A/N This chapter is dedicated to SailorMercury909. Why? Because I liked her review the best. Also for SailorMercury909 Mrs. Weasley was fighting because she actually is in the order. Yes I did look it up.

Also you might want to read the end of the last chapter again because I changed something added something to the end. It's only like a paragraph so no big deal.

On to the story

In Hell With: Draco Malfoy

Chapter 26

Failed Attempts

"Destination?"

"Um, where would do you want to go?" Draco asked Hermione.

Hermione remember what had happened the last time they had used this thing. "Somewhere safe."

"Destination received."

The lift started to move downwards. It stopped at the next floor. The doors slide open and out went Hermione, George, Draco, and Tonks. They scanned the room for any signs of life but there was none. They all exchanged looks. When they saw that everyone was exhausted they all sat down in the middle of the floor.

George had his head in his hands. He looked like he was about to go into fettle position. Tonk's gaze shifted off to a nearby wall. Hermione and Draco on the other hand stared at each other.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked him.

"Get out of here, as soon as possible." Draco answered. "We should have left already."

George lifted his head up and glared at Draco. "And just leave the others? My whole family is in this place!" he shouted.

"Again with the noise," Draco said calmly. "Just because at the moment there aren't any Death Eaters here doesn't mean where safe."

"I can't take this." George stood up and went to leave the room. Hermione quickly jumped up and followed him.

"George don't." He stopped. "You can't leave. You have a better chance of finding everyone if you stick with us."

George turned around and faced Hermione. "We can't leave until we find all of them."

Hermione shook her head. "We won't."

Draco let out a sigh of annoyance. "What is Gryffindor stupidity running threw this room? There is no way in hell that you are going to live if we stay here much longer. You. Will. Die. Can I make it any clearer?" Draco ranted

"Slytherins," Tonks said joining the conversation. "All they care about is there own asses."

"Ah," Draco said. "See that is where you are wrong. Slytherins are just smart enough to know when they should get the bloody hell out of a place. Let's just say because if they don't they're going to die."

"I'm not leaving without them." This time it was Hermione who spoke.

"Fine. Then you can die."

"And where would that leave you?" Hermione snickered at him.

"Alive."

"No," Hermione protested. "Everyone by now probably knows you're a traitor. Where are you going to go if you don't have me? I doubt anyone else would take you in."

Draco took this into consideration for a moment. "Simply I would say that I was put under the imperious curse. It's as simple as that."

"I guess then the next time you'll see me is at my funeral, Malfoy."

Draco frowned. "Fine." He said to Hermione. "We'll compromise. I'll give you fifteen minutes to find as many people as you can. Then after that we're leaving."

"Fine," Hermione said stubbornly. She turned and looked at George.

"I'm not leaving until I find everyone." He simply stated.

"Same here." Tonks said.

Hermione felt slightly ashamed of herself. "Well then forget it Draco."

"No," Hermione looked to see who had said this and surprisingly it was George who spoke. "You have to leave. You are the world's last hope."

"What?" Hermione began.

"The book? Remember?" George said. "If we can't take him down tonight you are our last hope. You have to live. Malfoy's right you should leave now. Me and Tonks will be fine by ourselves."

"But I-" Hermione started.

"Go," George said firmly.

Hermione slouched her head. Now she knows what Harry must have felt like. She felt someone take her hand and realize it was Draco. "Come," he said. "We should move quickly."

Hermione nodded. She went to say goodbye to George and Tonks but they had already left. Hermione swallowed her pride and helplessly followed Draco.

Back into the lift.

"Destination?"

"Home," Draco said.

"Destination does not exist. Please choose another."

"The eight floor." Hermione said.

"What?" Draco snapped. "Are you crazy? That's where they are!"

Hermione nodded her head. "I know, but it's the only way out."

"How about we just Apparate?"

Hermione shook her head. "It wouldn't be safe. The only reason why we could get here by Apparating was because the ministry lowered their defenses, but they probably raised them again."

Draco nodded his head. "Makes sense."

The lift went up one floor and the doors slowly opened. To both of their surprises the room was abandoned. The only thing left was the rotting corpses of there beloved friends. It was a very sickening sight. Together the two of them slowly excited the lift.

Draco walked over towards the nearest fire place. He searched it looked for floo powder. When he couldn't find any he checked the next fireplace. Still nothing. "You don't think…" Hermione started.

Draco shook his head and continued his search. Hermione jumped when she heard a loud crash coming from the next room. She looked and Draco and he was still scanning the room. "Draco!" she hissed.

He turned his head. "What?"

"I heard something."

"Well of course you heard something. We are obviously in the middle of an all out battle, I would be more worried if I didn't hear anything." He turned away from her and continued to look for the powder.

Hermione growled under her breathe. He could be so stubborn sometimes. Footsteps. Hermione shot her glance at the only other door of the room. She heard footsteps and they were coming from behind the door. "Draco! Someone's here!"

Draco sighed. "Hermione what did I tell you before?"

Just then the door shot open. Instinctively Hermione ducked and Draco hid himself in a fireplace. The door shut almost as quickly as it had opened. The figure was too fare away for Hermione to see clearly.

"Thank God," one of them panted. "It's empty." The person fell to the floor and let out a breath of relief.

The other one stood starring at the floor. He must have discovered the bodies. He walked towards them to get a better view. "Fuck," he said as he approached Lupin's body. "Lupin's dead."

"What?" The other one's head shot up. "Impossible."

As the one person went to look at the next body Hermione got a better look at the face. It was Neville. Hermione wanted to jump and yell his name but she was smart enough not too. She didn't want to surprise someone in a situation like this.

"Oh my," Neville said knowing starring at Mrs. Weasley's body.

"What?" said the other voice.

"Er nothing, Ron. Just stay over there. I think this ones got a disease." Neville lied.

"And how would you know that?" Ron asked but before he got over to the body his gaze turned over to where Hermione was crouching. He had spotted her. "Hermione?" he shouted. "Is that you?"

Hermione stood up from her poor excuse for a hiding spot. "Yes." She said back. She started to walk towards Ron but stopped suddenly. He had his wand pointed towards her.

"How do I know you're really Hermione? You could just be pretending to be a Death Eater."

"Oh come of it." Everyone turned their heads only to find a dust covered Draco. "Do you really think that they would go threw all that trouble to turn into Hermione just to deceive you. Believe me Death Eaters aren't sneaky."

Ron put down his wand. Hermione took this as an okay to move and walked over towards him. Ron was ignoring her now. His attention was on Draco. "How come you're here?"

"Honesty Weasley I don't have time for this. We," he said pointed towards Hermione. "Need to leave."

"Come with us." Hermione pleaded. "We don't have a chance in wining, well at least here. I know how to put a stop to this."

Ron nodded. "We were just leaving, we bumped into George. He told us to get the hell out of here and that's what I'm planning on doing."

"You know," Draco started. "We could have had this whole conversation somewhere safe and warm and maybe drinking so nice hot tea."

Everyone glared at him. "I'm just trying to make a point." He said.

"Well did you find the floo powder?" Hermione asked.

Draco pointed towards a pile of dust on the floor. "It's all we got."

"We can't take that." Neville said. "It's dirty. We don't know where it would lead us."

"As long we are somewhere where we can apparate, we're fine." Draco snapped. "Now let's go."

He took the powder and threw it into the fire place. "Er," Hermione said. "You won't be able to get into where we need to go. It has a secret keeper."

Draco shrugged. "I'll wait outside. Just go!"

"But-" Hermione tried protesting but before she knew it she was pushed into the fireplace. "Number twelve Grimmauld Place!" Hermione's head began to spin as she saw thousands of fireplaces pass before her eyes. WHAM Hermione was thrown out of the fireplace and landed on her back. "I guess that's what happens when you use dirty floo powder." She said to herself.

Hermione regretted not moving quickly enough when Ron to went flying out and landed straight on her. "Hey," he said.

"Get off." Hermione pushed him off. Ron rolled to the side just in time for Neville to take his place.

"BLOODY HELL!" Hermione yelled.

"Sorry," Neville said. He pushed himself off and walked over towards where Ron was standing.

Hermione close her eyes waiting for the next one to come but he never did. Then reality struck her. He wasn't coming. He wasn't going to be waiting outside. He had no idea where this place was. He didn't want to come. No Hermione thought. He wouldn't leave me. He'll be here.

Hermione sat starring the fireplace.

"Er Hermione?" Ron said. "What are you doing?"

'Waiting for Draco."

Ron and Neville exchanged glances. "Um I don't think he's coming."

Hermione ignored them and continued to wait. A minute went by, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, and still no sign of Draco. Ron and Neville had left the room. Hermione was the only one left in it. She was glad because when Draco came out of that fire place he would be all hers, but that never did happen. At one point she did hear the fireplace rumble but the only think that came out was Lavender Brown. What a shame.

After about fifteen minutes more people popped out of the fireplace. Normally Hermione would have been relieved to see the people safe and sound but there was no Draco.

In the next room people sat together talking about what had just taken place. Most of them knew not of the outcome but told their stories of loss and fleeing. More and more people continued to come out of the fireplace, but still no Draco.

The sun had risen and the rays started to slide threw the cracks of the building. Hermione felt and hand on her shoulder and turned her head to see who it was. "Hermione," Ron said, "He's not coming."

Hermione nodded her head. She was too tired to argue. Of course he's coming. She wanted to say. He'll be here in a few more minutes. What did silly old Ron know anyway? In a daze Hermione was being led up the steps into a very comfy bed. Hermione laid her head on the pillow. "He'll be here soon won't he?"

Ron hesitated for a moment then spoke. "Of course, now go to sleep."

Soon the image of Ron started to fade and the room became black. It all had to be a dream. When she awoke she would see the interior of her old Hogwarts bedroom. She would awaken to kids scurrying around and saying their final good-byes. Everything will be back to normal.

She awoke the next morning to an empty room. It wasn't exactly what she was hoping for. Hermione stretched her arms out and yawned. She got out of the bed and walked down the stairs. Hermione went into the kitchen to find a room full of people. It wasn't as crowded as it was in the middle of the night. Most of the people there were covered in bandages or resting on the table. No one was smiling.

Hermione walked past the crowd of groaning people to find Ron sitting with his brothers and sister in a corner of the room. They weren't speaking. Hermione was going to leave them alone when she saw George gesture for her to sit down. Hermione did as he wanted.

"We're orphans now." Ron said.

"Shush," Bill snapped. "We still have each other and that's all that matters."

"We can't live like this!" Ginny blurted out. "Why don't you just tell her already? We lost the battle last night! You-Know-Who is in power! We're going to have to live here forever! We're going to have to live in this fitly, disgusting, piece of-"

"SHUT UP!" Hermione yelled. "I know you're upset but complaining about this isn't going to do anything! We are not doomed. We are not going to have to live in this crap house forever! I can stop this! I will stop this!" Hermione got to her feet and marched out of the room.

"Hermione!" George yelled after her. He too got to his feet and followed her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need- I need to find Draco!" Hermione said. Her eyes began to fill up with tears.

"But why?" George asked. "Can't you just do the spell?"

"NO!" Hermione shouted. "I can't just do the spell. It's not that simple! I have to see him first. We have to be together one last time!"

"I can't believe you. You are pathetic. You have fallen head over heals for some good for nothing Death Eater who has abandoned you over and over again. The worst part about it is that you still go running back to him!"

Hermione sniffled. "He needs to know."

"Oh does he?" George continued. "You can't even save your friends without putting him first! If you had just done the spell my parents would still be alive!"

"Oh yeah? And who would have died for the spell? Who would have been the willing sacrifice? Would it have been you George?"

"Yes," George said.

"No," Hermione responded back. "I wouldn't have allowed it. I will never kill anyone innocent. I would see this whole world be destroyed then do that." Hermione turned around and walked away. She angrily flung open the door and marched out of the house.

Hermione looked around her. "Great!" she shouted. "I am in the middle of London with no money or food looking for a boy who could be anywhere!"

"Join the crowd," said a nearby person.

Hermione growled under her breath. How can people be so rude? To top it off the person wouldn't stop starring at her. It was more then a glare then anything else. It was a glare that pierced your very soul. Hermione only knew one other person who could do that. Draco Malfoy.

Hermione's eye lit up with surprise and joy. "It took you long enough," Drawled the blonde headed boy. "I was out here all morning."

Hermione ran across the street and jump into his arms. She planted his cheek with a wet kiss then pulled away. "How did you know?"

"I have my ways," Draco said. Hermione knew she was never going to find out.

Hermione took Draco's hand and they started to walk down the streets of London. "So," Hermione said playfully, "I heard you were looking for a boy. I am too."

"Well when I said that I did mean a girl, particularly one with curly brown hair."

"I have curly brown hair."

"I guess you'll do."

The two teenagers sat on the corner of the sidewalk. The streets were crowded with people. No one seemed to notice them, they were all to concerned with there day to day lives. "So are you going to tell me the bad news?" Draco asked.

Hermione looked at him blankly.

"On how to defeat The Dark Lord. I think if it was easy you would have done it already."

Hermione looked away from him. She didn't want to ruin the mood. This was probably one of their last moments together. She didn't want it to end with Draco's death.

"Come on, tell me."

"It's a very complicated spell. I think there are three steps to it. Well the first step is that I need a willing sacrifice." Hermione paused and looked at Draco. When his facial expression did not change she continued. "Then I need to say some spell that's written down in the book. Er I don't really remember how it goes. Well then after that I say another spell that will "destroy all that is Voldemort".'

"Well that doesn't seem too bad."

"You don't get it do you?" Hermione snapped. "All that is Voldemort? It means everything that has to do with him, including his Death Eaters!"

"Well we all have to die sometime."

Hermione's jaw dropped open. He was taking this too well. If someone went up to her and was like "Hey I'm going to kill you so I can save the world." She wouldn't be so happy about it.

"Don't worry Hermione, everything will turn out okay."

"I just can't loose you," Hermione said. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her close to him.

"You won't, I'll always be with you."

Hermione pulled away from him. "How?"

"Ill be one of those annoying ghosts who float around Hogwarts."

"That's not funny."

"No, your right, I might not ever get laid again."

"Draco! Take this seriously!"

"Why? Don't you think I should be happy in my last moments of life? Wouldn't you rather remember me as the fun, conceited, good-in-bed Draco?"

Hermione bit her lip. "I would rather remember you as the man I started a life with Draco."

"Well we can't have everything."

"I know."

They were silent for a few moments. There was a slight breeze in the air that sent a chill threw Hermione's body. The sun was once again setting making Hermione realize that she had slept threw the whole day.

"I'll be the willing sacrifice."

"No you won't."

"Hermione, I am going to die anyway. Why not die a hero?"

"Because I can't kill you, you've done nothing wrong."

"I haven't? Well didn't warn anyone about the attack on Hogwarts. I did kill a man while trying to let you escape. I also killed a couple of the Order."

"Are you trying to make me hate you?"

"No, just kill me."

"What is with you? You're taking all of this to calmly!"

"I'm not happy about dieing, but it's the only way. I have accepted that. I can not go back to my parents and hiding in fear is not the way I want to live. Honesty Hermione, I would rather die."

"Don't say that."

"It's the truth."

"No."

"Go get the book."

Hermione did as she was told. She stood up and left Draco where he was sitting. She slowly walked back into the hiding pace. When she got in there the hallway was empty. Everyone was still huddled together in the kitchen. She walked up the stairs where she kept the book. It was where she left it, on the desk.

Hermione picked up the book and went to leave the room. When she got to the door way she stopped and stared at the book. Then she turned back into the room and placed it back onto the desk. She started to open the drawers and took out a quill and paper. She then opened the book and quickly scribbled down a few words, shut the book, and left the room.

Hermione hurried down the stairs and opened the front door. She crossed the street and walked down the block to where she left Draco. Hermione found Draco and her eyes widened with horror. Draco was being held back by two hooded cloaks. He wasn't struggling but just standing there.

"I would have warned you," he said, "but the bastards took my wand."

Hermione was too shock to do anything. When the Death Eaters took a hold of her she didn't move. She just starred at Draco. He wasn't afraid so she wouldn't be afraid. As long as he was with her everything will be alright.

A/N I made this chapter have some hints of humor in it. Yes I can do that even at such a dark time. Well please review! Again the more reviews the faster I update! Also I think next chapter is going to be the final one.