WARNING: Chapter contains sexual content.

A/N: Hey all my lovely readers! Alright so, I have decided what the plan is. For this story, it is going to be more chapters, but smaller chapters. I have always posted my stories with quite large chapters and HEY why not try something different? They won't be so short you will be losing your marbles or anything lol, just not the 6000 word ones I have in other fics.

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Chapter Two

One month earlier.

"Draco!" Hermione screamed loudly, her voice echoing throughout the massive corridors of the now abandoned Malfoy Manor. She ran with her auburn hair trailing behind her, twisting around her neck. Her hazel eyes darted back and forth throughout the empty rooms, seeing nothing but old dusty furniture and chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. She clutched a piece of parchment tightly in her palm as she sprinted faster and faster.

"Draco!" She called again, her eyes burning with the wet sensation of tears as she searched desperately for any sign of him. "Draco! Gods Draco, please!"

She slowed down for a moment, hands rested on her slender hips as she attempted to catch her breath. Note of parchment at her side, she gasped and spluttered, sweat moistening her beautiful brow and her heart racing as though she had just completed a marathon.

"Fuck." She whimpered softly, running her nimble fingers through her smooth hair, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed and sucked for air. The fact that she had sworn out loud, which she never did, was proof of just how panicked she really was. She sniffed loudly, looking back down at the piece of parchment and reading it over for about the one hundredth time that day.

She looked around the empty house, which had been abandoned for almost a year. The Malfoys had gone into hiding after the graduation from Hogwarts, to protect themselves from the battle until the time came. Hermione had guessed that they were creating a plan somewhere, sneaking about just as the Order of the Phoenix had done.

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, just as one dribbled down her chin and landed on the note she held, smudging some of Draco's neat and elegant hand writing. She wanted more then anything to find him, to stop him from what he was about to do. She whimpered slightly, never feeling so helpless as she did now.

Dear Hermione,

The last few months I have spent with you, have been the best and happiest of my life. You have helped me see that not everything in life has to be tragic and unpleasant.

However, there is something rather important that I failed to tell you, and I think you deserve to know the truth. My father and the remainder of the Death Eaters have been devising a plot, and the plot involves me. I find myself forced into this situation, and cannot stand the thought of fighting against the people I have grown up with any longer. I do not know what the plot consists of Hermione, or I would let you know right away.

This letter is my way of saying goodbye to you, for tonight I have reached my wits end, and can't stand to live this life of killing and evil a moment longer. I am to end my life Hermione, for the good of everyone. I will not have this world falling into darkness while its fate rests in my hands, that is just too much, even for a Malfoy to bear. Please understand this, and do not fret, for you will be with me one day where I will be waiting for you, I promise you that.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione sobbed uncontrollably, leaving wet blobs on the letter and crumpling it in her hands. She had been too late, he was already dead, she was sure of it.

Draco had been hiding in the abandoned Malfoy Manor for almost a year, while his parents were in hiding with Voldemort. It was the place where he and Hermione had gone to clear their heads and be with each other in peace, without having to worry about being seen or heard. As Aurors and other members of the Ministry searched for Draco, she was mingling with him in his own house, concentrating on a childish romance rather then saving the world.

Then, the girl they called the brightest witch of the age, broke down. She collapsed to the floor, sweaty palms slapped against hard cold tile, tears pooling to the floor and gasps or air escaping from her shivering lips. Her beautiful face was pale and cold, and her arms shook violently.

Draco.

She shut her eyes tight and prayed that this was just a dream.

She had never had anything in her life she had loved or cherished so much, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. The taste of salt filled her mouth as she sucked in sobs, loud and ghostly, wailing, pathetic in the middle of the hall.

Then, as if a light switch had gone off in her smart and pretty head, she thought of something Draco had said to her.

"The bathroom on the top floor is my favorite place to be. The bath is large as a pool, and it's the most comforting feeling. It's the only place I feel that I can relax and clear my head."

She gasped, standing as quickly as she had fallen and sprinting towards the large carpeted staircase leading up to the second floor. She jumped them two at a time, feeling as though she was going to vomit from exhausting. From the top of the stairs she could see Draco's bedroom door, and she began to run faster.

Oh, Please. Please let me be in time.

She slipped slightly on the floor as she skidded into his massive oak door, and pushed it open violently.

No Draco.

She began to panic.

Then she saw steam rising from under the crevice in the bottom of the bathroom door.

Her heart skipped a very sudden beat.

"Draco!" She hollered, pushing the door open and stopping dead in her tracks at what she saw. "Oh no, Draco!"

The crimson color of blood stained the white tiles around her, running through the small cracks between them like straight rivers of fear. She followed the edge of one of the rivers, to the source.

There he was, sitting on the edge of the massive bath, fully clothed, as it filled with several different taps of warm soapy water. He was staring at the bubbles, his face twisted into an almost smirk as he did. He didn't look in pain as the blood pored from his wrists, making the water appear red. A long and sharp dagger, soaked in blood, sat beside him.

He must have been slowly going into shock, for he had not even noticed her.

She ran over to him quickly.

"Draco! Baby!"

She snatched up his face in both of her palms, turning his head to look at her as her tears began flowing steadily again. His eyes were empty and dead looking. She was beginning to panic at the amount of blood he had lost.

The thought of losing him was too much for her.

Sobbing hysterically, and trying to keep it together, she reached behind her and grabbed her wand from her robes, pointing it at the wrist of the boy she loved so much. She looked back at him, resting her hand on his cold forehead and massaging his hairline.

She forced a smile, sniffing violently.

"This is going to hurt." She said quietly, her voice hushed and minute.

Then, without another word, she whispered a healing spell under her breath, and a great blue light left her wand and sealed around Draco's wrists.

Suddenly, a great ear-splitting scream roared through the bathroom, so loud and so tear jerking, it made Hermione sob even harder.

Moments later, the wounds on his wrists were healed, and she was muttering a spell to replenish his blood supply, still sobbing uncontrollably.

He was coming to now, and he looked at her with eyes sparkling. He raised his hand up to her face, lowering his eyebrows and giving the notorious Malfoy glare, as though he had no idea what had just happened. Then, seeing her tears, he placed his other hand on her face as well, and scanned over her eyes gently.

Her tears did not stop falling as he looked at her, and she relaxed her arms, her breath still wild and deep.

His icy eyes pierced into her like knives, and she felt weak as he pressed his forehead to hers, running his hand through her hair.

"Shhh, Hermione," He whispered, as she continued to cry. "Please don't cry."

She sucked inwards, trying to grab the breath to speak.

"Y-you. . ." She paused, taking in another breath, her bottom lip quivering. "PRAT!"

He looked taken back by these words, as her eyes turned angry.

He attempted to soothe her by placing his large open palm on the back of her head, pulling her face right against his. Their eyes locked, and she felt helpless.

"Y-you, were going to just leave me!?" She gasped, inhaling loudly and wiping her tears as best she could. "Leave me alone!? I've found myself enchanted by everything you do, not being able to even imagine being without you anymore, and you were just going to give up!?"

"Shhh."

He kissed her elegantly on the forehead, continuing to stroke her hair with his free hand. "Hermione, please don't cry, not over me."

"Why s-shouldn't I!?" She hissed, pulling her face away lightly and scanning over his beautiful soft features, his face so filled with compassion she felt she would pass out. Her heart rate had begun to slow and her breath was now coming back. "I love you, Draco Malfoy, and no one else. Please don't ever do that again."

He smiled ever so softly, tilting his head to one side, his gaze not leaving hers. Then without another word, he had pulled her into a passionate kiss.

The moment their lips touched, she was plunged into ecstasy. Her breath seized and she stiffened under his palms. Butterflies tickled the inner walls of her stomach as his fingertips caressed her chin, supporting her as he ran his hot tongue alone her lips.

She moaned softly, grabbing hold of his bloodstained robes with her hands and clutching them tightly. Then his tongue slid into her mouth, hot and sweet tasting, and she was lost for all eternity. A hot, wet sensation could be felt between her legs, instantly aroused at his touch, as his hand ran down her arm.

His breathing had magnified, sending hot wisps down her neck and collarbone, making warm shivers travel up her spine. His soft hair tickled her face, and his eyelashes rubbed against her skin.

Then she found herself being lowered onto the tile floor, with him atop of her. The feeling of his strong body against hers sent her falling into desire, and she was kissing him viscously, moaning and whimpering at every touch.

He reached down towards her robes and began sliding them off gently, without taking his eyes off of hers.

A/N: Well it wasn't that short, but shorter then I am used to doing. Sorry about the cliff hanger I just couldn't resist. Besides, I really want to hear what you all think before continuing too far into this fic, because I am not sure it's worth it. There will be a very strong plot, no worries, this is just my opening treat.