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BTW!!! --- one of my fic's (Such a Feeble Thing) is a one shot. Lol. No hope of continuing it, sorry!

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"Where are we?" Hermione whispered, squinting her eyes. Relief flooded over her. She looked around and made out a room with metal walls, some cupboards and a single bed. Walking towards where the light was, Hermione realised there seemed to be a crack in the ceiling. Thank goodness for it.

"In the Malfoy cellar." Draco answered with a smirk, his arms shifting for support. Draco's breathing was uneven and he still felt like he was going to black out.

"Malfoy," Harry called out, suddenly unsure, "you alright?"

"Never better." Draco replied bitterly.

"That was... amazing!" Hermione beamed, excusing the fact that he was a Dark Wizard, that he consorted with the Dark Lord; that he put all their lives in danger.

"Yeah. Can't believe you nearly got –" Harry trailed off and ran to support the giddy Draco. "Draco!"

"Sorry." was all Draco muttered before giving and slumped against the worried Harry.

"I-Is he alright?" Hermione asked, running up to Draco to support him as well.

"Yeah, must be the potion. Let's put him on the bed." Harry assured.

"Wonder what he's so sorry about," Hermione thought aloud wistfully. She looked expectantly at Harry, who just shrugged. "He was amazing though; taking on the Dark Lord and his Father like that."

Harry smiled, congratulating his unconscious friend.

"If only the potion didn't run out." Hermione continued; her voice hushed not wanting to disturb, "Maybe we could've defeated... You Know Who."

Harry looked down.

"I wish I could've helped more." Admitted Hermione, on the verge of tears. The Dark Lord was taking his toll.

.:: Flashback ::.

"Kill him."

"Dr-" Harry was silenced by Draco's venomous glare. "I can't" Harry explained bluntly.

Draco's eyes hardened.

.:: End of Flashback ::.

"Me too." Harry agreed, offering his arms to her.

"I didn't even do anything!" Hermione wail softly. She turned a little and faced the sleeping Draco, "I'm sorry." She brushed his hair back and smiled slightly at the innocent disguise he wore in his sleep.

"I should be sorry." Harry admitted, cradling her in his arms. They were sitting on the end of the bed, looking over Draco. Hermione looked questioningly at Harry. "I didn't – couldn't – kill him." he answered in a voice barely above a whisper, cracking mid sentence in shame.

"It's okay." Hermione cooed in turn.

"I'm a disgrace," Harry confessed, "I'm supposed to be the one who kills Voldemort. I had the chance, but I didn't do it. I just refused. I'm The Boy Who Lived. I'm supposed to defeat the Dark Lord. But I can't. I couldn't do it."

"No!" Hermione leapt up; what was becoming of their hero? "Nothing good could ever come of death."

Hermione felt his disbelief. What other way is there to overcome an evil wizard?

"I'm sorry." Harry repeated, not hearing Hermione trying to soothe him. "I'm sorry." He faced Draco. "I did it again. First with worm tail... and he ends up being the Dark Lord's pet; killing everyone. Now... now; I couldn't even harm... I couldn't even avenge the death of my parents."

He buried his head within his hands.

"Harry." Hermione raised her voice slightly to capture his attention, "there's nothing wrong in not killing. There is nothing wrong with Mercy."

Seeing no use, Hermione rose and left Harry to deal with his conscience alone. She went to explore the room, hoping every second that the swarm of Death Eaters wouldn't appear.

Finding her wand, she created some more light.

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"Draco!" Hermione called out as she saw him stir.

"Hermione." He smirked as he opened his eyes to see the one face he never thought he'd bring himself to see again.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked; stupid question.

"No." he replied bluntly.

"What happened?" Hermione asked. They saw Harry sleeping at the end of the bed; they had been there for at least 24 hours.

"Where do I begin?" Draco joked, "How'd you get here anyway?"

"I was kidnapped." Hermione replied bluntly, grimacing at the memory.

Draco decided to leave that idea alone.

"What... do you want to know?" he sighed, sitting up and creating space between them. He remembered his resolve and was trying to stick to it.

Hermione smiled, shaking her head. She was used to Draco evading questions with more questions, leaving her speechless. But she wanted answers.

"What were you doing here?"

"I was taking Potter with me to visit."

"Why?"

"Potter wanted to come."

"Why what?"

"Why... was I kidnapped?"

"I don't know."

"Are you a Dark Wizard?" she looked into his eyes as she asked this, fearing the right answer and detesting a lie.

"You already know the answer to that." He looked back into her eyes, never relenting and looking away. Hermione flinched; it was as if his gaze stung her.

"Wh-" Hermione didn't know what to ask. "What happened to them?"

"Father? Voldemort? The Rest of the Death Eaters?" Hermione recoiled further as she listened to him inquire, "I switched port keys. Sometimes they come here. I 'dropped' a port key leading to Diagon Alley. I alerted the Aurors."

The sudden outburst of information from him caught her off guard.

"What about the Polyjuice potion?"

"I needed a decoy."

"So you used Harry?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't You Know Who recognize the real Harry?"

"I also had Harry's scar."

"What do you think happened when the Death Eaters entered Diagon Alley?" Hermione wondered.

"If they enter; if. Perhaps they'll be smarter than that as to act on impulse and try to chase after us by grabbing the closest port key, hoping it'll lead to us. I doubt it. Father's too sharp. Don't worry. There is only one port key that can access here. And I have it."

"So they could be anywhere?"

"Yes."

There was no use in lying to her for comfort.

"But what would happen if the did go Diagon Alley?"

She wasn't giving up. Hermione desperately wanted to cling on whatever comfort she could. Even if the chances of it happening were too slim.

"Then the Aurors would meet them. They would duel. People would die. Aurors and Death Eaters alike; some of each would lose their lives. Death Eaters might get captured and sentenced to a life in Azkaban. Aurors might get captured and tortured until they lose their sanity. Voldemort would escape."

Draco's prediction wasn't comforting.

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"Draco?" Harry asked, scrunching his finders to rub his eyes as he woke. "Where are we?"

Draco smirked.

"In the cellar." Draco repeated, looking at Hermione.

"Oh." Was all Harry could manage.

"We need to go soon, wonder girl over there's wolfing down all the food." He grinned at Hermione who was indulging in some very expensive looking food.

"How long have we been here?" Harry asked,

"About... two days?" Draco answered,

"Wow." Harry was rather shocked. It didn't seem that long.

"You alright?" Draco feigned not caring.

"Yeah; just hell as tired. Guess the Polyjuice potion takes a toll. You?"

"Oh... you know. Polyjuice potions running out... Voldemort escaping my curse... Probably getting disowned from the Malfoy family." The look on Draco's face stated that he wasn't joking.

"Sorry." Harry offered.

"No."

"What?"

"No. Nothing you could've done." Draco grimaced.

"Sorry." Harry's voice began rasping. "I couldn't do it."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, a look of distaste masked his worry.

Harry had been thinking of nothing else. Draco had been thinking of everything but.

"I couldn't do it." Harry repeated, "I couldn't kill..."

Draco rolled his eyes dramatically, competing with Harry.

"Get over yourself," Draco grimaced, "I know, I know;" Draco sighed, "The hero wonder boy can't kill. It's beneath him. I get it."

Draco stood up.

"Don't need to rub it in with villainess people like yours truly." Draco turned and stalked away, only to be met by a wall.

So much for a gripping exit.

"I'm sorry." Draco heard Harry whisper. "I just couldn't do it."

"Potter." Draco swirled around. "Seriously; you need to get over yourself. The world doesn't revolve around you!"

"B-But... I'm supposed to be the one who..." Harry explained

"...Defeats the Dark Lord? Kills him and reaps all the glory? The one with the Dark Lord's blood stained on his hands? The one who lowers himself to his opponent's level? The one all the little minions of the Dark Lord all hunt down? The one who'll defy everything you petty Gryffindors stand for in order for your paltry revenge?" Draco finished for him.

"I'm sorry." Harry lapsed back to repeating himself.

Draco just shook his head.

"You need to get laid."

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