony and sat down on the solitary chair and leaned back taking in the now setting sun whilst she reflected upon the last week.

She was shaking as she walked into her house, well technically her parents house. They didn't know that she was moving out, hell, she didn't know that she was moving out until 4 hours ago. She had unbuttoned her shirt revealing the shirt underneath it and was now silently walking through the house in search for her parents. "Mum? Dad?" she said loudly.

"Hermione?" she heard echoed from below. Hermione immediatly followed her father's voice down the basement steps to where they were working on their latest project. Cleaning and organizing the "Dungeon," as they liked to refeer to it.

At first Hermione didn't spot her parents until they moved. They were so covered in dust they blended into the gray brick of the walls. "Wow, I never realized how much of a mess this place was."

"Yeah, neither did we." said her mother wiping dust from her watering eyes. She gave up after another fruitless attempt and just sat down on the washing machine with one eye closed. "anyway, what are you doing here? We thought you were spending the night at Draco's for a couple of nights."

"Well, you see, I am." she began.

"And?" her father questioned sitting back on his butt after digging through another ratty box. "Hey! My old football cleats! I thought I lost those!" he exclaimed looking at them like they were a prized possesion even though you could see the age-old grass stains upon them. "And look! Here's your's Hermione!" he said pulling out a newer, smaller, and slightly less worn-out pair of black and white cleats.

Hermione stepped forward and took the cleats from her father, smling slighty. "I remember these. They're so old." she said fondly remembering how much she loved the game. It was something Dean Thomas and herself had agreed on. She ended up giving it up when she was accepted to Hogwarts. Her summer team was very depressed to see her go but Hermione knew that she couldn't keep playing, especially after finding out that she belonged in a different world then the one she was so comfortable in. Then again, they all thought she was sent away to an all-girls school for years, as if. " There is no way I'll be able to fit into these anymore." she laughed.

"No," said her mother thoughtfully. "I suppose not. Anyway," her mother had an awful knack for saying 'anyway' a lot. " your staying at Draco's but your here, explain."

Hermione smiled slightly, not knowing what else to do, and went to sit next to her mother on the dryer. "Mum, Draco, he- he asked m- me to move in w-with him."

"Oh!" said her mum, her eyes getting wide. If Draco were there he would find out in an instant where Hermione's facial expressions came from. "Well, Hermione, that's wonderful dear! But, I thought you and Draco weren't that serious."

Hermione scooted a little away from her mum. "What makes you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Considering the fact that yesterday was the first day I've even heard of him." she said smiling, she loved to torment her daughter sometimes.

"Mum," Hermione said embarrased.

"Hermione," said her mum and dad at the same time causing her to laugh. "No, seriously honey, we didn't know, but then again, we don't know a lot of things." said her Dad standing up after slowly placing the cleats back into the box. He smiled at his daughter and she smiled back.

"Well," her mum said after a few moments of all around smiling. "What'd you say?"

"I said yes." said Hermione. "But I wanted to make sure that it was ok with you before I did."

"Well, if your sure, which i'm sure your sure, then it's ok with me." said her mum and her dad nodded back. "But you must tell me everything about your handsome and dashing Draco."

"Mum," said Hermione again.

"Hermione," they said again before hugging their little, well not so little anymore, girl.

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"Of course we'll help." Said Ron and Ginny. Hermione decided to stop at the Burrow one afternoon to see everyone. Much to her shock, and Ginny's dissapointment, Harry had already found a place to move to. Even though it wasn't very far away it still made Ginny depressed, though very slightly, as he came to visit almost everyday. "Just tell us when."

"It's got to be soon." Said Hermione sitting down, nursing a cup of tea between her hands from a chipped daisy mug. " I leave next month for Nuada's. But now, I don't have to worry about the board or anything! I'm taking my apparition test next week and Draco's house is connected to the Floo network. Mum and Dad's isn't and I can't apperate there without causing suspicious. To many nosy neighbors."

Ron and Ginny listened to this rambling all in silence before Ron snorted trying to cover up his laugh.

"What!" she asked.

"Your rambling like a love sick lunatic!" said Ginny now smling broadly. "Hey! That rhymed! I'm a poet..."

"And you didn't even know it?" finished Hermione.

"Oh shut up you!" Ginny said sticking her tongue out.

"Very Junvinile Ginny."

"Well, guess what? I'm allowed to be, I'm not 17 yet. so..." she said before pausing. "take that!" she finished somewhat lamely, causing Hermione to laugh.

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Ginny and Lindsay helped Hermione pack while the boys (Draco, Ron and Harry) took her already packed stuff over to the Manor since they were the ones who could apperate and the girls couldn't.

When it came down to it Hermione had suggested, and Draco agreed, that for the time being Hermione should have her own room in the Manor. So Draco let her pick the room and she chose the guest room right across from his suites. It had a big window, that lead to the balcony which she was currently standing on,on the far side with big tall green curtains (she made a mental note to change that), the walls were a pale sort of green (and that as well), the furniture was gorgeous though. It was light brown wood with metal supports. There was a queen sized bed, a dresser with a huge mirror ontop, an armoir, a vanity and a full-length mirror, and all was placed around the space so it filled it nicely. There was a large closet and her own bathroom attached (Hermione particularly liked this feature. It had a large tub and seperate shower with a view of the backyards to remember.).

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Hermione jerked out of her daze when a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. She was still a little jumpy but calmed when she saw it was Draco. "Hey you." she said softly.

"Hey," he said wrapping his arms around her from behind. He put his chin on her shoulder.

"Where is everyone?" she asked quietly, as if she were afraid to speak normally because that would break the mood she was feeling right now.

"Well, you see, they have lives too. Ginny and Ron are back at the Burrow. Lindsay is safely at home, I saw to that one, Harry had to go to Quidditch practice or some nonsense like that." Earlier that month, just after they all got out of school a scout for the Chuddly Cannons came and spoke to Harry saying since that our seeker has decided on an early retirement after a nasty bludger incident last week, we're looking for a new seeker and I have it on several referrences, which include Madam Hooch and Professors McGonnagal and Dumbledore of Hogwarts school that you're an excellent Quidditch player.. and you can imagen how the rest of that conversation went. Right at the moment he was still 'in training' but that was due to stop as the season was about to end and the new season begin come fall. "and you and I are standing here, at my family home, on your balcony staring at a sunset on, quiet possibly, the most exhusting day of my life."

"Aw, come on, you don't mean that!" said Hermione standing up and going into his arms again.

"No, I really think I do. No, wait." he said as if he were deep in thought. "There was one other day that would quilify as more exhusting then this."

"And what day would that be?" she asked, now, not quiet liking the glint in his eyes.

"The day I thought I'd lost you." he said softly looking into her eyes seriously.

Hermione gave him a tiny smile and then hugged herself around him tighter as if she were trying to kill the chill that suddenly went through them both. He held her tight and vowed to himself that he would never let anything, ANYTHING ever happen to his dear Hemione. "I love you Draco."

"I love you too." he said smiling again, he kissed her forehead and watched the sun finally sink under the horizon for the first time of the rest of his life. Everything had changed and he was determinded to make this work despite the fact they were both going against all odds.

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A/N: Well, that's chapter number one. I hope you guys liked it. Kudos to everyone who reviewed OT and future Kudos to my, hopefully, up and coming reviewers! I love you guys Brittany