Author's Note: Phew, I haven't posted on fanfiction in yeaaaaaars. It's really sad. But anyways. This is my first fanfic in a long time. Please read and review! It's a little OOC and I'm following the plot of the series up to the sixth book. So if you've read Deathly Hallows and you're like 'wtf?' at what I'm writing, just consider this fair warning thanks so much and I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling I wouldn't be up here, would I?

PROLOGUE

"Get out!" Harry screamed. "JUST GET OUT!" I clutched my wand tightly, forming my free hand into a fist. I wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything was going to be okay, but how could I? Voldemort was killing so many people. Not just us, the Order, but innocent people. Innocent witches and wizards, innocent Muggles. Harry, Ron, and I had to go into hiding.

"Harry," I began, my voice cracking, "please. You don't need to be alone right now." I stepped closer, unclenching my fist. I held my hand out to him and he turned back to look at me with angry eyes. "Harry," I said softly.

"You don't understand, Mione," he said, his voice softer now. He looked away from me. "I can't lose her. I can't lose Ginny. If I try to get her, he'll kill me and all will be lost, Mione. How am I supposed to fulfill this goddamned prophecy!" He slammed his hands on the mahogany desk that sat before him. I gripped my wand tightly.

"I have to go do something." I turned on my heels and ran down the hallway to Malfoy's room. I knocked on his door hard. "Damn it, Malfoy! Open your door!" He'd been with us for a few years now. I didn't think Malfoy was cut out to be a Death Eater anyway, but I couldn't really trust him.

But right now, it wasn't about me. It was about Ginny.

"Granger," Malfoy said, annoyed, "to what do I owe this honor?" He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. He crossed his arms, looking at me silently.

"Can you be serious!" I glared at him, huffing as he held his hands up. "I'm going to get Ginny," I whispered. "And I need the layout of Malfoy Manor." He stared at me. "You're going to help me."

PRESENT DAY

Draco and I ended up saving Ginny. She and Harry had their happily ever after. Harry destroyed Voldemort and his Horcruxes and the Wizarding World was back to the way it should have been. However, things did not end well for Draco or me.

Draco and I were Crucio'd the moment Bellatrix and Voldemort sensed us. It was a boon, they said, the love of Harry Potter's life in exchange for Draco and I. Ginny was let go and it was about two weeks before Harry came and got us out of the dungeons in the Manor.

We clung to each other. What were we supposed to do? I suspect that I came to love him, to depend on him. He had incredible strength that no one in the Order ever saw. How did it feel to have your mother do the Cruciatus Curse on you? I would never know. Draco would never forget.