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Several Ways to Die Trying

"Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed,

take notice, take interest, take me with you"- Dashboard Confessionals

He never though he would see her again. Be in the same room with her. Hear her heart beat. But there she was. The smart ass mudblood that drove him crazy.

In a good way.

Soft curls fell across her face. The face that was burned into his memory. The face that hunted his dreams and brightened his otherwise dismal life. She was different he noticed. Time changing her over the ten years since that day by the lakeside at Hogwarts. Ten years without a letter or meeting. Ten years of war. And tens years of heartbreak. Not average heartbreak, where one leaves another. The heartbreak of knowing someone loves you more then himself or herself.

But fate had other plans. Separate destiny's. Star-crossed souls. Still he was amazed by how beautiful she was. How perfect she was. Flashes of stolen kisses and loving glares across the great hall during meals. Tears and snow. Promises and her hot breath swirling in oblivion. His eyes gleamed with love. Something his pale gray eyes saved for her. The one he had loved in two different lifetimes.

His Angel.

He kneeled on the floor next to the bed she was sleeping in. The large blankets engulfed her small frame. She was in a deep sleep. A restless sleep. Full of nightmares and evils. The same evils that filled the minds of Gryffindor's around this broken world.

The Weasleys were dead.

All of them. Killed two days ago in Canada by a rather large group of Death eaters. The dark side was winning, this was well known, but still the Boy Who Lived and his closest allies had been well hidden. Until now. They had been hidden and found. And destroyed.

His hand lightly traced her bare shoulder. He slowly smirked at her boyish pajamas. Something's would never change. But something had and he knew he had to come. He needed to make sure she was still fighting. For both there sakes. It had been easy to find her. Feel her. He had followed his heart to her. He was, at first, scared that he had somehow been followed. Been traced. But now staring at the women lying asleep in front of him. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

Only her.

"Hermione?" He realized he hadn't said that name in what felt like forever. She jerked violently but didn't awake.

"Ron, No... no its not true," She whispered the words aloud.

"Hermione." He lightly pushed her shoulder.

"No It can't be true. Harry would have told me." He grabbed her now.

"Granger!" He eyes flew open. Confusion crossed her face. Then slowly he read it. Read it like he read a book. Disbelief.

"D...Draco?" She questioned her own sanity. He lightly smiled at her. She slowly sat up and warm tears hit her cheeks. "Draco?" She reached out and touched his chest with her fingertips. Goosebumps raced up her arms. He still gave her the chills. "What... how? It's not safe." He ran his thumb across her flushed cheek. Her skin felt like a feather.

"It doesn't matter. They don't matter." He said the words low. She was shaking.

"You." She placed her second hand on his cheek. She traced his jaw line with her frail fingers. "It's you?"

"Yeah Granger it's me." She began to smile then slowly her face dropped.

"Ron." She closed her eyes. "Oh God. Draco they I, I mean him and his family."

"I know." His voice was a whisper. He only realized now how truly broken she was. She was thin and tired. Still beautiful. He was about to say something but she began to sob now. He pushed off the ground and leaned over and hugged her. Her small body collapsing into his own. "It's okay Hermione. It's going to be okay."

Her worlds were muffled and inaudible. He kissed her forehead and let her cry. She grasped the front of his black robe as he ran he fingers threw her messy hair. After what seemed like forever she pulled away. Her large brown eyes searching his face. She ran a hand threw his silver hair. Something she had done so long ago. So many times. In another lifetime.

"How much time do we have?" She had asked him this before. The meaning was entirely different.

"I have to leave in a few hours." She nodded her head slightly. "Granger I think we should talk about everyt..." He stopped mid sentence. She was smiling. No, not smiling smirking. "What Granger?"

"Your different. Softer."

"Actually I'm the opposite." Her left eyebrow raised up. "I'm one of the most feared men on the plant." He lowered his voice. "Are you scared?"

"Hardly." She closed her eyes and sighed. Her nervous habit. "You once told me time changes how we see things." He nodded slowly. "But it can't change everything." He sat next to her. She was still crying. The tears streaming down her face silently.

"Like what?" She looked away from him. She was hesitant he noticed.

"I still love you." She whispered the words so low he barley heard her. "Despite everything, the time, the war, and well everything. I love you." She looked towards him. In the soft moon light with her hair a mess and her eyes alive he knew this was it. This was his reason to breath.

His reason to live.

He leaned forward slowly. His heart raced and his breath was short. Her eyes burning into his soul. He felt like a ten year old boy at a kissing party. Nervous with the anticipation of her. He felt nothing like the twenty seven year old man he had become. As he leaned in she wrapped her small arms around his neck. Ever so gently he lightly touched his lips to hers. Not really kissing them, just meeting them.

"I love you more." He said the words with his lips touching hers. Slowly he eased into a light kiss. After pulling away he looked at her and smiled. "Heaven." He leaned forward once again but this time there was no pulling away. He kissed her over and over. She kissed him back until she couldn't breath. Small tears of happiness escaping her eyes. There only chance, there only time. Once again time had granted them few precious moments. Something time only did for true love. Luckless love. There love. He pulled off his shirt and then her own. How desperately they wanted each other, to fix another. Salvation comes only so often in a life. This was theirs. She placed small wet kisses across his chest as he removed her shirt kissing her shoulders her stomach. Everything.

"I love you." He said over and over. Never meaning it so much. Never wanting love so much. He was so gentle so sweet. Knowing what she needed. Wanting to give her the stars. And then nothing mattered but her. Nothing. Only the hearts of two star crossed lovers becoming one.

True love being made whole.

She feel asleep in his arms. Her warm body keeping his heart safe. For the first time in his life he realized something. If there wasn't anything to stand in there way. If he hadn't of done the spell. What could have been? He had never questioned it before only excepted it. He looked down at this girl, this women. She was his soul mate. The one he was made to love. Designed to love.

It wasn't fair. He was meant to be with her. Marry her. Have kids and grandkids and grow old with her. Kiss her every night before they feel asleep. Tell her it would be alright if one of them ever got sick.

But time wouldn't allow it. Fate frowned upon them. And God had other plans. He kissed her forehead before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep. One he would never have again.

They're closing the casket it's good and tight,

But I'm dying to live.

When he awoke the next morning she was gone. She had left him alone. It was her turn to walk away. To be strong. Always strong. He slowly sat up in the bed. The warm sun hitting his bare chest. He held back a cry. For the third time in his life he felt heart broken. Like a small child. Half a person. He needed to be with her.

He couldn't.

It wasn't allowed. Time said no.

He looked down at his chest. A silver chain had been placed on it with a small silver ring dangling at the bottom. It was long meant to hang low under clothing unnoticed. He took the frail object in his fingers and noticed the engraving. He smirked at the name. The name that meant so much to him. The name that had changed his life forever. The name that gave him hope.

"Granger".

Somewhere in the world a young women clasped the small ring hanging from her neck. A nervous habit. She looked at the words she had had engraved on it. A small smile came to her lips.

His Heaven.

But I'm dying to live

Two days later he got the news. Hermione Granger, saving the life of The Boy Who Lived, died in a street alley. Beaten and bruised.

He sat in a black empty room. Sitting in the only chair in the corner. Crying. Holding the small silver ring in his hand. The only thing he had of her. No pictures, no letters. Nothing. Something tapped lightly on the window. An owl. Draco opened the window and took the small letter attached to the bird. Knowing it was orders he growled at the bird and slammed the window. In the moonlight he read words he had never excepted.

Malfoy,

Hermione wanted me to write you and tell you something. Before she died she made me promise to give you this message. Why I don't know and it is against my better judgment to send you this. But I promised my friend. She wanted me to tell you, "I'll be waiting for you. By the lakeside. For our Forever." I assume you know what that means.

HP

He did know. He knew exactly what that meant.

THE END

A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH okay okay don't kill me don't kill me... there will be a fourth installment!!! But only if you all review!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ::COUGH COUGH::!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I hope you liked it!!!