A/N: Hey everyone. Well here I am with another chapter and I hope it is to your liking as my bestie and I spent most of our Ancient History lesson working out what is going to happen. Mind you the teacher was right in front of us as our seats a right near his desk, but he didn't seem to mind. Anyway enough of my dribble thanks for the reviews! And err... onto the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Now if Harry Potter were mind I'd be a powerful teenager... now that I am not. Sorry that simply means Harry Potter is not mind, only the Verbatim's.

Chapter Thirteen: Leaving For Them.

May passed in a blur for all the seventh years. No need to worry, no need to study, no homework. They were free to do what they wanted. It was a dream for them. Well except for Hermione. Every night she would dream about the boy and the same conversation would play over and over. Hermione lost sleep to this and was a walking zombie. Her friends were on constant eggshells around her and Draco; all he could do was calm her whenever she worked herself up into tears.

The Graduation ball was tomorrow night. All seventh and sixth years were going. The night was set to be a blast, full of dancing, talking and basically having a good time. The night would start with dinner and diplomas would be handed out. Than the dancing would start.

Hermione walked down the stairs to the common room. Draco was not in sight. Sighing Hermione glanced at her watch and saw it was 5pm. With nothing to do Hermione left the common room and headed towards the Astronomy Tower.

She walked through the corridors smiling at anyone who smile at her. She reached the door to the staircase, which led up to the Astronomy Tower. She opened up and ran up the stairs but came to a halt when she saw a shadow standing by the balcony.

"Oh sorry," said Hermione backing to the door, "I'll just leave you alone. Sorry to disturb you."

"You know the best thing about this year?" replied the shadow.

Hermione knew that voice anywhere. Draco.

"What?" replied Hermione walking towards the balcony and standing beside him.

"You. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You're a true friend Mione."

Hermione smiled, "You are a great friend to Draco. You've stuck by me through this nightmare."

"I can't believe the school year is over. Can you?"

Hermione looked at him and shook her head, "It's gone by so fast."

"I want to see you after school. I don't want our friendship to end."

"What about your father?" asked Hermione, "Surely he will want you to live at the manor?"

"He does. And I will... until I find a job and a place of my own."

Hermione nodded and they stood in silence.

The moon began rising sending white shining light across the lake.

"Hermione... I... never mind," said Draco.

"Tell me," said Hermione looking at him.

Draco turned and faced her. Their eyes locked, searching each other's for anything that would tell what the other was feeling. Draco raised his hand to Hermione's cheek and ran his thumb across it. They both stepped closer, their hearts pounding a mile a minute.

Hermione took in a deep breath and placed and hand on Draco's shoulder as they both leaned in closer.

The gap between the two disappeared as there lips finally locked in a slow yet passionate kiss.

Hermione moved her arms to around Draco's neck and he moved his to her waist drawing her closer.

!Z!

Voldemort stood on the black stoned balcony, his eyes closed and an evil smirk on his face. As normal he was at the Verbatim Estate.

"This is perfect," said Voldemort opening his eyes and turning to face Heath and Janice, "I know just the way to bring her to us."

"How my Lord?" asked Heath.

"I will tell you both later," replied Voldemort, "I must plan the letter."

Heath and Janice nodded and stepped aside as Voldemort walked past and into the house.

"Father I have sent the letters to the death eaters stating the meeting dates," said Gavin entering the balcony.

"Good, good," nodded Heath.

Gavin nodded and stood where he was.

"You can go now," snapped Janice.

Gavin bowed and walked back into the house.

!Z!

Hermione and Draco broke apart out of breath.

"I-I'm sorry," said Hermione, "I g-got carried away."

Draco smiled and placed a finger to Hermione's lips and kissed her again, "It's fine Mione. Believe me, it's fine."

Hermione sighed, "Draco... you have to know. I've been... I don't know dreaming of this for months... and... and."

"Mione... calm down, so have I," smiled Draco hugging Hermione.

Hermione breathed in his scent and wasn't surprised to feel so safe in Draco's arms.

"Come on," said Draco, "Let's go back to the common room... but we should still walk apart from each other okay?"

Hermione nodded and they left for their tower.

!Z!

The next morning rose early. The final day at Hogwarts for all seventh years. Hermione rolled over in her bed and stretched before sitting up. She climbed out of her bed for the second last time and walked to the wardrobe. She pulled out ¾ pink pants with two white stripes and a white singlet top with pink writing saying Heaven Sent!

After dressing she brushed her hair and walked down to the common room.

"Good morning."

Hermione smiled when two arms snaked around her waist. She leant back against Draco and looked up and met Draco's lips.

"Morning," replied Hermione, "The last day huh?"

"Yeah," nodded Draco as Hermione turned around in his arms, "Listen... I know after we leave it will be hard to see each other... until I find my own place... but can we still see each other?"

"Of course," smiled Hermione, "Come on. I'm starving."

!Z!

The final day passed particularly fast and now Hermione and Draco were entering their bedrooms to get ready.

During May Hermione and Ginny had gone dress shopping and both had picked out extremely beautiful dresses.

Hermione sat on her bed and pulled off her joggers. She than stood and walked to her wardrobe and pulled out her midnight blue, strapless, floor length ball gown.

She than grabbed her towel and entered the bathroom for a shower.

!Z!

"My Lord," said Janice, "What is it you wish to tell myself and Heath about?"

"Somebody will be returning home this evening," said Voldemort, "She will be arriving within the next two hours."

"My Lord," said Heath, "Do you mean Ellawise is coming home?"

"Yes Heath."

"But my Lord how did you achieve such a thing?"

"That is my secret and you will not be finding out. I have my ways."

Heath nodded, "What do we do in the mean time?"

"We wait."

!Z!

Hermione wrapped her towel around her and entered her bedroom and walked over to her bed. She reached down to grab her gown when a black envelope appeared on her bed. Frowning she reached down and grabbed it and sat on her bed and opened it.

Inside was a crème coloured piece of paper. Hermione pulled it out and opened it:

Ellawise,

This letter is your final warning. It is time you embraced your true life, your destiny and come home. You belong to the Dark Side. Dark magic and powers run through your veins.

If you do not come home I shall hurt you where I know it hurts you the most: killing the one you love and your friends.

The choice lies within your hands. Join the Dark Side and those mentioned shall live, deny your destiny and they shall die.

If you choose correctly go to the nearest fireplace and floo to: Verbatim Estate. I shall be waiting for you.

Lord Voldemort.

Hermione was breathing short ragged breaths. She could hear Draco humming in the shower. She could picture Harry and Ron reluctantly pulling on their dress robes and Ginny smiling as she applied her make up. And Blaise, who had become a friend of hers, would be helping Crabbe and Goyle.

Not leaving would put them in danger; they would get killed because of her. But leaving also meant leaving Draco behind. Leaving her happiness behind.

She had to go. There was no way around it. Listening for Draco, Hermione hurriedly pulled on jeans and a purple top. She slipped on her skeg shoes and stuffed a few personal belongings into her bag. Pocketing her wand Hermione ran down stairs to the fireplace. She scooped a big handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. She stepped into the green flames.

"Verbatim Estate!" cried Hermione.

!Z!

Voldemort, Janice, Heath and Gavin all stood in the entrance room with the big marble fireplace. Gavin was biting his lower lip. Just ten minutes ago he was informed that he had a younger sister who was 17 and was brought up to believe in good. Yet lately her dark side had been taking some action and Voldemort had worked out a plan to bring her to her 'true destiny'.

Everyone quickly shield their eyes as a green swirling flame erupted into the fireplace and a young pretty brunette stumbled out.

"Welcome home... Ellawise," hissed Voldemort.

Hermione glared at all four as if they were scum underneath a log.

"So kind of you to accept destiny."

"I'm not doing this for any of you," snapped Hermione, "I'm doing it for those I've left behind. So don't get your hopes up."

Heath whipped his wand out and muttered a spell, which slammed Hermione against a wall.

Hermione closed her eyes not showing any pain.

"Father," said Gavin stepping forward, "She is only telling you her reasons for coming. Surely this does not deserve any punishment."

"I did not ask for you opinion boy," snarled Heath letting the spell go and letting Hermione fall to the ground, "I suggest you shut up before you get punished."

Gavin nodded and glanced at Hermione who was looking at him wearily.

"I will take Ellawise to her room so she can settle in," said Voldemort, "Than we shall have dinner. Follow me Ellawise."

Hermione snarled at her parents and Voldemort before reluctantly following the lowest scum on earth to her new room.

!Z!

"Hermione?" called Draco rapping his fingers on her bedroom door, "Hermione babe?"

No answer. Draco sighed figuring she went to the dinner early as to not make their relationship seem more than it was to other people.

Draco ran down the stairs and exited the Common Room and headed for the Great Hall.

When he arrived her saw that people were already in side the Great Hall. Everyone was walking around and chatting with friends. Draco looked around the Hall for any sign of the girl he loved. He saw Harry and Ron with their dates, Harry was with a pretty blonde with blue eyes – Luna Lovegood and Ron was with Pavarti Patil. He spotted Blaise whispering sweet nothings in Ginny's ear.

Sighing Draco walked over to them, "Have either of you seen Mione?"

"No. She isn't here yet," said Ginny.

"She has to be," replied Draco, "She's not in her room. I've look everywhere for her."

Ginny pointed behind Draco who turned around to find him face to face with Dumbledore.

"I believe we need to talk Mr Malfoy," said Dumbledore.

Draco nodded and followed him to the room that comes of the Great Hall, (A/N: Think book 4 and you will know what I mean.)

"Miss Granger has left," said Dumbledore.

"What?" said Draco taken by surprise.

"She has gone to join Voldemort."

"No... Hermione would never. Why? Did she plan this?"

"No Mr Malfoy she didn't. She left for a reason."

"Do you know the reason?"

"I do not know. I wish I did."

"You don't know? You know everything that bloody happens in the school! And you don't know why Hermione left?" yelled Draco, "I saw her and hour and a half ago! She was fine. We were fine... and now she's vanished without any signs? Why? I just want to know why?"

"I am sorry Mr Malfoy. But we will find out why. I assure you we will."

!Z!

Voldemort shut the door behind Hermione. The room had dark green walls and a wooden floor. The room was huge and a queen size double bed with a silver quilt and silver bed hangings. There was a huge dresser and wardrobe and many other things. But Hermione didn't care. She sat on her bed swallowing a lump in her throat. But it didn't help as a silent tear fell down her face, followed by another and another.

Soon tears were streaming down her face as she cried her soul out. She cried for the hurt she left Draco with knowing she didn't go to him for help. But she had to go and she knew it. To keep him safe, to keep Ginny, Blaise, Ron and Harry all safe. And to leave her in misery.

A soft knock came at the door. Hermione quickly wiped her tears and looked at the dark brown/maroon door, "What?"

"Can I please come in?" came a male's voice.

"Whatever," replied Hermione.

The door opened revealing the boy who had stopped Heath from harming her anymore.

"I'm Gavin... Gavin Verbatim... your older brother," he said shutting the door behind him.

Hermione just nodded not trusting him one bit.

"Look... I know you probably and like the rest of them," said Gavin, "But I'm not. And I know you only came because Voldemort threatened you."

"W-why should I believe you?" said Hermione gripping her wand, "All I know about you is you're a Verbatim and my brother. And all Verbatim's have been into dark magic. They show no mercy for anyone. Which I discovered today."

Gavin sighed, "Ell-"

"It's Hermione. Hermione Granger. I am not Ellawise or a Verbatim. I shall not carry a filthy name."

"Hermione," said Gavin, "You have to believe me. I know we know zilch about each other. Maybe we could get to know each other. I want to kill Voldemort just as much as you do and just as much as your friend Harry Potter does. I've seen people get killed bowing to him for forgiveness. I've seen things you never want to see in your life. Here I am treated like a slave because I am not powerful enough... or dark enough for our parents liking. All I ask is for you to believe me."

Hermione looked at him closely.

"I know you don't want to be here or turn dark. If we work together we can get out of here alive. Look tomorrow at 9pm meet me outside your bedroom door... I want to show you something."

A knock came at the door and Gavin apperated out of the room just as the door opened.

"Ellawise," snarled Janice, "Dinner. Quit sulking."

"It's Hermione," snapped Hermione, "Get it right and quit telling me what to do."

Janice reached for her wand but Hermione was too quick for her, "Don't even think about it Verbatim. I know nasty spells... thanks to Harry Potter."

"Do not mention his filthy name in our home," hissed Janice, "Come along. It's rude to keep the Dark Lord waiting."

"Oh no," snapped Hermione following Janice, "Don't want to get his knickers in a knot would we?"

Janice spun around and struck Hermione across the face, "Enough! I will not tolerate such behaviour from you."

"And who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Your mother."

"My mother is dead thanks to you. As I said before I am here to keep people safe."

Janice sneered at Hermione and turned again and led her to the dining room.

!Z!

"Ellawise," said Voldemort, "Take a seat next to your brother."

Hermione sat beside Gavin and looked at the chicken and vegetables on her plate, "I don't eat sweet potato."

"You do now," replied Heath.

Hermione glared at him before picking at her chicken.

"Tomorrow at 10am we shall begin your dark art's training," said Voldemort, "We shall rid the goodness from you once and for all."

"What if I don't want to learn your pathetic spells?" replied Hermione looking at Voldemort.

"Dark magic is not pathetic," hissed Voldemort, "It is powerful."

"What about Gavin?"

"What about the pathetic boy?"

"I think he should learn some too. I mean he never went to Hogwarts. Did you go to a magic school Gavin?"

"Yes, Dumstrang."

"You must know Victor Krum than."

"Yes."

"He was my date to the Yule Ball in my forth year."

"Will you please shut up?" snapped Heath, "Your voice is irritating."

"All the more reason to speak," smirked Hermione.

!Z!

Draco entered the Common Room alone. It was 3am and he was a mess. Hermione was gone. Not coming back. He couldn't see her, he couldn't hold her, he couldn't kiss her and he couldn't speak to her or watch a smile appear on her face at the sight of him. And no one knew why she left.

He looked up at her bedroom door.

"Her bedroom," whispered Draco running up the stairs.

He ran into her room and saw her dress on her bed, a towel on the floor and her cupboard door open. Photos were missing and so was her journal. On the bed was a black envelope.

Draco walked over and picked it up. It was empty and no letter was on the bed.

Draco crumpled the envelope up and threw it at the wall and he fell to the floor.

A tear snaked down his face as sadness washed over him.

"How am I meant to cope without you Mione?" whispered Draco, "You're my Angel... your were Heaven Sent."

!Z!

The next morning rose with heavy rain clouds hovering the castle. This suited Draco's mood as he dragged his trunk down to the Entrance Hall.

"Where is she?" asked Ginny walking up the Draco as he dumped his trunk.

Draco knew whom she meant, "Gone."

"What? Where?"

"Where do you think?" said Draco as they entered the Great Hall.

"No!" cried Ginny, "She would never!"

"She did okay? No one knows why!"

Draco turned on his heel and stalked to the Slytherin table, his mood the foulest it had been all year.

!Z!

"What do you mean she's joined him?" cried Harry after Ginny told them the news, "She would never betray us to him!"

"Well she has," said Ginny sadly, "We didn't help her enough... we could've done more... and now she's joined his league."

"She was a lost case," said Ron, "I knew it... we were right about her joining him Harry. We should've killed her when we had the chance."

"I can't believe you two!" screamed Ginny, "How can you both give up so soon on her? Surely there is a logical reason behind it all!"

"Come on Ginny?" said Harry, "She's been a shady type of person all year."

"Than Potter," said a cold drawling voice behind him causing Harry and Ron to spin around, "You obviously don't know your friend very well as you presume you do. She wouldn't do this sort of thing without a reason. Dumbledore believes this as well and so do I. When I entered her room last night there was a black envelope on her bed."

With that Draco walked out of the Great Hall.

Potter was so lucky I didn't break his nose with my fist right then and there.

!Z!

"Severus," said McGonagall at the Teacher's table, "Do you agree with Miss Weasley's and Mr Malfoy's idea of Miss Granger leaving to join him?"

They both had just witnessed the argument between the four students, as did Dumbledore. But

Dumbledore was too busy talking about Flobber Worms with Hagrid.

"I do not know," sighed Snape, "At the next Death Eater meeting Mr Malfoy and I shall find out more.

In the mean time we can only hope that is the reason for her sudden departure."

"I suppose you are right," sighed McGonagall.

!Z!

Hermione walked down the cold stone steps and walked into the dining room. Her mood was not a pleasant one, but she was using all her will to keep her anger under control.

"Good Morning Ellawise," smirked Voldemort.

"There is nothing remotely pleasant this morning," replied Hermione grabbing a slice of toast, "Even if there was, your presence would have killed it."

Voldemort stood up and stalked around to Hermione and pushed her chair back and leaned on the armrests, his horrible face was inches from hers.

"I have tolerated your behaviour for so long," he hissed, "I will not tolerate it anymore. If you wish to live to see your 18th birthday I suggest your tidy your act up."

Hermione wasn't feeling fear one bit. In fact she was annoyed by his so-called 'threat'. She was a girl made of courage and no one was going to make her feel fear, especially Voldemort.

"I personally don't give a damn if you have my behaviour," said Hermione, "So get out of my face because I am a Granger, not a Verbatim, my name is Hermione, not Ellawise. You are not my father so quit trying to tell me what to do."

Voldemort smiled, "You have courage. But courage is not enough to survive on the dark side."

Hermione sneered at him, "That's because I am on the light side. I'm just here to keep people safe."

"We will see about that."

A/N: Well... it didn't come out the way I wanted it to. But I think it is good enough. What do you think? Oh and KittyOfWonder, I will try to use your idea and thankyou so much for it! You get a hug and a kiss from Draco... but you will have to ask J.K Rowling about that... so will a kiss from Gavin do? Review all of you!

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