You know I love you guys, so I decided to put a new chapter up already... It's amazing! I just put two up yesterday… Anyway I'm real excited with where this story is going so … Here we go.

Oh thank you NefariousImp for your review. I appreciate it a lot. And I do LOVE your stories… I'm almost done with Energy. And I haven't had the chance to put a review on for it yet but it's good…

Anyone that likes Buffy should read Energy by NefariousImp, it's good, and she has a HP one it's called 'How to correctly break the rules." You should read that one too.

I think I got everything about that right and if I didn't, you can just complain… -lol-

The ruins of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was a devastating site once they came up upon them. Most of the rooms in the house were barely recognizable. Hermione felt suddenly ill.

It was one thing hearing about such damage, she could pretend it was all a dream, but now she saw it all. The blood, the bodies, the ruble. She stepped outside. She couldn't handle this, she couldn't. That was her family in there. Injured, or dead, and she didn't even know who was alright and who wasn't. She felt her knees go out, and just as she was expecting to hit the cold earth, someone grabbed her. They lowered her slowly to the ground and sat down beside her. She knew who it was.

"So, my father did this?" Draco asked, he had his elbows resting on his knees which were pulled up to his chest.

"I guess." She stated. "It probably was a bunch of death eaters, but I believe your father was here."

"I'm sorry, Hermione." He pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry; I wasn't strong enough to stop it."

She quickly pulled away from his chest, and looked him in the eye. "This was not your fault. This was a monster's fault. It wasn't your fault at all."

"Then why do I fell like I just let people get killed!" He stood up and screamed at her. "Why couldn't I have been strong enough to stop them, before more people died? I'm a strong wizard, Hermione, but I was scared and now look what's happened."

"Voldemort would have killed you, and you know it!" She was now on her feet screaming back. "This was my family that bastard killed them, but I would never in a million lifetimes say this was your fault. What if you had stood up to him, and died, then who would I love!" The words were still echoing around them, her ears were ringing. 'Had she just said that?'

Before he had a chance to say anything she ran. She ran down one street, occasionally she would turn and go a different way. She didn't know where she was and she didn't care. She sat down on the curb, it was now pouring down rain. She sat their, she felt her curls lose their bouncy and fall limp to her face. She told him she loved him, how could she do that? She hadn't even convinced herself of it yet. Her family could be dead and she had just humiliated herself. Plus, to top off the wonderfully day, she was lost.

She put her wand out, and the Knight bus had instantly appeared. "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place." She said paying the money and quickly moving to the back of the bus before any questions were asked.

She stepped off the bus and walked up the sidewalk. She went to open the door but seemed she couldn't bring herself to face the truth. In her heart she knew that for sure someone really was dead.

She heard a shrill blood curdling scream, and without thought she pulled her wand from her robes and ran in the house. In the kitchen she found everyone huddled around in big circle. She forced her way through the people, in the middle lay a body and Ginny was clenched to it with a death grip. Hermione moved closer, the figure was a dead body, she knew that, but who, she didn't know. She knelt down beside Ginny and pulled her away. Hermione felt her heart stop, and she pulled away, she pulled away until she was past the crowd and had backed up against someone that grabbed her by the arms and had led her out of the room.

"Draco?" She asked never turning to look at him. "I really meant it when I said I love you." She needed for him to hear it and now was the perfect time; she needed to get that face out of her mind. Mrs. Weasley's horrified stiff figure out of her mind. Never in her life would she forget the look of Mrs. Weasley's dead body with her only daughter clinging to her lifeless form.

It would haunt her dreams and that wasn't fair, her second mother had been killed, not in battle, but in her kitchen making supper for her friends and family.

"Hermione, I love you, too." Draco said still leading her to the cool fresh air outside.

The war was coming and she was loved by someone she loved too. That was a great thing, and if she was going to die, she would be happy.

A/N: SAD! Yes, very sad! I'm so upset that she died but it was for a good story. And isn't it beyond great that Draco is always there when she needs him… It's such an awww… moment. I love this story and I hope you guys love this story too. I'm going to keep adding drama and this story is going to be beyond amazing… I'm so darn conceited… Anyway make sure you review…

X3 always,

Ash