Hermione unwrapped herself from Draco and grabbed the suitcase of clothes. Draco grabbed the other suitcase which clinked as all the jewelry shifted into the bottom. With Lucius dead, Hermione wondered, how long did they have? Was there some kind of reverse effect from the Dark Mark? Perhaps Voldemort would know...but Dumbledore was here with them. Of course, Dumbledore was exactly who Voldemort was after...even so Lucius had become less and less useful, which was one of the reasons they were after Draco. They arrived back in Draco's room to find Narcissa stepping into the fire, presumably to Grimmauld place. She looked slightly comforted and even managed to smile as she looked at Hermione. She disappeared into the fireplace and Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for something.

"Yes, Professor?"

"I think at a time like this you may refer to me by my first name."

"Albus...Is there anything else?"

"You two should go first, to Grimmauld Place. I will remain here in case...anyone should appear." Hermione nodded and smiled...this hell was almost over. Then again, so was the heaven.

Draco took her hand and they stepped through the grate and into the swirling green nebula that was the floo network. They emerged on the other side to see Lupin waiting for them, hands open to take the suitcases. His eyes strayed to their intertwined fingers, and he said.
"Harry's waiting for you upstairs." He smiled softly and went into the kitchen to see to Narcissa. She was sitting in the kitchen with what looked like a large mug of tea. She saw Lupin take her hand, and smiled. Maybe now, Remus wouldn't be so alone and nor would Narcissa.

She exchanged glances with Draco, who was watching the scene with interest. She knew what he was thinking. All those times that he had made fun of Lupin, now it looked like he may be replacing Lucius as Draco's father figure. And what an improvement it would be.

She tugged on Draco's hand and led him towards the stairs. Finally that beastly paining had gone. Once Sirius had passed on, the old woman seemed to have lost her fervor and she had vanished from the painting. She had, it seemed, existed only to torment Sirius as he had always hinted. One day, perhaps she would tell Draco about Sirius, and about his mother. Had Narcissa played here in here childhood? The way Sirius talked it was probable, even likely. Had Draco been here once Sirius had been expelled?

"Where did her painting go?" Draco asked quietly. So, he had been here, and he remembered. Which room had he slept in? Had he slept in the same bed as Harry? As Ron? As Sirius? Or even herself?

"She...went away once Sirius passed on. If that's what he did."

"My father said he was gone forever. He was Harry's godfather...Does he know?"

"About Sirius being his godfather?"

"No, that he can't come back." Draco looked at the floor, or rather at the stairs. They had stopped in the middle of the flight of stairs, both staring at the lightened patch where the painting had hung. Hermione broke the silence.

"Harry and I, we haven't had a lot of time to talk. We've all been hoping, deep down that he could come back. We've never found..." She wiped a tear from her eye, and took a deep breath. "We never found his body. I think we've all accepted that he's gone. The important thing is that his name is cleared. I know it is for Harry as well."

"Will it happen to me, Hermione? Will I be branded like he was, simply for his family name?"

"You're related to Ron, you know."

"By marriage, in a very estranged way. That annoyed father immensely."

"The Weasleys aren't branded the same way as the Blacks. I think that you can be cleared two. I doubt Dumbledore will allow a spectacle trial. But, it will be known that your mother killed him. You will be the son of a manipulative maniac. Oh, how Rita will love it when she finds out..."

"But everyone knows...everyone knows what my father was. What he did, he went to Azkaban for weeks, until he broke out." Hermione smiled.

"No, about us. First it was Harry and Viktor, now it will be the...well. Harry's waiting. He won't be ready for this yet." She let go of his hand and he looked disappointed but nodded resolutely.

"You go first. I'm not the one he'll really want to see."

"Do you want to wait in the hall?"

"No...show me where you sleep, I'll wait there." Hermione pointed her room out. It was across from Sirius' and Harry's was just down the way. She took another deep breath and rapped on the door. Harry opened it immediately. He was looking more gaunt than usual, like he had been when he had first come to Hogwarts. He also looked more pale than usual. Books piled around his room, she supposed he had been practicing defensive magic, and reading up on everything and everyone Voldemort.

"Harry."

"Hermione?" He put his arms around her and she hugged him tightly. "I didn't know whether you would come back. You hadn't been in touch, but then you showed up in the fire. And now, Draco's mum is downstairs..." Hermione nodded. "And Draco, he came too?"

"Yes, he's in my room. He didn't think you would want to see him." Harry looked bewildered.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I guess he just didn't think you wanted to see your worst enemy."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." They both turned to see Draco in the doorway. He walked in and offered his hand to Harry.

"I'm sorry about Sirius." Harry nodded. "I'm sorry about a lot of things. So many things that I don't think I can list them all." Harry nodded, studying Draco.

"I understand." Draco's hand slid into Hermione's.

"I want you to know Harry, that I'll treat Hermione right from now on." Harry nodded again.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, "Are you all right with this?"

"I trust you, Hermione. And I trust Draco. We've lost Sirius, but we have two more Blacks back with us now. He would have been proud." Hermione broke the silence again. She felt like she was always the one doing it, but it had to be done.

"I think we all need some tea."

"I'll make it," both Draco and Harry. Then Harry did something Hermione hadn't seen in months. He smiled. She knew it would take a lot of getting used to for the Order, having Draco around. She knew that this would be a long, hard fight, and there would be losses on both sides. But something about seeing the boys together gave her hope. One blonde, one dark, one Slytherin, one Gryffindor. Both princes who had suffered at the hands of Voldemort. Somehow, looking at them smiling at her, she knew that they would win.

Dedication: First and foremost to the Draco to my Hermione. Secondly, to everyone who has read/commented/passed on this fic. I hope you guys like this.

A/N: This was tough to end. I want to thank everyone who has waited so patiently for me to finish this, everyone who has read this, left me a comment, or passed this on to their friends (and/or sisters). I do hope you all continue to read what I write, and I am intending to finish up everything else I started and didn't finish yet.