This is the second chapter to Darkening Sky. I do not own any Harry Potter. I just created this story. Also anyone who has any idea about the title of the story I mentioned back at the begining of the first Chapter PLEASE let me know. It would be greatly appreciated :)

Thanks. Enjoy.

The battle at Hogwarts only lasted a day and a half but the casualty amount was enormous. The hospital wing was full and many class rooms near the hospital wing were used for the overflow. It was weeks until some of the patients were released and three weeks until Hermione was allowed to leave.

During her time in the hospital he had gone to visit her many times, just to make sure she was still there. Every time he went she was accompanied by potter and weasel but he didn't care. Potter understood his situation and thanked him for saving her, where weasel wouldn't even look at him. They were short visits, just checking in with her, though each time he went she was asleep or unconscious. It was easier that way.

Classes would be starting up again in a few days just giving some of the students more time to recover since Hogwarts was back to its original tip top shape.

Now he was sitting under the tree by the lake glancing at the sky. Today it was light and welcoming which in a way comforted him. He didn't hear the footsteps coming closer, nor did he see the small girl watching him when her footsteps came to a halt.

"Draco?" She asked quietly. He turned to see her standing there in jeans and a Gryffindor shirt. The wind was playing with her hair but she looked fine, only a little confusion and thankfulness danced in her brown eyes.

He nodded giving acknowledgement to her presence as he stood up to lean against the tree.

"I came to ask you something." She said as she walked closer.

"You came to find me Granger?" He asked with a playful and teasing smirk on his face.

"Oh get off you high horse Malfoy." She said. "I wanted to know what happened the night of the battle. After I slipped unconscious."

"What do you remember?" He asked.

"All I remember after I got hit was pain and darkness, and then something like my wounds were closing. Then it all went black." She explained. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"What makes you think I can Granger?" He said. He didn't know why he was being difficult with her again but it was familiar to him, it's what they did, they were hard on each other, no matter the circumstances.

"Ginny said you were the one that brought me to Madame Pomfrey. And I thought I remembered you leaning over me when I first woke up, but maybe not." She said rather confused and disappointed. She started turning away when he called her back.

She turned around and he took a step forward so she had to look up to meet his eyes.

"I was the one that found you. I took out my wand and tried to heal you but you stopped breathing and I had to do it the muggle way. When you finally did begin to breathe again is when you opened your eyes. And the Weaselette was right I did carry you back to Madame Pomfrey." He said giving her a vague explanation on the afternoon events. He expected her to ask a bunch of why questions like why did you care but that's not what she said.

"So you saved me?" She asked.

"Yes." He answered.

"Well thank you then." She said as she smiled.

He took a step forward and cupped the side of her face with his hand causing her to give him a confused expression once again. He leaned down to her level and brushed his lips against hers unbelievably gentle as though if he pressed to hard she would break. It was over in a less than three seconds when then pulled back just far enough to look her in the eyes.

"No thanks needed Granger." He smirked as her face changed from dazed to confusion with a hint of fear. Only this time something struck him. That night when she opened her eyes he had first seen pain and fear in her expression, who was it she expected to see over top of her? It couldn't have been meant for him otherwise it wouldn't have changed to relief so quickly.

"Granger who was it that put you in such bad shape?" He asked her.

"I didn't see anyone." She answered. But she was a terrible liar and he knew you didn't get a cut on your chest if you were hit from behind. Who was it she was protecting?

"Yes you did." He said looking into her eyes looking for any hint of who it could have been.

But she didn't say anything as she shifter her gaze from him to anything but him.

"Why aren't you telling me?" He asked. What did it matter who it was, he was only curious.

"He snuck up on me, came up from behind me with a wand pointed at my throat. He whispered 'Hello Mudblood' in my ear. I didn't scream because I had to think, I had to get away. He told me not to move because he was going to kill me if I did and that he would be doing the world a favour. And then he laughed and said it really didn't matter what I did, whether I moved or not because he was going to kill me anyway. And then I elbowed him in the stomach and ran from his grasp. I turned around with wand in hand but only a few minutes later he hit me with a spell I didn't even know existed and I was on the ground. He laughed again before carving a gash in my chest with another spell and then laughed in my face before he left." She said. Her eyes had glazed over with water and when a tear fell he whipped it off her cheek. Still she had not told him though.

"Who was it?" He asked again hiding the anger in his voice that he had directed for whoever had almost made him lose her even though when this was going on he didn't know just how much her death would have affected him.

"It was your father." She said before looking up to meet his eyes.

He let his hand fall, as an unknown expression took over his face. He knew the dark lord wanted them gone but he had forgotten that would have been a reason for her attacking. And it made sense as to why she at first seemed frightened since he and his father shared many features. He didn't know how to react. His father was his father but this new feeling he had found ever since he saw her lying lifeless was growing stronger every day. He looked at her and she nodded and took a step back before muttering a quick apology and thanks and turning to leave.

He was mad, yes. Mad at his father for doing that, mad at her for apologizing for him, mad at the world for almost taking her and mad at himself for still standing there. But he was also glad, for what his father did only because it gave light to how he felt about her and glad that the world didn't take her.

He took another step forward and snaked his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her into him. He muttered a sorry to her before turning her around and holding her to his chest and buried his face in her neck.

"You know, you owe me for saving your life." He smirked against her skin.

In return she giggled at his unexpected actions and nodded into his chest.

He pulled back just enough to capture her lips once more with his. Only this time it wasn't quite so soft, but it wasn't demanding, and this time she gave in and kissed him back. He pulled her closer to him if possible as she wrapped her arms around his neck and entwined one of them in his hair.

There would be time for the questions surely to follow such as the many why's and there would be time for the confusion surely to follow their actions. They would have time to fix things and understand their feelings later. But right not they only needed the sunshine that peeks through after the darkening sky.

Thank you for reading, this ends off this short story.

I hope you enjoyed it and last time if you know any thing about the story I mentioned in chp. 1 at the begining please give me a heads up.

thanks again

-Animeloverly

P.S. see it isn't as dark as it seemed ;)