Hermione stared at the Headmaster. He had to be kidding...he was recruiting the men and able women of the upper classes to fight in the war against Voldemort?! But...why?! She'd go...of course...once this baby was out...she'd go. In fact, their little bundle of joys were due any day now. So why was she dreading, with all of her heart and soul, the day that they were born?

Because that was when her dreams might start coming true. As a seer, she could never be certain whether what she saw was past, present, possible future, or definite future. It drove her crazy that way...sometimes...most of the time, she corrected herself...her visions came true. But there was always that tiny itty bitty chance...and where would she be if she didn't hold onto hope?

Her mother had once told her "Hermione, remember this...as long as there is life, there is hope. Never forget that...and hold onto what you have with all of your strength...and NEVER forget that as long as there is life, there is hope..." That had been before she'd died. Hermione had held to that sentiment...as long as there was life, there was hope. She had to...otherwise she'd be lost.

She might be lost anyways...



Draco walked into the headmaster's office, later that night, a little timidly. "Yes, sir?" He asked, nearly dreading the oncoming explanation.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Albus could see the boy let out a breath and take another one.

"Yes sir...Harry, Ron, Blaise and I...well...we were wondering if we could marry our girlfriends before we leave Hogwarts...with you and Professor McGonagall as witnesses...or something...see, We're afraid that, with the war and all of us going into it...well...we're afraid that..."

"That something might happen to you and leave your girlfriends and children alone?" Albus finished for the young man. When he nodded, the headmaster smiled. "I was hoping you'd do something like this. The arrangements only have to be finalized by you and Misters Potter, Weasley, and Zambini. I assume that's all?"

"Yes sir." Draco said, quietly. He smiled as he ran out to tell his friends. The others, as he figured they would, were ecstatic. They had all gotten rings months ago, and were now biding time until they could ask. For Draco, the opportunity came earlier than he thought it would.



Hermione sighed and looked up at Draco from her spot on his bed. "I'm FAT!" she proclaimed, tears bubbling up in her eyes.

"You are not. You're perfect." He brushed her tears away softly.

"Promise...?" She asked him, gently.

"On my honor. And my heart." He whispered to her. "You are the most beautiful person that I've ever seen in my life. Hermione Granger." His heart hammered in his chest as he went down on one knee. What if she said no?! What if...what if...what if she laughed at him...? "Will you marry me?"

In the next moment, Draco Malfoy found himself in the clutches of one VERY happy Hermione Granger-soon-to-be-Malfoy.

"YES!" she shrieked, happily...shedding the haunting dreams that she'd been having, temporarily.