Okay. I know, I suck. It's been sooo long. So here goes…Im ready to finish it ;) You guys are gonna effing hate me. I expect flames for this one.

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The Tragedy

Hermione had stayed by Draco's bed for days as he healed, rubbing the bump of her tummy. Occasionally he would move or talk in his sleep, but fall back into his motionless stupor. These momentary spurts of hope gave her assurance that he was still alive. At night, she slept on the bed with him. Her tiny white fingers stroked the smooth gold of his hair. She longed for nothing more but to see his eyes again.

"You need to eat Hermione," Harry broke in. Hermione snapped from her thoughts. It was mid afternoon and the sunlight was spilling into this room in the Malfoy manor, like an unwanted guest being consumed by the rich darkness of fabrics and curtains. "Here." He placed a plate in her lap and she tried her best not to raise an eyebrow at his obviously…well…err… bad cooking skills. The eggs on the plate were scrambled to burnt perfection and the toast had been scraped of its battle wounds until it was nearly see through. However, Hermione was starving.

"Thank you," she said in the same flat voice she had had for the past several days. Her hands shook as she lifted the toast to her lips and bit down. She chewed with a fake smile until Harry walked away to show he was satisfied. She finished the piece and ate some of the eggs, if not for anyone but the baby.

Somewhere, somehow she tilted her head back against the chair and drifted to sleep. She heard the dish clank, probably Harry taking it away. Then a warm hand touched her face and she smiled instinctively. In her lucid dream she felt weightlessness and then softness, and envisioned floating in the clouds. She could hear Draco calling her name in the distance. And then, even in her sleep, her heart was shocked from her chest at what she saw. Draco was laying, on a cold ground with the rain streaming down his face, but his eyes were blank and lifeless. Mud clung to his eyelashes. He was dead, and crying for her with the disembodied voice she couldn't find. At least until the glowing eyes of Voldemorte stepped out from behind a tree. He mouthed the words form his scaly lips, and she could hear Draco's voice again. Then the laughter. The evil laughter she remembered from the night at the death-eater meeting. I have it now he hissed. His soul is mine and you are next.

Hermione snapped awake and Draco was still touching her face and saying her name. His eyes were wide with fear and she could feel the wetness on her cheeks. Someone in the back of her mind she could hear a baby crying, but the sound was fleeting with the dream. She was relieved to see his eyes. She missed them and felt calmed to see them. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her. Her fear and nervousness did not dissipate.

"What was it 'Mione" He whispered to her as he lay on his side and looked her in the face. She rubbed her nose and her eyes, trying to recall the sketchy details of the horrifying dream. Then she stopped.

"Did you just call me 'mione?" She asked in disbelief. He gave her a coy smile and nodded. She giggled with delight at the "pet name." She turned to him with a more serious expression "I've forgotten it already," she lied. She didn't want to upset him. It was, after all, only a dream. She was still sleepy and from the looks of it, it was nighttime. "I'm going back to sleep."

He conceded silently by placing his hand on her belly and laying his disheveled head of blonde hair down on the pillow.

Somewhere in Draco's head, he knew they had to make a move. They had to leave here, his home. It wasn't safe. He waited until he heard her breath even out. She was sleeping and he couldn't. He was nervous and on edge. Especially after that screaming and thrashing she had done in her dream. She had knocked a plate over and nearly beat him in her sleep. If he hadn't picked her up she may have hurt herself. He needed to talk to Harry.

Carefully he lifted himself and replaced his body with a pillow. Merlin, he was sore. He hurt all over, but in the way you do after you lift heavy boxes the day before. He hurt like he needed a good stretch. So he did and he felt ever bone in his body pop. A deep breath and a glance back. He was as alive as he could be, despite the darkness on the horizon…

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He found Harry awake in a chair and wandered past the deep brooding eyes, without saying a word. Harry didn't flinch and didn't seem to be aware of the presence. Draco was parched and he decided it would be best not to stutter if he were to propose a plan for Harry. The water made him shiver and he set the glass down on the marble countertop. The floor was cold and the house was dark, but it was far from silent. He could here the scratching and patter of the house elves, who curiously looked through holes in the walls and out from cabinets, with the hope of discovering information without being seen.

He left and walked into the big open room where Harry was still lost in the glittering embers of the fireplace. Harry looked at him while he sank into a big leather armchair within slapping distance of Harry's face.

Harry looked up at Draco and saw tears. He was in shock. This was not the same boy he knew in school. The Draco in school had cold grey eyes, not ones that were capable of crying.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to him. Draco looked up at him with a new curiosity to his expression. "I'm sorry that I didn't trust you on Hermione's word. My judgment is downright awful lately."

"I'm not the one to apologize to," said Draco flatly. "You weren't completely unfounded anyway. I was a bastard in school and you were suspicious. It's reasonable and cautious. Thank you for caring for her so much. It's not everyday that we find friends like that." Draco understood and that's why he hadn't beaten Harry's face in. Matter-of-fact, it's why he hadn't killed him right there.

"Thank you." Harry went back to his brooding and Draco remained silent for some time, until Harry spoke again. "We have to send her away."

"Where could she go?" It was slightly scary that Harry was thinking along the same lines he was, "Because I plan on staying to fight. We need as many people on our side as we can get."

"Well, I've stayed in contact with Snape. He and Minerva are at a safe house in the muggle world." Harry never made eye contact with Draco, but the wheels were turning so fast in his head that his words weren't going to be able to keep up. "They are posing as a married couple. Hermione could pass for their daughter, you think?"

"I could see it, yes. How do we make this work? I mean, as soon as possible?" Draco was eager. He could trust Snape and Minerva. He knew it, or was as hopeful as could be for it.

"Well," Harry rose as walked to the fireplace. He tinkered around the base for a bit and threw in a cloud of powder. Snape's face came almost immediately- angry and disheveled as he jerked something at his waist.

"What is it," He snapped. Draco laughed. He expected Snape to be a grumpy individual if he were woken up.

"We have a favor to ask you," Harry said politely as if he were used to the bad attitude on the other end. "It's serious and we have two people that need your help."

Two. Draco smiled inwardly with pride. "Anything. Who is it Harry?" Snape used his first name and his voice had softened. "We can receive them as early as tomorrow."

"Hermione," said Harry plainly. Draco got up to kneel by the fireplace. Snape's glowing green head snapped to his face and smiled.

"I'm glad you finally broke free, boy." Snape had known about the tyranny in the household since Draco was a small boy. Draco smiled. "And who is the other Harry?"

"My son," Draco interjected. He knew it was a boy. Or at least he hoped. The first born to his family was always a boy. Snape looked him up and down, surprised. His face glowed green as he smiled.

"Alright. However we have to receive them in two separate trips because we don't need suspicion."

"That's not possible," Harry said and smiled at Draco for the first time, with an approving smile. Snape's eyes widened and Draco covertly raised his left hand to his forehead. Snape nodded in understanding. He was always good at subtle communication.

"Dobby will be their first thing in the morning with a portkey. It will be active ten-thirty and will become inactive exactly seven minutes after." Snape instructed quickly.

"Okay," said Harry and Draco in unison. It was brilliant, thought Draco, who would suspect a house elf?

The plan was set and they said their goodbyes. Draco thanked Harry with a nod and moved to lie next to Hermione for a last time before they would be separated.

"It's only temporary separation." Said Harry, "and I'm sure she'll be safe."

Draco nodded and walked away. He didn't know how permanent temporary could be yet.

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When they woke up, Draco explained the plan to Hermione. She agreed to it without too much fuss but would be reluctant to leave him when the time came.

"You're early," said Draco without moving. He had heard the pop in the bathroom and knew who it was.

"Does it displeases you master?" Muttered Dobby. He had a napkin clenched in his fist. Draco assumed that it was the portkey.

He checked the clock. It was only ten. This was a dangerous move for Dobby to be so early and it made him nervous. Hermione was glad to see the elf, however and lifted him up in an affectionate hug that made his gray cheeks light up.

"I didn't know you guys could blush," Draco said sarcastically. Dobby fell back onto his behind and laughed. Harry smiled and breathed deeply from a chair in the room. It was light humor in the midst of a goodbye.

"Hermione, please stay safe." Draco looked at her with the sincerest face he could make. He pressed his family ring into her palm.

"What's this?" She asked opening her hand.

"My family's ring, make sure the baby wears it when he is born. It will keep you both safe in my absence." He didn't want to have her out of his sight, but he knew this was best. Dobby was scratching his chest like he always did, but this time something weird happened.

A light green glow began to emanate from a bump in his shoulder.

"What is that?" Said Harry, pointing his finger at the glow. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Old mean masters put it there. He sayed that it was someone very special. It was a part of a soul. Dobby thinks he was just being mean." Dobby said and Draco shuddered.

"Oh no," Draco said and glanced at the clock. It was ten-thirty- five. "Set down the portkey dobby. You aren't going with her."

Suddenly a huge cloud blew through the curtains and Voldemorte appeared with a glowing green aura. Draco grabbed Dobby by the arm and screamed "Hermione grab it!"

She reached for it just in time to hear the dark lord his "Avadakedavra." Draco fell to the floor just in time for Hermione to swirl into the space between reality and fantasy, on her way.

She was so shocked at what she saw, that she fell forward and dropped the ring, when she landed. Snape caught her and she screamed in heavy wracking sobs. "He's dead," she garbled through her tears. "The bastard killed him!"

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