(Short update, I know, I promise the next chapters will be longer again! Enjoy!)

Her feet landed on solid ground and she gasped for air. She looked around her and saw the Burrow not far from where she stood. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and started gasping for air as she cried it all out.

She had heard him. Even if it was the last second before the Portkey took off, she had heard him. Those three words she didn't even know she longed for.

Was it because she had said it too? Had he even heard her when she was sobbing into his chest?

And he was probably fighting right now for the greater good. And she wasn't fighting along. Again.

She was sick of being held safe for her own good, they didn't know what was good for her. She wanted to fight, that made her feel better. She didn't care if she died, her life for 1,000 people. She was purposely being kept out of war situations and she was totally sick of it. Even Draco Malfoy, who hated her for 7 years was now protecting her.

And now he was going to die. Hundred or more Death Eaters were coming and he had to do it all by himself, because he was protecting her.

She wiped the dry and the new tears off her cheeks, as she didn't want to cry anymore, and walks towards the Burrow with the old shoe still in her hand. Holding onto it for dear life, her last little piece of Draco she had left.

The walk towards the Burrow was only 5 minutes, but it felt like 5 hours. Every step closer to the Burrow meant a step further away from Draco. She looked at the moon still shining bright and she couldn't believe it was still the same moon as she saw just minutes ago. She shook her head and continued her step. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

The light that shines out of the seemingly warm house was vibrant on her skin. She smiles a little, opens the door and steps over the threshold.

"Hermione!" she hears a womanly voice say and she recognizes it as Molly Weasley. She gets pulled into a big hug and this makes her cry again.

"Oh, oh it's alright dear, you're safe now. They can't get you here." she says softly and rubs Hermione's back.

"Please, Mrs. Weasley. You need to tell me what is happening." she says, her voice shaking as she pulls back.

Mrs. Weasley only nods and lets her sit down at the table. She sits down herself as well and grabs Hermione's hand.

"Draco Malfoy has been protecting you since he told Snape his feelings for you..." she began talking and she explained everything.

How Snape had pointed all the attention on her so they could give Harry more time. They had of course not expected that Ron would leave. There was still no sign of him. She explained that Snape had convinced Draco to come over to the Light side and join the Order. That the dungeons were too dangerous for her and that's why she was suddenly bathing in luxury and safety. Draco had given Snape the locket and he told Voldemort he was on a quest hiding the Horcruxes, while actually looking for solutions for destroying them.

Draco, being the right hand of Voldemort, had easy access to all the information he needed and that's why Hermione hadn't found anything useful in his study, he already passed it to the Order. That night after they had sex, he had decided to go spy for the Order. She had saved thousands of lives by loving him.

This night, Snape had come back and he still hadn't found all the weapons to destroy the Horcruxes and Voldemort had used his Occlumency against him. He had seen short visions of Draco accepting his role as a spy and ordered all Death Eaters to go to the Manor right now.

Hermione was silent as Mrs. Weasley stopped talking and she looked at the young girl before her.

"I-I..." she coughs out and her promise not to cry anymore is thrown out of the window as she starts crying again.

Mrs. Weasley awkwardly pats her in the back and tries to sooth her, but Hermione won't calm down.

"Let me go back!" she cries and stands up from her chair.

"Hermione, dear, you can't-"

"LET ME GO BACK!" she screams this time and tries to walk out of the door. Mrs. Weasley gets up to grab her and in that exact moment Mr. Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt pop into the living room.

"Arthur, help!" Mrs. Weasley gasps out as she is trying to hold Hermione back.

Kingsley and Mr. Weasley jump into action immediately and grab her by her arms an legs.

"THEY'LL KILL HIM! HE WON'T SURVIVE! LET ME GO BACK AND HELP HIM!" Hermione screams and cries as she tries to kick everyone out of her way. Mrs. Weasley is crying in the back of the living room with a hand closed before her mouth.

"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO HIM! HE IS HELPING YOU ALL!" she is screaming and Kingsley and Mr. Weasley grab their wands. "YOU ARE MURDERERS!" she screams last time before she is stunned.

"We will un-stun you, if you will not try to run away." Kingsley says calmly and Arthur wipes off the sweat in his forehead. They can still see the anger in her eyes, but after 2 minutes it subsides, knowing that they will wait till she is calmed down.

They un-stun her and help her get to her feet. They set her down on the chair again and Mrs. Weasley sets a bottle of Firewhiskey on the table. It magically fills the glasses on table and Hermione takes a big gulp of it.

The burning down her throat pains her but not for long. She wants to take another gulp of it, but they grab her hand that wants to take the glass.

"Did you really think we would let Malfoy fight alone?" Mr. Weasley asks calmly and Hermione blushes furiously.

"The whole Order, except us is at the Manor right now." Kingsley says and he takes a gulp Firewhiskey himself now.

"Do you think he will make it?" she dares to ask and she can see Mr. Weasley and Kingsley exchanging looks.

"Well, they're most angry at him of course. He passed all the information to the Order, even more than Snape did. He also made sure the Death Eaters would forget to cast a spell in a battle, a very clever move of him. He is very intelligent." Kingsley says.

"I know." Hermione whispers, more to herself.

The three adults look at her with a look she can't read.

"Was he good to you?" Mrs. Weasley almost whispers, not holding back her motherly instincts.

Hermione looks up and leans her head on hand. She closes her eyes as she thinks about it and nods at her.

"He's the most amazing man I have ever met, Mrs. Weasley. He's arrogant, selfish, not understandable and I want to hex him into oblivion sometimes, but I love him."