A/N: So I finally get some time alone on the computer. I'm going to try to make this the last chapter so that I can focus on my other incomplete fic and maybe start a new one.

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Hermione kept her wand trained on Draco as she levitated him across the rocky ground. He had of course protested this, but Hermione thought it would be best.

Just outside the village she let him down and offered her arm. He shook it off but grabbed her hand and held it.

She didn't know what to make of this. This intimate gesture was so unlike the Malfoy she knew. It was so hard for her to remember his changes. She knew his stories of never actually wanting to be a death eater or even support Voldemort.

He squeezed her hand and she noticed they were outside the shop. He opened the door for her and they entered.

Hermione greeted the shopkeeper and began to browse the shelves. She took a few items off the shelf and took them to the counter. It wasn't St. Mungo's, but it would help.

"Hello ma'am. Will that be all for you today?" The man said.

"Actually no. I was wondering if any body had left a letter for you and asked you to deliver it?"

The man's eyebrows shot up into his dark, scraggly har. "Why yes ma'am. Happened just this morning. I almost tossed it in the rubbish bin but something made me keep it."

He reached under the counter and pulled out a piece of parchment rolled up.

"Thank you sir. Have a nice day."

As they left the store, Hermione checked the signature at the bottom. She needed to know if they were alive. Draco looked at her curiously, wondering the same thing.

"It's Harry's handwriting!" She said trying to quell the rising excitement and not yell.

"That's great!" Draco smiled and hugged her. "Let's get home so you can read it."

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Dear Hermione,

We were very happy to get our letter. We have been so worried about you. Everybody's fine. Ginny has been sick in the mornings, but I think she will be okay.

I do have some bad news. Ron was injured the same time you were captured. He isn't fully healed yet, but he seems much better knowing you are alive.

We have formed a plan. We checked the paper several times and trust this is you, and trust that you are with the real Draco Malfoy. I recommend getting close to him. Unless he's still a ferret. Stay where you are. In about a week, we will come fetch you both. We plan on revealing to the wizarding world is on our side, and the death eaters can't touch him again. We hope this will boost morale and be a good tool against the death eaters. Ask what Draco thinks.

We all miss you Hermione. I argued about waiting a whole week, but Kingsley wanted the death eaters anxious. Without Draco, they have no way to transform into him. We can't wait to see you next week.

We love you Hermione. Stay safe, and keep Draco safe.

Love, Harry + the rest of the Order

When Hermione finished reading, she gave it to Draco to read. She was so happy to hear that her friends were alive and well. She didn't know what to make of Ginny being sick, but wondered if she was possibly pregnant. She would have to ask when she got back.

Draco finished reading and agreed to the plan.

"Anything to get back at that son of a bitch and stop this bloody madness.'

"Then it's time for you to lay down, mister. You need your rest." She told him, leading him to the bedroom.

"Only if you lie down next to me." He smirked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, waggling his finger at her.

"Fine, but only because I dind't get much sleep lately." She said.

He smirked again and grabbed her around her waist to pull her to him. "Hermione, can I tell you something that might scare you a little bit?" He whispered, letting her snuggle into his body.

"I guess. I've been through pleanty of scary stuff. One more shouldn't hurt." She smiled into his warm chest.

"Hermione... ever since I saw you in that dungeon, ever since you helped me and shielded me, Hermione I've been falling in love with you." He began to stroke her hair and pray to anyone who would listen that she wouldn't be repelled or run away. O God, what if she ran away.

He felt her body stiffen and feared the worst. She looked up at him with a confused expression.

"You... you really... really?" She stuttered.

He nodded his head, scraped up the remaints of his courage, and pressed his lips against hers. He could never get enough of her taste, the warmth of her body. She began to kiss back and his heart soared. He couldn't believe this was happening. This had to be a dream right? O shit.

He pulled away, barely keeping back the tears of sorrow and regret.

"Draco! Draco what's wrong?" She began checking his wounds, worried he had hurt himself.

"You're a dream. You're just some beautiful nightmare I'm having. I'm still in that fucking dungeon!" He turned away, the tears threatening to spill.

Hermione sat shocked at this sudden change of events. He thought all this was a dream? She sat up and turned him so he was looking into her face. A single tear traced down his cheek. She wiped it away, then pinched the cheek as hard as she could.

"Ow!" He yelled grabbing his cheek. He looked at her, shocked and confused.

"There! You're not dreaming." She said firmly and kissed him again. She felt him smile against her lips.

'Yes, this could work,' she thought 'this could definately work.'

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Nine Months Later

Everybody sat around the large table at Grimmauld Place. Luna and Neville were holding hands, Ginny was feeing the baby, James, with Harry watching with love in his eyes. Hermione smiled looking for the billionth time at the shiny gold ring on her finger and snuggled into Draco's shoulder.

The celebration of their engagment was drawing to an end as Ron, with an eyepatch over his right eye, grabbed his girlfriend Brooke's hand and led her out the door.

As the other guests left, Hermione thought about what was to come. The death eaters had mostly dispersed, but there were a few rebels here and there to take care of. Draco was an auror, partners with Harry. Hermione herself was now a healer at St. Mungo's, working her way up the ranks quickly with her knowledge.

Hermione sighed a happy sigh as she and Draco sid their goodbyes to Harry and Ginny, and kissed James.

She would never forget that horrible time in the dungeons at Malfoy Manor. But she had a man who could help her through anything, and protect her against any harm.