Title- Just Breathe

Rating- M

Characters and Pairings- HG/DM HP/GW NL/LL And introducing BW/?

Warnings- Dark, will be gory, foul language, and LEMONS. I am sorry if the Chars are a bit OOC WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERS

Summery- What if it wasn't Harry who walked in on Draco talking to Moaning Myrtle? What if it was someone else, someone who would risk her neck to help? Dramione! Set during HBP

Disclamer- I am a small town Girl…yea…Harry Potter…Isn't Mine….I'm from WV :p

Hermione stumbled against Draco as they landed. She didn't see the way Harry sagged in relief as he ran to hold Ginny. The red haired girl was crying profusely. Harry rubbed her back. Hermione heard the second strangled sob, and she regrettably pulled herself away from Draco.

Ron was standing alone, tears dripping from his eyes, "My family…my home." Hermione went to him and wrapped her arms around him. He sagged against her. She took a deep breath.

"Draco, in my bag there are some calming droughts. Please grab two or three out." Draco nodded and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was good to have level headed Granger back. Grabbing the bottles Hermione tipped one down Ron's throat. The effect was immediate. Ron slumped to the ground and sighed. Hermione handed on to Harry for Ginny. Harry picked her up and held her against his chest.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked softly. Draco walked to the center of the empty space beneath the tower. He kneeled and placed the Malfoy crested ring on a stone. He then touched three recessive stones.

"Carpe Diam." He murmured and stepped back. Slowly, the stones sank and shifted, creating a stair case. Draco gestured down, "It's my family's old vacation house. Father didn't find it acceptable when the muggle business started above us."

"Ron?" Hermione asked, kneeling before her friend, "Please help Draco take Ginny down into the house."

"Is it safe?" he asked numbly. Hermione glanced at Draco.

"I trust him, Ron." Ron nodded. Going to Harry and taking giving Ginny a shoulder to lean on. Draco glanced curiously at Hermione, "Harry and I will be right down." He nodded, curious. He lead the two gingers down into his new safe house.

Hermione kept her hand tightly on the bottle of calming drought. She took a deep breath and walked to Harry. His eyes were downcast and when he looked back at Hermione, his eyes showed a life ten times longer than the one he had lived. Hermione gently handed him the bottle.

"Who's dead, Hermione?" he asked, his voice heavy with guilt. Hermione took his hand and a few tears spilled from her eyes.

"Lupin." Harry closed his eyes and doubled over as if he had been hit in the stomach.

"How?"

"He jumped in front of the killing curse for Tonks. Ginny saw it all."

Harry took a big gulp of the potion. His hands shook and he hadn't opened his eyes. Hermione apologized profusely and assured him that she didn't believe there had been any other casualties. Her lies sounded good and she was sure she saw Harry relax.

Truth be told, Hermione didn't know who all had suffered, and it frightened her.

Three hours later, Hermione was sitting in her own room staring blankly at the wall. She felt the sucking darkness pulling her back under. Slowly, slowly, she felt the misery and helplessness fill her every pore. Reaching into her bag, Hermione carefully pulled out the small razor. She stared at it, knowing well the scars on her arms would never fade if she reopened them. Tears made tracks down her face as memories of Remus's class, Fluer's death, and her own capture became the sole attention of her thoughts.

Her fingers shook as she gently put the tip of the razor against her arm. An image of Draco flashed through her mind. Her lips tingled as she remembered the kiss, and she remembered the happiness she always felt when he was around. The razor fell from her fingers and she opened her door silently.

The Malfoy house was, predictably, huge, with more than enough rooms for all of them. Hermione carefully pushed open the door to Malfoy's room. He was sleeping lightly and awoke as she crawled into his bed.

"Granger?" Malfoy sounded cute when he was sleepy. He sat up, worried that something was seriously wrong.

"I…I can't be alone." He nodded understanding and pulled her against his bare chest. She let her head rest against his shoulder as her hands roamed his back.

"Why is it that I can touch you, Hermione? You flinch whenever anyone else does. They won't hurt you."

Hermione shrugged, "What is the muggle terminology? Too much bad touch?" She sighed and lay back, "You won't hurt me Draco. I think I've trained myself to accept that. You are the one who saved me." Draco thought for a minute.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"I love you." Her heart stopped and she felt herself blushing, "You don't have to say you feel the same…but will you let me prove to you that I will never hurt you?"

"I love you, Draco." Was all she said, and that was all he needed. Carefully, more carefully than Draco knew he was capable of, he pulled her up to him, his lips caressing hers. She returned the gesture running her hands over his toned chest. Slowly, purposely, Draco pulled her shirt over her head. He laid her back against the soft mattress and pushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

He felt Hermione's heart beating rapidly as he trailed gentle kisses down her neck, across her collar, stopping shortly over the fabric of her bra. He gently undid the snap, eyes glued to Hermione's, "Tell me if you need me to stop."

Hermione couldn't describe how much she needed him not to stop. She shrugged her shoulders from the restricting clothing. Draco smiled, gazing at her perfect, snowy breast. Gently, he cupped on in his palm and relished the small sound Hermione made in pleasure. Leaning down, he let his tongue draw small circles around her nipples. Hermione's hand traveled to Draco's hard member. He gasped in pleasure as she pushed down his boxers, wrapping her small fingers around his erection.

Draco moaned as she began working him up and down. He captured her lips and she bucked against him. Begrudgingly, Draco pulled out of her reach. Hermione let out a protest, but stopped and understood when Draco cast the contraceptive spell.

When he returned, Draco pulled Hermione's sweats down, please to see nothing underneath. Draco admired her body, letting his eyes travel to her still thin legs up to her beautiful brown eyes, "You are gorgeous, Hermione." She blushed and pulled him closer to her. They both moaned as his hardness pressed against her wetness. Draco looked at her, "Are you sure?"

Hermione nodded and looked into Draco's eyes. No memories of the brutal rape filled her mind, just the thoughts of the beautiful man who she loved. Carefullly, Draco pushed his throbbing length into Hermione's heat. Her nails dug into his shoulders and a strangled moan came from her lips. After giving her body time to adjust to his size, he pumped in and out.

"Draco." Hermione's voice full of pleasure, said Draco's name over and over. She felt as if she were flying high in that place of freedom, only now she was with Draco, which made it even better.

Her body felt like heaven, as her tight walls squeezed around him, he took a hand and caressed her lovely breast. She gasped and bucked against him, causing him to let out a sigh of pleasure. Beneath him, Draco saw that Hermione was at the edge.

"Hermione," he breathed, "I love you." Her body shook as her orgasm pounded through her body. After a few more pumps, Draco let out a cry of ecstasy and came.

He pulled himself from her, laying his head between her breast as she ran a tired hand through his hair. She smiled, "I love you, Draco."

Wrapped together, safe, and happy, they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

AN 3 So I loved writing the chapter.