(a/n) sry it took so long, my grandma is slowly dieing and i am sad :( that's why this is depressing, i needed to write a sad story. Anyway, i promised a longer chapter, well this took me a long long time to write and it's very long...enjoy it. R&R

Unlikely, but still a small Maybe

Chapter 2

"Wait, I thought you were dead." Draco stated a bewildered look on his face.

"Well you thought wrong, now didn't you?" Was all she replied.

"But—How?" Needless to say, Draco was confused.

"It's a long story, and one I don't really feel like explaining." She took another sip of her drink.

"You know, you really need to stop drinking." Draco said after he finally was able to speak without stuttering again. Hermione just shrugged.

"Come on." Draco said and pulled her out of her seat. He dropped some money on the counter and tried to pull her out of the pub.

"I can pay for myself thank you very much." Hermione said and glared at him.

"Really it's okay, I got it. Know lets get out of here. I want to talk to you."

"Then talk."

"Privately." He said, his temper was rising.

"Whatever." Hermione didn't really care anymore where she went or what she did.

'My life is over. There is nothing left to live for. What the hell do I care if he kills me, I'd just be back with Harry and Ron and my parents.' Hermione thought bitterly, she felt tears well up in her eyes at the thought of all thoughts everyone she had lost. She pushed them back. She refused to cry. She had spent to long crying. She would not cry, especially in front of Malfoy.

She let him pull her out of the pub.

'Well that was surprisingly easy, I figured she'd make a scene or something.' Draco thought. 'But then again, that's the Hermione I thought I knew ,but then again, the Hermione I thought I knew was dead.'

"Explain." He said coolly as soon as they were out side and away from other people who could over hear their conversation.

"Now why would I do that? Why should I explain anything to you? You're one of them." She spat out the last word like a curse.

"Hermione," Draco said, this time in a softer kinder voice. "I can help you, just explain."

This was a side of Draco Hermione had never seen. A tired side. The side that was still only 18 years old like her. Still a teenager, still a person.

'I may as well tell him.' Hermione thought. 'After all, I have no one else to tell.'

She sighed, it had been so long since she had talked to anyone, some long since she had allowed her memories back in to her head. She finally spoke. Her voice had lost its power and anger. It's bossiness too.

"You want to know what happened? I'll tell you, but it's a long story." Draco merely nodded.

Her voice was slow and tired. It was soft and gentle. She began to retell the long story that had left her where she was today.

"It all started at the beginning of fifth year, I guess. Voldemort was back. Harry was supposed to be learning occumency (sry bout the spelling) . Snape just made things worse. I could tell he wasn't learning anything, so I started legetamy and occumency my self. I also became an illegal animagous (spelling once again). I can turn in to an amour leopard." She transformed quickly to show him.

She started her tale again, "Then I did something both powerful and risky." She paused. "If you know anything about ancient magic, there is something called a blood bond. It's a sacred art as some people used to call it. I blood bonded myself to Harry." She held uo her right hand to show a lightning bolt shaped scar on tip top of her thumb. "I used his scar. It confusing with potions and spells, I did it while he was asleep. I never had the chance to tell him what I did, he never knew." She stopped again, she was staring of into the distance.

"Anyway, with the blood bond, I was able to do occumency for him. I could enter him mind and hold up 'walls' against people trying to read his thought. I could give him instructions or advice, especially in battle. He always figured it was is conscience, he told me so once, but it was really me. I tried so hard to keep him strong and alive. I gave him all the happy memories I had in the form of dreams, I tried to take away his sadness and hurt by bringing it into myself. I guess it just wasn't enough." She was staring in to the horizon once again.

"It's not an easy thing to do, hold up someone else's mind and your own while fighting in a battle. It wasn't easy to do all the research and try to make sure Harry was happy so he could stay strong. I blew it in the final battle. I lost control of his mind. He paused to wonder what had happened. That's when he was murdered." Hermione stopped and turned to face Drace, she had previously turned away so he wouldn't see her silent tears.

The power and command was back in her voice now. "Next time you see your master, tell him he wasn't good enough to kill the famous Harry Potter. He wasn't strong enough. It was me. I messed up and he died. It's all my fault that Voldemort one the war. Tell him that—" She started walking away before Draco could react.

Then she turned to face him once more, "and Draco, let him know that he can send you with his thanks to me." Then she was gone.

She knew Voldemort wouldn't thank her. He'd probably try to get information out of her, torture her and kill her.

She pushed those thoughts from her mind as she walked through the darkness, back to 12 Grimwald place. The empty mansion that all her friends and the order once shared. It was bare and empty now. Just like she thought her heart was.

But maybe, just maybe, she was wrong. Maybe she could learn to love again and be the caring person she once was. It was Unlikely, but still a small Maybe.

(a/n) yes it is rather depressing...sry bout the spelling. I was thinking bout my grandma when i wrote it so that will explain the sadness. it is very long, so i expect reviews, especialy from my silent readers!!! thanx so much to my three reviews, one of who is my beta for my other story. i'd love to hear your compents, critiques and suggests, compliments are nice too :)

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