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

Disclaimer- Harry Potter isn't mine…still.

Hermione awoke to the sun rising in the portrait above the bed. With a tender smile, she stretched out, resting her head on the warm chest beside her.

"Morning, Granger." Draco's deep voice resonated through his chest. Hermione looked up at his face.

"Good Morning , Draco." His smile melted her heart. They looked at each other a moment, before Hermione broke the tension by crawling out of bed. She stretched her arms above her head with a yawn and glanced back at her bed partner. Draco was smirking from ear to ear, "What?"

"Nothing like a beautiful nude woman first thing in the morning." Hermione's face lit up and she pulled the blanket off of Draco, forgetting that he was also not wearing any clothing. She quickly wrapped it around her. Draco shook his head and stood. Hermione admired how calm and confident he was. Her eyes traced his body up and down. Coming up to her, Draco gently pulled the blanket from around Hermione.

"Please don't hide your beautiful body, Hermione." His hand came up and gently lifted her lowered head, "Hermione," He murmured, gently brushing his lips against hers, "I love you."

Hermione kissed fiercely back, pushing a surprised Draco back onto the bed. Her eyes gleamed as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Draco smirked, his glowing eyes tracing Hermione's lithe body. Her tanned skin glowed in the morning light and big brown eyes gleamed mischievously.

"Prove it."

"Something smells good," Ginny Weasley told her boyfriend, her voice flat. Harry sent her a small smile over his shoulder. His hands were busy flipping the bacon and eggs. Memories of the Dursley's burnt breakfasts made him smirk. Ginny slipped her arms around Harry's waist.

"Is your brother still sleeping?" He felt Ginny nod her head against his shoulder.

"He doesn't handle calming droughts well; they knock him out. He won't wake up till noon. "

Harry sighed and turned the stove off, which was rather small, as if made for house elves, which it most likely was. He turned and pulled Ginny close, "How did you sleep?"

"I had nightmares," a sliver of emotion crept into her voice; "I kept dreaming that Tonks was yelling at me 'You should have died! Not him!"

Harry shook his head, "It isn't your fault and you know Tonks won't blame you."

"Harry, how much longer can we live like this?" Ginny ran her hand down his cheek.

"Not much longer. I'm going to finish this." His green eyes narrowed and his jaw set, "Neither can live while the other survives. I'm tired of people I love dying. I will stop this."

"Not alone, you won't," Ginny murmured, kissing his lips harshly, "You won't be alone."

The body of Remus Lupin was laid neatly on a bed back in 12 Grimmald Place. His eyes were closed and his mouth slack. Death had brought relief to his worry lined face, and finally, he looked as though his demons had left him. Nymphadora Tonks Lupin was relieved in that, at least.

Tonks normally vibrant hair was dingy brown, hanging dryly down her back. Muddy brown eyes were lined with red, though they no longer spilled tears, "Come back." Her hands shook as they brushed Remus's hair from his face. She wasn't sure how long she had knelt by the bed of her deceased husband, but she almost jumped out of her skin when the door creaked open and a cacophony of red hair and blue eyes peered around the door.

"Tonks?"

"Go away, Bill." He ignored her and slowly closed the door. Tonks glared up at him, "Go away."

"No." Bill said simply. Standing above her, he realized how strong a woman she was. Her muscles bunched under dingy clothes. Tonks grinded her teeth together.

"Get out."

"Make me." Tonks' hair turned fiery red as she pounced on him, pounding her fists against his chest. He blocked anything that went above or below his torso, letting the rage pour out of his friend.

"Fucking bastards," Tonks cursed and cursed, tears making their way down her face as she threw her all into the punches, "I should have stopped them." Bill blocked more shots.

"The Death Eaters are the only ones to blame." Fists kept coming, "They killed him."

"They killed him!" she grunted back, finally letting her fists fall. Stumbling back, Tonks leaned against the wall for support, "They killed him." Bill nodded and gently took her shoulders, looking into her watery eyes.

"Them and no one else can be held responsible, Tonks. He died for you, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

"I need him." Tonks voice quivered.

"No you don't. You are one of the strongest, most independent women I know. That's saying something. Have you met my mother?"

His words prompted a wet chuckle, but the look of hopelessness once again over came her face, "You don't understand. I don't just need him for me, I need him for us." She bit her lip.

"The Order did lose a brave and helpful man, and we won't ever be able to replace him, but-."

"I wasn't talking about the Order."

Bill was puzzled, "Well, who-?" His eyes drifted down to her midsection where she had placed both of her hands. He gasped and his eyes widened, "You mean?"

"The baby and I need him."

AN Hey guys…sorry sooooo soooo sorry about the wait. I have been sick again, unable to do anything :/ hopefully this time the docs will take better care of me. I hope to have the next chapter (which will be longer) up this week. I love you and if you have stuck with me this long, you have no idea how grateful I am! I won't even ask for reviews this chapter…oh okay yes I will. PLEASE R&R