Draco felt his world tilt and his eye vision suddenly became very blurry with a burning sensation. These feelings now burning inside of him, he watched as Harry pushed past him and knelt down beside her. Ignoring the wars around him that were still ongoing, he stood still staring at Harry. He felt helpless because he knew that Harry wouldn't allow him to care for her.

"Please don't be dead." Draco whispered to himself. He knelt down beside her, too, ignoring that fact that Harry was only 2 feet away from him. Draco, too nervous and too shaken up, brushed her hair away from her cold, clammy skin. Harry felt for her pulse and sighed a relied when he was beating but not in a steady motion.

Without a word to Draco, Harry lifted her up with tears brimming his eyes, and went to Apparate. He paused for a moment and Draco wondered why until he realized it too. Harry's eyes narrowed as he stepped toward Draco.

"Malfoy, take that thing off of her arm and release her or she'll die if we don't bring her to a PROPER hospital immediately." Nothing was said as he stepped forward raised his wand and was ready to remove the tattoo. Just as he was ready to perform the spell, Hermione stirred and drew closer to Harry. In attempted gasps of breaths to speak, she clung to Harry whispering, "Draco! Draco help me..." Over and over again.

Harry's face showed pure shock, anger, and a hint of jealousy. Through gritted teeth he whispered, "Take her NOW Malfoy. The spell will take too long to perform." Harry looked away as Draco slipped his hands through, and gently took Hermione into his arms. Anger boiled inside of Harry, but he knew that Hermione needed help immediately.

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Following the days of the huge battle, everything had changed in some way. The war taking place had slowed down and there had been no contact between the Darkside and the Lightside. It was like each had vanished from the face of the earth. Each side was now even, but still raging with revenge on each other. And being a general in the war, Draco even thought it was never ending.

But some feelings and things didn't change.

The fireplace in the hospital dorms cackled and spit out embers angrily at the marble floor, warming the room up vigorously. And sporadically, a cool breeze would blow in from the window and teasing and threatening the flames. The silky curtains gently stroked the breeze in its attempts to cool the room. The moon shone dully from behind thick clouds, but even with this beautiful night and cozy scene, he felt all the same. Helpless. Lost. And confused, especially when he looked at her.

After the Manor was somewhat restored, he had been at her bedside every night. She wasn't exactly in a coma, because she woke sometimes and spoke a little. But she'd always go back into a deep sleep, muttering words to herself. Even in her deep sleep she looked beautiful to him. Her dark hair matted against her pillow, matching with her chocolate colored eyes, and her fair skin shimmering and glittering as the moon reflected off of it. If he had forgotten how her soft, smooth cheeks felt, he would always brush upon them or kiss them lightly to refresh his memory. Not that she knew of his presence there, but he came only at night to stay with her.

While watching her all those times, he always thought about something and it hadn't occurred to him at that very moment. When Hermione was hurt, she had asked for him. It hadn't clicked automatically, but Hermione, realizing she was in the care of Harry, still wanted him. The idea of her needing him made his heart beat rapidly against his chest, and his mind race with possibilities. He would never thought this to happen, to him of all people.

On one particular windy night, as the wind beat against the windows as they rattled, Hermione had awoken. It seemed as though she remember everything clearly. The color had returned to her face, her eyes were now bright, and a smile played upon her lips as she spotted Draco. He leaned forward and opened his mouth to say something but she shushed him with her fingers. Draco, somewhat surprised at this, sat down on her bed while she fought to sit up.

"I don't know what your thinking, but I know what I'm thinking and feeling at the very same time. That's why I'm going to tell you." She seemed to read his nervous and confused features because she smiled warmly. "I remember my happiness before this war, and I also remember my husband who I loved so dearly."

Draco sat in silence and just listened to her speak. "I remember a terrifying phone call I received, and then I remember my husbands death. I remember how I felt emptiness, and how it was indescribable. I remember when I realized that I wasn't only fighting the war on the outside, but also on the inside. I remember crying endlessly, but trying to move on." She paused for a deep breath as she held in tears.

"I remember how miserable I was when I sent my children away, and how angry I was when I realized what this war was doing to me. I remember being captured…" Draco shifted and looked away from her puffy eyes. "I also remember feeling so angry that I was at loss for words. But how come…tell me Draco…how come I don't remember falling for you? How come I remember feeling so angry that my own heart had betrayed my mind?" The words had barely come out when Draco's face lit up with shock. She had just poured her heart out to him, in a way he could only understand.

This time he looked up at her tearful face and his heart melted. The moony glitter of the room invaded her bed and a dim glow silhouetted her like a hallo. She looked like an angel… a very beautiful angel. He just couldn't resist reaching over and kissing her lips that were trembling involuntarily. It seemed like when they kissed the world stopped turning, and everything from childhood grudges to war was forgotten.

After a deep kiss he pulled back slightly and hovered over her lips with his.  "For the same reasons I can't remember falling for you either…" He whispered.

After a few more light kisses, Hermione spoke again. "Draco I don't know what to do. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't suppose to love any one else and I am not supposed to be feeling like I feel when you kiss my. My heart keeps crying out yes, when my mind is saying no."

He brushed the wisps of hair that had escaped from her ear back into its place. He smiled, one of the first genuine smile she had ever seen out of him. "Probably because I'm feeling the same way, too."

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A\N: I'm so sorry to leave you with a pathetic chapter like this =(…But on the other hand I've got big plans for this story…exciting ones too! That's why this chapter was so short you see I need time to plan it out carefully. The creativity is kickin' in and I'm PRETTY HAPPY RIGHT ABOUT NOW. Remember that A/N that I said I would discontinue this story? Ignore it.

(Bad report card. Broke up with boyfriend. Angry at a friend. Stressed. Tired.)

I really happen to like this story but I don't want to jump the guns just yet. I've got big plans but this story I didn't really want to plan. It kind of just flows out as I let my fingertips take control to cooperate with my mind. I was getting a bit selfish there with the reviews huh? I really couldn't care THAT MUCH now. It always nice to here what you guys think and if you appreciate my story. The words must go on.

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