Chapter 2
It was midnight when she left the vial on the warmer. She went to her cabinet and grabbed her blankets and her pillow. With a flick of her wand all the lights were turned off in her make shift lab. She propped open a cot which she placed right next to Draco's incubator. The only visible light in the lab was the lone flame that kept her potion warm. She laid down on her back and stared at the dark ceiling. She slowly closed her eyes and was immediately dreaming. She was back at Hogwarts. It was sixth year by now. They had kept their relationship quiet by then. They both did not know it would last at all. They weren't even quite sure when it all began. All they know is, that since that night on the lake they started meeting in the room of requirement. They both stayed quiet. They would do their homework assignment, then move to the couch with a blazing fire roaring in front of them and they would each read a book. They enjoyed the others company and the silence. Then a couple of days later after repeating their usual routine. They were sitting on the couch as usual when Draco reached over and grabbed her hand. He waited for her reaction and to his surprise she reacted by lightly squeezing his hand back. It didn't escape her sight the small smile that showed on his face.
Hermione woke up with a smile on her face recalling her dream. She looked over at Draco and studied his face. He was paler then usual. His plump lips were slightly parted, his long eyelashes surrounded his close lids. His white blond hair surrounding his head like a halo, it was long and she didn't have the heart to cut it. He looked absolutely beautiful. She couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. She reached into his incubator and grabbed his hand and wept. She missed him so much. She missed everything about him, his caresses, his kisses, his strong arms that help her perfectly. She looked at the time, it was three in the morning. She couldn't wait anymore. She got up and magically stored away her cot, blanket, and pillow. She grabbed the vial and did a quick diagnostic to make sure she made no error with this potion. Everything came out positive. However, the last part of this potion was the hardest and most crucial part. She looked at the vial closely, it was a transparent golden color with little emerald flakes floating around. She put the vial down, leaned over her counter and closed her eyes. With out meaning too, she remembered one of the most tragic nights of her life.
Harry had killed Voldermort. There was no rejoicing however, on the side of the light. Everyone was in mourning. She left the Weasleys surrounding Fred's body to go look for Draco. There were to many bodies covered in white sheets. She couldn't look at them, she refused to see if one of them could be Draco. She ran around the perimeter of the forbidden forest. Then she heard him. Lucious Malfoy.
"you are no son of mine" she walked into the scene and saw Draco on the ground struggling for breath bloodied and bruised. Draco sensed her presence, he looked up and their eyes locked. His eyes told her everything. He loved her. She looked over at Lucious who is about to put another curse on his son. She quickly tried to stupefy him, but Lucious was quick.
"well if it isn't the little mudblood" he said.
At the that Draco stood up, "Don't call her that"
"well, well , well isn't this interesting." Lucious Said.