Chapter 8

A/N: Sorry for the long delay….

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and that's not my name…damn.

Recap: "What are you waiting for Draco?" Voldemort yelled from behind him. Draco looked around and saw all the Death Eaters. They looked hungry for the kill. They would gladly do it in his place. His eyes fell on his father. He looked at him saw it clear in his eyes. "Do it or your dead too. She's just a mudblood"

Draco turned his attention to her again. How could he do this?

"Don't do it Draco. You're not like them. Don't you love me?" She said.

"No. Avada Kedavra"

Draco's eyes flashed open at the end of this nightmare. He couldn't move his body at all. He felt paralyzed all over. That was not what he expected. He was her killer in the nightmares. Did it mean he would kill her in reality?

He needed to stay away from her. He will lie about the intel he's suppose to get from her. He rather die then be her killer.

All of a sudden there was an urge in his stomach. Draco jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. Promptly lifting the toilet seat and retched. He kept doing so for a while that he was sure he threw up everything he had eaten in the past three days. He decided to not move just in case there was more.

Then Hermione walked in. She stared at him for a bit and then surprisingly came up to him. She knelt down in front of him. Tenderly feeling his forehead and checking out his eyes. He guessed she came to some conclusion because she got up and started pulling things from the bathroom cabinets. Draco watched her as she started mixing and crushing things into a cup. Her hair was thrown into a bun and she had on a blue silk nightie that only just covered her bum. Her face didn't give away to any emotions. Draco knew he threw up because of nightmare but was confused as to why she was helping him.

She shook the contents and then handed the cup to him. He must of have given a strange look because she rolled her eyes and spoke her first words to him. "I'm not trying to poison you Malfoy, it's a replenish potion. It sounded like you emptied your stomach and therefore you lost a lot of nutrients and energy. Drink it and you will feel better."

"Thanks." Draco took the cup from her but he knew in the back of his head this wasn't what he needed a remedy for. He also noticed he was back to being "Malfoy" which did irk him. Hermione cleaned up while he drank the potion. Once he finished she washed the cup.

Without warning she pulled him up and let him lean his body weight on her.

"I can walk Hermione." Draco said weakly.

She didn't answer but walked him to his bed. She sat him down gently and let him get comfortable. When he seemed fine, she walked away but Draco called out.

"Why?"

Hermione turned and face him with a voice clear as a bell said "One of us has to be the strong one." Then she left.

Draco looked at the door. Either she just insulted him or she still considers them as a couple. Maybe it was both. All he knows was that everything just got a whole lot more complicated.

DM/HG

Hermione was gathering her books that she had scattered on the floor. Stuffing them into an already stuffed bag. She knew she shouldn't have helped him last night. He didn't answer when she asked him if he cared for her. That was as good as saying no. But she heard he him retching in the bathroom. It sounded like he was sick and vulnerable. Each heave pulled the strings that he had on her heart.

She got suckered into helping him because the thought of him in any pain gives her pain. When she came back from detention she cried. Cried while doing homework and cried herself to sleep. She believed that her tear ducts were bone dry because she had cried so much in a short period of time. Though during the night just before she heard him vomiting she also heard him screaming. He was screaming her name. Why? She didn't know and never will because he wouldn't tell even if she asked. It was obvious it was a nightmare and he had been doing it before. Now that Hermione thought about it Draco was having nightmares every night since the day he shut her out. Also she stopped having the dreams about him.

'What if we were having the same dreams since the summer and didn't know we were? But how would that explain Draco's nightmares? Why aren't we having the same nightmares if we were having the same dreams? Argh! These are the things we need to discuss, they could be forewarnings or visions…I mean we live in a magical world anything is possible.'

Hermione finished packing her things and lifted the bag unto her shoulder. She stopped in front of her mirror just to check the eyes. Hermione had put a concealment charm in hopes to hide the monstrous blood red eyes she got from crying.

Walking out of her room she wasn't paying attention until she bumped into something or rather someone. Hands reached out and caught her by the arms. Hermione looked up and saw Draco in front of her. His large hands had a good grasp on her arms. The bump had knocked her breathless but his face was the reason why she could no longer breathe regularly. Now he looked like the Draco she knew. He probably charmed himself as well because he looked unkempt yesterday. Today his skin had it's pale lucidity back and his platinum locks had a blinding shine to it. Draco's smile had the alluded to his famous smirk. He looked like an angel and he used to be hers. She called him Malfoy last night because that was a cheap way of hurting him. He would always be Draco in her head. But she could never hurt him as much as he had hurt her in these past few days.

"Are you ok Hermione?" Draco asked.

'He still calls me Hermione…No of course not! You have shut me out and told me without any words you didn't care for me. What do you expect me to be like?'

Without responding she released herself and walked out through the portrait.

DM/HG

Hermione made it to breakfast and sat next to Harry. Ron wasn't there yet, probably sleeping still. Ginny was also no where to be seen but Hermione had no clue as to where she would be. Glancing at the Slytherin table and saw Blaise wasn't there either. 'Nevermind…'

"Hermione?" Harry asked her.

"What?" Hermione responded.

"Do you want to come with me to look for a horocrux on Friday? Ron can't come because he's going to take my place and make sure the Gryffindors practice for Saturday's game."

"Do you know where to look for it?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

Harry got shifty and his eyes wouldn't meet hers.

"Where is it Harry James Potter?" Hermione said firmly

"I got it on a lead from Lupin…it's Malfoy Manor"

Hermione froze. She knew Draco was a Death Eater as was his father. He could have hidden tons of things for Voldemort there. But to go there snooping for something? It would feel weird. She would be searching her ex-boyfriend's house.

'That may not be a bad idea dear'

Not now, go back to sleep.

I don't sleep, I'm your conscience.

Whatever, I don't feel like hearing you right now.

Well that just tough! If you search his house you might find out what he is hiding. It's not like he's going to tell you. Do some investigating and you might get some answers.

I would never be able to confront him on it because he would wonder how I got the information. I can't tell him I went to his house looking through his house.

This is true but at least you have answers.

What good are the answers if you can't talk about them?

Silence. Hermione had stumped her own conscience. 'Great. Aren't they supposed to be all knowing?'

A hand was waving in front of Hermione's face. She turned to see who it was attached to. Harry was waving his hand while looking at her strangely.

"What Harry?" She asked

"Are you ok?" He looked concerned.

"Yes."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I am."

"Were you thinking about Malfoy?"

"No"

"Hermione you can tell me what's going on, you do know that? Has he said anything else to you?"

"Yes I know that. No he hasn't"

"Then why don't you talk to me anymore? You use to tell me everything and now it's like you've shut down. I know it hurts but it's going to eat you from the inside. You look like you're dying."

Hermione hung her head. She knew she should talk to someone about this. Harry is the only one really she could trust with such information.

"Well something did happen last night…" Hermione started.

"What?" Harry said in alarm.

"It's nothing serious it just during detention with Slughorn we talked. I told him he could end this break or whatever it is with just telling me the truth. He refused again. We went back and forth over why he should tell me. Why he won't tell me saying I was better off without him. I told him he doesn't get to decide what's good for me, I do."

"Okay…"

"I…I had asked him if he…" Hermione began to shake and tears threatened again. Harry immediately put his arms around his friend. He would murder Malfoy if there was no way Hermione would find out.

"What did you ask Hermione?"

She took a deep breath. "I had asked him if he cared for me."

"What did he say?"

"That's just it, he didn't say anything. He was silent and just stared at me."

"Well…Hermione, that's not so bad."

"WHAT?" Hermione rounded on Harry. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. She couldn't believe he just said that.

"Hear me out Hermione. I can't believe I'm about to defend Draco Malfoy but he didn't say yes but he didn't say no."

"Exactly! I'm failing to see how that isn't so bad Harry."

"Hermione it means it could go either way and usually in these kinds of situations the person mean yes but they don't answer to make you think they don't care for you in order to make life easier. I don't have any idea what he might be hiding but maybe he's doing it to keep you safe, he is a Death Eater. Maybe you are better off without him."

"I'm not Harry. You said I looked like I was dying. I am but not because I haven't been sharing my feelings it's because I don't have Draco in my life. I love him."

Hermione turned back around in her seat. She saw Draco talking with Blaise who appeared from some place but he left his food untouched. He looked up and saw her staring at her. She wanted to look away but couldn't because he held her there. He looked sad and worried. This was one of the longest looks they shared until it was interrupted. Some Slytherin first year brought Draco something. It looked like a letter. He opened it and instantly became angry. It was just like when he received that large envelope. Draco got up and left the Great Hall. Hermione followed him out.

"Hermione if you want I could get Ron to come Friday and have Ginny make sure the team practices for Sat. If you go I need you to check your emotions at the door. We are there to get the horocrux and get out. We aren't going there to snoop." Harry gave her a knowing look.

Hermione sometimes wondered if Harry perfected Legillmency on his own because it seemed he knew exactly what she thinking at the time. "Don't worry I can separate my emotions from the job Harry. I'm in."

DM/HG

The rest of the week past by in a blur for Hermione. She was staring Friday evening in the face. Soon she was going to meet Harry and they were going to fly to Hogsmeade to meet with Lupin, McGonagall and Slughorn.

She hadn't seen Draco since that morning he stormed out the Great Hall. She had to run yesterday's Prefect meeting by herself. Not that she needs him for that but just because he ran from her, doesn't mean he can run from being Head Boy.

Hermione had dressed carefully for tonight. Jeans because they would allow her to move freely. A thick black sweater to keep warm and to avoid detection. Of course she put on black sneakers. Her wand was secured safely in a wrist device that would let it shoot out when the password was said. Hermione made her password 'truth'.

She didn't know what she was going to find. But she was somehow going to get to search his room for something. Maybe whatever he was hiding was in a letter and he left it at home. He could be going back forth from school and home since Heads have privileges to leave whenever they want. The one thing she was afraid of was not being caught but not finding any answers. It would mean she was still stuck in the dark, Hermione wanted…no needed answers. There has to be plausible and justifiable reason for Draco to shut her out. For him to pretend he doesn't care. Maybe she could get answers to their dreams and his nightmare. He could have kept a journal but he doesn't seem the type to do so. Hermione didn't tell Harry about how she heard Draco screaming and vomited in the bathroom. It seemed too personal. She still wanted to protect him no matter how bad he's made her feel.

Hermione was sitting on her bed when she heard the portrait slam. She ran out to go see even though she knew who it was.

When she got to the common room there was a soaked and muddy Draco Malfoy standing in the kitchen. He looked up and saw her standing there. His face was trying not to smirk, smile or do anything that would betray his real feelings. Hermione saw the muddy tracks coming from the portrait.

"You know you could have cleaned yourself before you came in. Now that's extra work for the house elves." Hermione said.

"There house elves, that's what they are here for." Draco responded

"That doesn't mean you should make extra work for them because they have to clean up after you."

"You bloody self-righteous Gryffindors! That's what they are here for and they like serving people."

"But they should be treated with respect and be paid."

"I'm really sick of you Gryffindors right now."

"Why?!?"

"Your bloody Weasel got permission to get the pitch tonight for practice for tomorrow's game. Therefore kicking my team off."

"Well you have to share the pitch and he's not my 'weasel' he's my friend. "

"Whatever."

Some silence passed before Draco spoke again.

"You aren't upset because I made tracks. What is it?"

"You know damn well why I'm upset"

"I told you-"

"Yes I know! You can't tell me. You don't care for me, so you make me suffer."

Draco made his way over to her and stood inches from her. "Why are we going over this again if you already know I can't tell you?"

"Because I still want to know! I deserve to know!"

"How do you know I don't care for you?"

"You didn't answer when I asked you, making it crystal clear that you don't"

"No answer doesn't mean 'no' Hermione. You have no I idea what I feel inside."

"Well that's because you don't tell me anything!" Hermione was just getting angrier and angrier. She was tired of being thwarted.

"That doesn't mean you get to assume my answer! Like I said better off without me. I'm not good for you. You could end up hurt because of me and I don't think I could live with myself if that happened." Draco had taken off his gloves and was about to touch her face but dropped it. He became stoic after that brief moment of weakness.

"Why were you screaming my name last night?" Hermione asked

Draco's face froze in horror. "You heard that?"

"Yes. Now why?"

"How much did you hear?" His voice quivered.

"My name, 'No I don't want to do this' and just a bunch of screaming. Why?"

"Can't tell you." Draco was about to walk away from her but she screamed.

"So help me Merlin, Draco Abraxas Malfoy! I can't figure you out. I've tried to pretend I don't care but I can't! I'm sick of you not answering me! I hate being in the dark. I've tried to hate you but I can't but all I want to do is be in your arms. You are doing a horrible job trying to protect me. It doesn't matter if I get hurt anymore because I'm dying! I'm dying without you" She could feel hot tears streaming down her face. Her small frame shaking with anger. Hermione turned from him and left through the portrait. At least she was going to get some answers from some place.

DM/HG

Hermione saw Harry waiting for her by the entrance hall. His Firebolt in one hand, the Marauders map and Invisibility cloak in the other. She had stopped at a nearby girls lavatory to put a concealment charm on her face. If Harry saw her before he wouldn't let her come.

"Hey." Hermione tried to be as cheerful as possible

"Hey…are you alright?" Harry gave her a weird look.

"Yeah, never better."

Harry just shook his head. They put water resistant charms on themselves. Harry opened the doors to reveal a down pour of rain.

"I hope this is gone by tomorrow morning, Ron has trouble keeping even in the best weather." Harry mused. He gave Hermione the cloak and the map she stuck in her pocket. They mounted the Firebolt and Hermione covered them with the cloak. Surprisingly it covered them and the broom.

They took off and sped off to Hogsmeade. Hermione's stomach gave a lurch. She would never get use to flying. Her arms were wrapped around Harry's abdomen. It was hard with muscle but she felt secure with him.

"Hermione?" Harry called to her.

"Yes?"

"I just want to tell you if we get into some trouble and something happens to me get yourself to safety. If I tell you to go then go. You mean a lot to me Hermione and I love you. Just get yourself to safety as a promise to me."

"Harry nothing is going to happen, we will both come back tonight safely. It's in and out like you said."

"Promise me Hermione" An urgent tone was noticeable in his voice. There were so many times she heard that tone. It was always when he had others with him on a mission.

"Do you know something you aren't telling me Harry?"

"Since Lucius is out he may come home and he might have guests with him. I mean we have gotten out of worse skirmishes but I just want you to be safe and happy. Promise me."

"Ok Harry, I promise. She squeezed the arms she had around him to hug him. He let go one of his hands off the broom and grabbed one of her hands. He didn't let it go until they were getting close to landing.

Once they landed they crossed over to the Three Broomsticks. Cautiously checking their surroundings. When they walked Madam Rosemerta pointed upstairs to them. They still had the cloak on but she knew some how it was them. There were a few patrons in there but not a lot as it was after midnight.

Walking upstairs to a private room above the main lounge. Hermione and Harry saw Slughorn, Lupin and McGonagall. Harry removed the cloak from them and put it with his broom off to the side.

"Right on time!" Lupin said.

"Ok let's get this started." McGonagall said. She pulled out a large parchment. "This is a current map of Malfoy Manor. We got it when they searched the house during Lucius trial. We've outlined the most direct path to Lucius secret room in red. We also outlined multiple ways to get out in gold. The horocrux is most likely in the secret room. Don't go off the paths, we don't know all that lies in that house and there could be some dark things there." She warned them.

"The horocrux you are looking for is a mirror that was owned by Salazar Slytherin. It's suppose to be a silver filigree mirror. The handle has a snake wrapped around it and his initials are entwined on the back. Now we don't know what kind of magic this mirror possesses so grab it with this pouch." Lupin finished with handing them a black pouch. "Oh before I forget here's a bag to put your broom and cloak Harry. Even though you will apparate there it's good to take your broom and cloak." Harry nodded and stuffed his things with the pouch in the black rucksack.

Slughorn then stepped forth with two steaming goblets of something. Hermione looked at it with repulsion. Slughorn ignored her look and spoke. " The Malfoy Manor is known for having the ultimate wards placed on it. They are dark and most likely fatal. Therefore I have concocted a permeability potion. It allow you to move through solids, liquids and gases easily. It repels a majority of wards and also makes you invisible. That's just in case there are surprises, no one will see you. They will be able to hear you so be extremely cautious. I made this extra strength it should last about 6 hours although I don't think this will take very long. You can see each other though. Anything you touch with both your hands becomes invisible to anyone else but you. I think that's it, good luck" Slughorn handed them the potions.

Harry and Hermione looked at it and it was clear but it reeked of sulfur. It reminded them all too well of second year and some polyjuice potion. "Oh you may have some side effects but those aren't really known yet" Slughorn piped in. Hermione paled but shook off her nerves. Harry looked at her and they drank at the same time. It was tingling her throat. Actually her whole body was tingling. It tasted just like it smelt, like sulfur. Her stomach was protesting the abuse it was taking.

"It worked!" Slughorn squealed. He looked excited like a kid in Honeydukes.

"Do remember to come back here. Slughorn and Lupin will be here to give you the antidote for the potion. Don't separate if you don't have to." McGonagall reminded them.

Harry grabbed his rucksack and Hermione's hand. Hermione felt the familiar squeezing as her and Harry disapparated.

DM/HG

When she opened her eyes and a huge white manor stood in front of her. It wasn't raining but it was foggy. Hermione thought she would never be here under these circumstances. Maybe if her and Draco got married…She pushed the thought away from her.

Harry pulled her through the door. It felt as though her body had become jelly when walking through a wall. Hermione was trying to take in her surroundings, who knew if she would ever step foot in this place again. However Harry had a different idea he was leading her upstairs.

All that could be heard was their feet padding up the stairs. Harry was leading them up a few flights until he got to the right one. He wasn't letting go of her hand. She didn't know how she was going to get to Draco's room.

Hermione looked at the walls which had a few portraits of what she guessed was family members. They all looked asleep and thankfully couldn't see them. It seemed they were walking a long time before he pulled her through another door. It was a large room. Shelves upon shelves were lined up together. One shelf contained thick books. Hermione let go of Harry's hand, whispered her password and her wand shot out. She walked up to the shelf and saw they were labeled like encyclopedias, A-L; M-Z. Then some were named magical objects, potions, Horocruxes. Hermione used her wand to pull it down and placed it on a nearby table. Harry came over by her and opened the book. They began looking for it.

"You think Lucius would be dumb enough to put it in a book labeled Horocruxes?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Hermione answered.

Harry chuckled as he flipped through the pages. Hermione was casually looking at the book. She was more interested in Draco's room.

"What if it isn't in here?" Hermione asked.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Harry asked while he continued looking through the thick volume.

"Well he might be dumb but after the thing with the diary he wasn't going to make another mistake like that. What if he hid it in Draco's room?"

"Hermione…I don't think he would." Harry looked at her questioningly.

"I should go check though." She turned to leave.

"Hermione we shouldn't separate and beside his room isn't outlined. Remember we can't go off course."

"But looking in another place might help find it faster." Hermione was almost to the door but she stopped at his last sentence

"Remember what you promised me Hermione!"

"I do Harry but I will be fine. I doubt we will have guest tonight."

"Do you even know where his room is?"

"I noticed it on the map it was the top floor. Straight up. I'll meet you by the front door in an hour."

"Fine Hermione. Be careful. One hour."

Hermione smiled and then went through the door.

DM/HG

Hermione reached the floor in five flights from where she left Harry. She walked through a door to a room with silver walls and a large green bed with a black headboard. Black curtains on all the windows. Some moonlight was allowed to shine through two of his windows. His room was sparsely furnished therefore it appeared larger than life. Two bookshelves in black and a desk also in black. She saw a closet door and marble fireplace.

Moving toward his dresser she saw few scattered things on top of it. He had a picture of himself smirking and looking smug. A picture of him with his parents and he looked bored to death. Draco looked like a carbon copy of his father with exception of his eye shape, they were his mother's. Now there was an odd picture and it was unframed and just loosely hanging about. It was a picture made from two separate pictures. One was of her from the Yule Ball and him from the ball. He replaced Krum with himself. That made her heart swell.

Opening the top drawer she saw sweaters most of them black, green and grey. She pulled out the one that wasn't one of those colors but a cobalt blue. Putting it to her nose she smelled it. It smelled of his cologne which had sandalwood and white musk in it. Hermione stripped off her sweater and put his on. It was slightly big on her but it felt like he was hugging her.

She saw his nightstands opened those drawers and saw a small notebook. Flipping through it was covered in his elegant script. Hermione found his journal. Deciding to copy it that way he doesn't know anyone took it.

"Copius." Hermione whispered and it made an exact copy of his journal. She put the original back and shrunk the copy to fit in her jeans pocket. Going over to his bookshelf she was curious as to what he was reading. Names like Goethe, Ernest Hemingway, Niccolo Machiavelli jumped out at her.

'I wonder if Lucius knew his son was reading books by muggles.' Continuing down the shelves she saw Vladimir Nabokov, Karl Marx, Alexander Pope, Jonathan Swift, Anton Chekhov, Leo Tolstoy, Voltaire, Aldous Huxley and Fyodor Dostoevsky. One name surprised her the most Philippa Gregory. That was her favorite author. The book he had was her favorite book The Other Boleyn Girl. She pulled it out and saw it was a well worn copy. He never told her he read this and she explained the story to him. She sat on his bed and laid down with it. That seemed ages ago when they got together. They fell apart as quickly as they came. Thumbing through it she saw the very last page which held her very favorite part. It was underlined, the same lines and everything.

"I want to live in the country with you. I want to bring up our children to love each other and fear God. I want to find some peace now, I have had enough of playing the great fame at court. I have seen the price that has to be paid and it is too high. I just want to you. I just want to live at Rochford and love you." (Mary speaking to William)

It represented something Hermione wanted after the war. She wanted to be like Mary and William Stafford. To be with someone she loved in a home with their many children. Provided she was still alive after the war. She thought it would be Ron and then later on fleetingly thought Draco would be her William. Now she didn't know who it would be.

Hermione heard voices. It sounded like a male and female coming up here. Hermione shoved the book back and scooped up her sweater in her arms. She decided to wait until they come in and then leave. Except she didn't expect those people to come in.

Draco had come in and was followed by Pansy Parkinson. He stared around the room, his eyes passing over Hermione. She stood by the closet. He had a questioningly look on his face but shook it off.

"What do you want with me Parkinson?" Draco said. He walked further into the room. Draco turned and faced Pansy with his arms folded

"You know what I want Draco." Pansy smiled. She made her way closer to him.

"Isn't it enough that you are blackmailing me?' He responded dryly

"How did you figure it out was me?"

"You aren't the brightest snake in Slytherin and therefore I could tell by the handwriting in your last note. Tell me how did you get Creevey to snap photos of me and the mudblood? You Imperiused him? Or try to seduce him?"

"Oh Draco you know me too well!" She squealed.

"Yes I do, unfortunately. How do you know I wasn't just doing it as a job for the Dark Lord?"

"Because you only just got that job from him since your dad got back." She smirked

Draco's eyes bulged. "How do you know about that?" He gritted his teeth.

"Your father isn't the only important man in the Dark Lord's inner circle."

Draco sat on his bed still facing Pansy.

"Don't worry Draco if you just give me what I want then I won't expose you to the Dark Lord for having a relationship with a mudblood."

"I'm not marrying you. Sorry I have a rule about being enslaved to more than one psychopath at a time."

"Oh Draco you made a pact with me remember?"

"Pansy…we were 12! I did it so you would shut the fuck up and leave me alone."

"Then be my boyfriend again. Remember all the good times we had on this bed?" Pansy had climbed on top of Draco and kissed him. He kissed back!

Hermione screamed "NOOOO!" She immediate clapped her hand to her mouth, she had forgotten they can still hear her even though they can't see her.

Draco broke away from Pansy and yelled "Who's there?"

"No one is there Draco, so paranoid." She recaptured his lips. Her hand's were working fast to get his shirt off and his pants opened.

He pulled from her again and she sighed. "I heard someone scream 'no', it was a familiar scream"

"Draco no one is there ok? Now if you don't keep paying attention I will reveal what I have. I've also been assigned to make sure you keep at the task. There are plenty behind you to take your place, remember that Draco." Pansy pushed him back on bed and took off her sweater. She got his pants off and his boxers. Pansy began her motions.

Hermione was rooted in that spot. She wanted to run far from this place but her legs wouldn't move. She couldn't look away even though that was desperately what she wanted. Hermione looked up in time to see Harry move through the door. His eyes were wide at was happening on the bed but he sprung into action. Harry grabbed Hermione and ran through the doors. Running her down the stairs and out the door. Harry disapparated with Hermione holding onto him.

DM/HG

When they appeared in the Three Broomsticks, Hermione collapsed onto the floor. Her sweater fell out of her arms.

"Slughorn antidote now!" Harry yelled. The fat man waddled as fast as he could with the vials. Harry opened one and pressed it to Hermione's mouth. She began to drink it and Lupin saw her. Harry drank his quickly.

"Harry what happened to Hermione? Did you run into anyone?" Lupin rushed over to them.

"Draco Malfoy was there with Pansy Parkinson." Harry answered. He turned his attention to his friend. "Hermione, honey wake up. It ok you're safe." Harry rubbed her face a little and saw her eyes flutter opened.

"Pail." Hermione whispered.

Lupin rushed and got her a pail and sat it in front of her. Hermione sat up and retched in to the pail. Harry held back her hair and rubbed her back. She raised her head and Lupin handed her a towel and water. Hermione wiped her mouth and drank the water. When she could focus she looked at Harry and broke down.

Lupin and Slughorn looked at her weirdly. "What happened?" Lupin asked

"He- he- he moved on. He -never- cared- for - me" Hermione said in between sobs.

"Who?" Slughorn asked.

"It's a long story. Can we talk about it tomorrow? She needs to lay down now." Harry said.

"Sure. McGonagall left the Floo Network open between here and the Heads Dormitory. She said you could stay there so you don't get questioned by Gryffindors." Lupin responded.

Harry scooped Hermione up into his arms and carried her to the fire place. He grabbed some powder and was about to drop it but Lupin called out something.

"Did you at least get it?" he asked

"Yeah I did but I almost would give it back if it could erase both our memories." Harry responded. He dropped the powder and yelled "Heads Dormitory!"

Slughorn and Lupin both shook their heads as they watch Harry and Hermione be engulfed by green flames. They soon left together.

DM/HG

When the room wasn't spinning Harry stepped out of the fireplace and shook the dust off. He carried Hermione to her room and laid her on the bed. He took off her shoes and socks. Undid the thing that held her wand and sat it on the nightstand. She had stopped sobbing but tears were still coming. He threw cautious glances at her because she looked comatose. He put her under the covers and made sure she was good. Harry threw the back pack in a nearby chair. He was going to go sleep out in the common room but Hermione called out to him.

"Harry don't leave me, I don't think I can stand being alone tonight." Her voice was but a whisper. Harry nodded and took off his own shoes and socks. He got under the covers and pulled Hermione close to him. He could feel her tears wet his shirt as he was falling asleep.

A/N: Ok don't kill me…It will still be Draco and Hermione just bear with me. This was a long chapter! Oh Hermione's favorite quote is from The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory and you can still read the book if you want. I didn't ruin anything trust me = ]. Reviews.