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Harry and Ginny are dating

Hermione and Ron are just friends

Voldemort is dead

Ron and Ginny are staying with their family at the Burrow

Harry is staying in an Muggle apartment in London

Hermione is staying at her own house, not with her parents

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Draco's POV

Yesterday's fight had gone as planned. None of the Aurors died. I did lose a lot of my team though. Nevermind. Losing a bunch killers doesn't matter to me. But isn't that what you are, Draco?

I sat still on a rock stool with a mug of coffee in my hands, listening to my man-made waterfall. I had found out long ago that splashing water calm my nerves. The fire that I had used to dispose the bodies was still burning brightly beside me. I stared into the distance, not wanting to concentrate on anything. I was still sipping my mug of coffee when he apparated in front of me, or more like he flew out from the sky. I didn't look up when he called my name.

"We're still watching, you know," Blaise said coldly.

I ignored him, and focused on sipping my coffee instead. I heard him sigh beside me. He placed a hand gently on my shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay," Blaise apologized.

He waited for my response but did not get one.

So, he continued, "Whatever happens, I'm still your friend."

I snorted in disgust. "Friend? You call yourself a friend?" I turned to him, feeling a little betrayed.

"Hey!" Blaise raised his hands to surrender. "Its just that…we've always been so close mate. Ever since the Dark Lord-" He stopped mid-sentence as I turned to glare at him. His expression slowly turned irritated.

"Look, I just came to deliver a message, okay? No need to get all wound up on me," he defended himself. "Attack at the Ministry at 1.30 noon. Today." And without waiting for my answer, he disapparated.

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Hermione's POV

Why did Draco acted so weird yesterday night? Why didn't he fight back? Why didn't he kill? Is it possible that Draco still has some good left in him? After all, what he had said in the court room the night Voldemort died…

Yesterday night he seemed to be so relaxed. He didn't even try to defend his Deatheaters. Or maybe he had turned so heartless that he did not even care about his own people. I shuddered as I thought of that. no, it can't be. Draco couldn't be this heartless man. There must be something he's not telling me.

Other then the strange discovery about Draco's behavior yesterday night, the day carried on as usual. I went back to the Ministry for yet another meeting. We have meeting almost everyday now. Harry was worried about being not prepared. But in truth, I don't think the meetings were helping us out much. Its all about keeping track of where Draco and most of the Deatheaters were. And they were pretty much at the same place everyday.

"Hermione," Harry's voice called my name.

I looked up.

"It's your shift today," he told me.

I nodded my head. I had already expected this. I hadn't had my shift this whole week. Starting from the beginning of the week had been Neville, Lavender, Ginny, Percy and Fred. I would take my shift willingly everyday since it meant spying on Draco. That's how we keep track of their activities and where they were. My shift would start after lunch.

Dark clouds were looming above my head, threatening rain when I stepped out the Ministry door. I turned left into a small path that would take me to the back of the Ministry where there is a wide field for us to apparate. I hurried my footsteps to make in time to the field before the rain falls.

I turned a bend and I trip over some stones. My arms were flailing everywhere, trying to regain my balance. I was about to hit the ground when a pair of stone cold hands gripped my robe and pulled me back up roughly.

I spun around to see who my rescuer was. I gasped.

"Granger," he sneered.

"Blaise," I managed to choke out his name.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he mocked.

I twisted to get free but that only tightens his grip on my collar. He pointed his wand in my face and shove me up against the wall.

"Any last words?" his wand his poking into my neck so hard that its possible to kill like this without the Killing Curse.

Blaise leveled his face with mine. I closed my eyes as he whispered, "Avada Ke-"

I opened my eyes. Why had he stopped? I looked down at Blaise's hand and realized that his wand was gone. Blaise was starring at somebody, his face was of horror and anger. I turned to see Draco Malfoy standing just a few feet away.

"Get. Off. Her," Draco's voice sounded like daggers piercing through my skin.

Blaise paused just a second longer before he retreated. Draco turned to me and said in the same unforgiving tone, " Get back home."

"But I-," I started.

Draco glowered at me so fiercely that I shut my mouth and began walking backwards towards the apparating ground. Draco watched me go and when he was sure I wouldn't turn back, he strode back to the Ministry front door.

I continued walking until I reached the field. I was ready to do what Draco had said when I was startled by a piercing scream coming from the inside of the Ministry. I looked up and saw Deatheaters attacking the Ministry. Curses were flying to and fro and windows were being smashed. As I watched, stunned, a Deatheater fell through the highest window and collapsed on the ground unmoving. This snapped me back to the present and I ran as fast as I could back to the Ministry.

The Ministry were a wreck when I got in. George Weasley was fighting a Deatheater when I got in through the door. He narrowly missed a Killing Curse and at the same moment, he killed the Deatheater. I hurried further into the Ministry and found Ginny and Lavender surrounded by five Deatheaters. I managed to kill two before they realize I was even there. After I made sure Ginny and Lavender were safe, I made my way upstairs.

All departments were destroyed. Tables and chairs were broken into a tiny shards of wood. The glass fountain that stood on the first floor foyer was broken into a million tiny pieces. I stood horrorstruck for a moment, slowly absorbing the tragedy before me.

I made my way slowly up the stairs, finding each floor worse than the one before. Finally, I reached the top floor, the only floor that was not yet destroyed. A Deatheater stood staring out the window, unaware of my presence. I took the chance and aim my wand at him.

"Do you really want to kill me, Hermione?"

The voice startled me. I jumped back a few paces and nearly dropped my wand.

"I…I didn't know it was you, Draco," I said.

He turned to face me and in the same motion, he took off his mask. He shook his blonde hair free and looked at me with his steeling eyes that has now turned silver. Without pausing to think, I walked towards him and I did not stop until I was in his arms. He wrapped his arm around my waist but it didn't feel like a embrace. I clung to his neck not willing to let go. He pried my fingers open and held my wrists behind my back.

"Go home, Hermione. I don't want you to get killed," he told me in a monotone.

He placed his mask back and left bringing the other Deatheaters with him. I stood rooted on the ground for a long time until Ron came finding fro me. Relief filled his face when he saw me. He reached for my hand and guided me down the stairs and out the of the Ministry.

The Ministry didn't look as damaged as it is from the outside. All windows on the third floor was crashed. The Deatheater that had fallen was still lying on the ground. I was pretty sure he's dead. Everyone stood crowded in front of the building for a moment, grieving for what was lost. I searched the crow for Harry and found him huddled together with Ginny, Ron and Lavender.

I walked over to him and put my arms around his shoulders. He looked up when I did that. His eyes were dry though, but the pain on his face was enough to know how much he was suffering inside. I patted his back and comforted him. In all the commotion, I saw Molly Weasley coming towards us through the crowd. Her eyes were brimming wet with tears. Ron hugged her and told her it was okay.

When everyone had calmed down, I found out that Percy, Fred and Luna was badly hurt. They had already been moved to the hospital wing. The storm that had been threatening to fall since just now was now thundering on us. Everyone hurried to the field to apparate back home. I remembered about Percy and Fred and so I apparated to the hospital wing with Ron and the rest of his family. Harry came with us.

Healers were running about in the hospital. Patients were waiting in long queues to be treated. A few that I didn't recognize was dripping blood onto the floor. A Healer approached us and brought us to Fred and Percy's room.

Percy was unconscious. Fred was looking as though he might pass out anytime. Molly began crying again at the sight of her injured sons. I sat by their bedside while Fred told us how he and Percy got hurt. Fred was fighting Zabini when he glanced sideways and was a curse aiming straight at Percy. He yelled to Percy to duck but was too late. Zabini took the chance and hit him with a Imperius Curse. Fred saw Percy fell before he was hit with another curse that hit him unconscious.

I sat there listening for half an hour when a Healer came in and told us Fred needed his rest. I apparated home and locked myself in my bedroom. I was undressing when I saw a shadow passed by my window. I froze. My bedroom was on the second floor. The shadow I saw was in the shape of a human. How could someone walk pass my bedroom window? Seconds later, a soft thud sounded on that window. I jumped startled.

I picked up my wand and edge my way across the room. I grip the curtains and snatched it open. I gasped when I came face to face with my visitor.

A/N How's it guys? Hope my story's not getting boring…

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