AN: thank you for the reviews so far. I love reviews though I always feel a little depressed when I receive negative reviews without another reason then personal prefference. I do know this story is completely AU and that Draco or Hermione are not always like JK has build their characters. I do not own anything Harry Potter but I do love to write them in my way.
I do not mind negative reviews as long at they are based on contructive critism.

AN: I have seen questions about Daphne and Harry. Like I said before they are not the main pairing in this story. They relationship with be something on the side but essential in supporting Draco and Hermione in the trials ahead.

7th year, Shell Cottage.

Hermione watched as Harry buried Dobby. The little insane elf had really saved them all. Hermione had no idea who sent the elf or how it all happened so quickly but she prayed and hoped that Draco would be alright.

The sea-wind threw her hair around her face as she stared out over the sea. Though it didn't take her tears along with it. She couldn't help but crying. She was so scared for Draco's life and so upset with the way the world was these days.

The place they had gone too was such a peaceful and quiet spot. Bill had built his house here and he had done a beautiful job. It was such a perfect and warm place. She hoped that if they survived this war she would be able to find a place like this as well to build a house.

The sound of the waves and the wind gave her a little peace of mind to think about all that had happened earlier. Just five hours ago Draco had saved her from being tortured to insanity just like Neville's parents. While Draco's potions helped, her body as still shaking from that ordeal. He had risked his life for her again and she loved him deeply for that.

She knew she would have nightmares of this day for the rest of her life about the Malfoy manor. These were traumas that one would never truly forget but Draco would always be a light in the darkness for her.

She shivered as she remembered their last few minutes at the manor. They had come so close to loosing everything. Voldemort had just been minutes away when Dobby returned to take them to safety.

At least they escaped. Poor Dobby paid for it with his life but the little elf would get honoured by those who cared about him. Now all she could do was to hope that Draco was a good enough occlumence to fool Voldemort. If that was the case then she had bought them some time. Voldemort would focus his attentions to Godric's Hollow and the Department of Mysteries.

"Hermione!" Bill called.

She turned around and smiled a tearful smile at him.

"Come, let's get you cared for and a hot chocolate." Bill said as he wrapped his arm around her.

"I don't need much healing. I was taken care off." Hermione whispered and looked at him. Bill looked shocked, his eyes met hers and looked questioning at her but she just smiled. After a while he realized what she was saying.

"That is good. Maybe Fleur has some time to finish up what was missed." Bill said and offered his arm.

"Maybe."

7Th Year, Hogwarts.

"Potter broke into Gringotts." Somebody whispered.

"What?"

"Yes, news just reached the school. Apparently they broke into a high security vault and escaped on the back of a dragon." The first person answered.

Draco smirked behind his book. This would indeed alert the Dark Lord of any plans Potter had. The end was near. Finally.

7th Year, Hogwarts.

"Come on Draco!" Somebody yelled. Fire was spreading around him and he couldn't see the exit anymore.

"Take my hand, Malfoy!" He heard Potter yell and saw him racing towards him on a broom.

'Bloody Gryff is getting himself killed!' Draco thought but realized that this was his only way out. He had lost his two frie… well not friends but partners in crime and had no idea where the door was.

Draco reached up and grabbed the hand of his enemy. Surprisingly strong, Potter pulled him up on the broom and flew with neck breaking speeds and turns through the room.

Finally the door came into sight. Fresh air could be smelled. He wasn't sure how but suddenly they turned and the door slammed shut behind them. He fell hard but due to the pain in his lungs the bruises that were formed on his bum didn't hurt.

"Harry!" He heard a familiar voice scream. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine." Potter said.

Draco turned on his back and noticed two very worried doe-like eyes looking at him in question. He held her graze for a few seconds before nodding and getting up.

He looked around and noticed that they were one short. He didn't feel any grief for Crabbe. The bloody idiot tried to control Fyend fire and couldn't. Almost getting him killed in the process. Not to mention all incidents that had happened the last year.

He coughed a few times to clear his lungs from the smoke and turned to look at the door. He hoped that the room would survive. That now the door was gone the fire too had stopped. The sounds of the others talking made him turn around.

Hermione was still looking at him every now and then while Potter and Weasley were talking. They were about to leave when he noticed Hermione lacking behind. She held something in her hand. When he recognized that look in her eyes he stepped forward and reached for her hand.

Their fingers brushed and something dropped in his hand. He looked down to see a small phial. His potions.

He looked back up to thank her but she was already gone. Her footsteps echoing through the hall.