Hey everyone! Long time no see, I know. I haven't updated this thing since July, and I'm really sorry for that. I really appreciate all the reviewers, and as you know, its you guys that keep me going. I figured that I owed you all another chapter, and since I became inspired, I figured I should write. I figure I'll write another chapter soon, since I would like to finish this story (not in the near future, but soon), and write another one, since I have a new idea that I'd like two write about, and I really don't like the idea of having two stories out at once – too confusing. So here's this chapter, I hope you enjoy. And don't forget to review! PS- The song in Hermione's first section is Promise, by Matchbook Romance, and in her second section, it is Things I'll Never Say, By Avril Lavigne.

Hermione

I held my luggage in my hands and dropped it at the sight of Mrs. Weasley. She was such a source of comfort and familiarity, something that made me feel like it was going to be okay, since my own mother wasn't there. We chatted about Ron making quidditch, and Harry helping him out. It almost felt as though nothing was wrong, and everything was back to normal.

"Well, I guess we have to get these kids inside, I - Mr. Malf- " She gasped in horror and I looked over to a mass of crumpled black robes with blonde hair sticking out of them. She ran to his side and I followed, not saying a word. If he got up in a second, said it was all a joke, and that I was the fool, I would not have been happy.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as I saw her hand drenched in blood after touching his robe. I let out a small gasp, and suddenly my mind went blank. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and couldn't move. I watched as though everything was happening from afar, a distant movie or tv show that wasn't real. Mrs. Weasley's cries were the only thing that snapped me back into reality.

"HERMIONE! We must get him inside to the hospital wing. NOW!" I quickly helped her guide his floating form into the small room that they called the hospital wing. I helped her put his body onto the bed and watched helplessly as she poured over medical spell books.

"I found it! The blood spill spell. Move out of the way, Hermione!" I did as I was told, and watched her mumble ancient Latin spells over his body. I saw him jerk on the bed and then heard him cough. Blood leaked out of the side of him mouth, and I clapped my hand over mine, as if some invisible force inside me could stop him from dying. Suddenly our whole relationship played over in my head, a fast replay of images, like an MTV video or a commercial flashing images before me. Skin, sheets, a lock of blonde hair, fingers entwined, even the scent of his cologne flashed over in my mind. A freeze frame of us fighting the day before disrupted the almost perfect run of pictures in my head, his angry face staring into mine, but the flawless rage disrupted by only one thing. His eyes. As my mind focused into those eyes, they weren't angry. They were sad, lonely, almost afraid. A hand on mine snapped me back into what was really happening.

"He seems to be okay, I have to go get the children inside, it looks as though its going to rain. You stay here with him. Are you going to be okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," I said with a halfhearted smile, not wanting to really be there. I wanted to go back, back in time when everything was still new, the only problems that I had were wondering if everyone was going to find out about us, or where we could go to steal a forbidden kiss. Mrs. Weasley left, and shut the door behind her. I sat in a chair next to his bed, wondering if all this was worth it. If he really was going to fight with us, or if he was just playing me like the so many other girls he had left behind. Was I just another replaceable girl? Who the hell knew. I didn't. I guess we would just break up after that, a typical teenage romance, nothing that anyone would really care to remember or want to. But, there was this thing inside of me, as cheesy as it may sound, that made me not want to let him go. To hold on, to stay with him no matter how much it didn't make sense for me to.

What would you say if i asked you not to go

To forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me

Would you take my hand and never let me go

Promise me you'll never let me go....

Yet there was nothing that bound me to him. There was no plan, no course that I needed to follow. He was not part of the plan that was my life. The whole plan was to work for the Ministry as soon as I graduate, to eventually become an auror and fight for what I believed in. Perhaps I would retire from that early, and volunteer at Hogwarts, the only place I felt I belonged. Where did Draco fit into this? Nowhere.

And the stars aren't out tonight,

But neither are we to look up at them

Why does hello feel like goodbye?

These memories can't replace

These wishes i wished and these dreams i chased

Take this broken heart and make it right.....

He didn't fit into it. That's what made this so different, whatever this was. Sometimes you wonder if risking it all is worth it. Risking friends, your future, your everything for that one person, when his lifeless form lies before you. When you wonder what you'd do to save him, or when you don't have to, because you know that you'd do anything, because the juice is worth the squeeze. The problems might not work out, they might always be there, but you always have that thing in the back of your head saying that everything will be all right. He wasn't perfect. He was rude, mean, stubborn, and problematic. He always had to have his way, and to get it he'd fight to the bitter end. And I thought to myself, was I what he wanted? I always wondered that. He never came out and said 'I love you', or anything a typical person would do. Yet it seemed to be unspoken. He was a challenge, he knew that, but so was I. The challenge always ended up in a reward, and the reward was always worth the challenge.

I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone

Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me

i thought you should know,

you're not making this easy

i never thought I'd be the one to say

please don't, well please don't leave me....

i'll fall asleep tonight, cause that brings me closer to you......

Watching him lie there, breathing slowly, I figured he would be okay, and so I shut my eyes and waited for a peaceful sleep to come.

Draco

I stared through shut eyes into the darkness of my mind, a fuzzy and unstable place, where I wondered where I was or who I was with. I imagined that my father had taken me from Hogwarts again, and beaten me into oblivion for not wanting to be a part of Voldemort's reign, even though this was a suspicion of his and he really never knew for sure. I tried to open my eyes without any luck. I thought of how I was supposed to join the Death Eaters, and how I probably would be forced to, no matter how much I was really, truly, afraid to. It really wasn't a question of whether I wanted to or not, that really didn't matter; if Voldemort was not defeated soon, I would have to join. Either that or try to fight with Dumbledore, and eventually be killed by my father for disobeying. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head and attempted open my eyes again. I used all my strength to try and open them, and when they fluttered a bit, I saw streaming rays of light pour in, and shut them again to stop the dull pain that surrounded my eyes. I struggled once again, but decided to be a man and open them full out. When I did, all I saw was a strong, bright, white light.

What the fucking hell was going on? I figured that I probably had died or something and was in heaven, although that possibility was highly unlikely since I was such a prick most of the time. I searched around with blind eyes until colors and shapes began to come into focus, a soft blur of forms that only came into clarity after I blinked for what seemed like an eternity. I was lying down on a bed, and I noticed that there was a chest in front of me with different medical supplies and potions around, very sparse, and poor looking. I felt like I was in the fucking ghetto. My eyes darted around since my head didn't move, and I saw a rumpled mess on the chair next to mine.

I tried to look closer, and I saw a bunch of curly hair coming out of a Hogwarts robe, and I figured that it must have been Hermione. My heart skipped a tiny beat, no matter how much I tried to deny that it didn't. My whole body felt numb, and a surge of adrenaline rushed through me at the thought that I might be paralyzed. I tried moving my right arm, and couldn't. Then it all sort of flashed back, I had cut my arm and apparently took it too far, and I probably passed out even though I wasn't sure. I kept trying to move my arm until I could finally budge it, and I tried unsuccessfully to reach to and poke Hermione to get her attention. I noticed a tissue box next to my bed, and so I picked it up (with a lot of effort), to throw it at her to wake her up. It hit her in the back, and she jerked up out of her chair. She swore under her breath and turned around. Her face turned into a wistful smile as she looked at me.

"You're awake," She said.

"Yes, I bet you're pissed about that," I said sarcastically.

"No," She replied plainly.

"Well it doesn't seem as though you've been doing a little jig since I've awoken," I said, let out a small chuckle and gasped with the pain that followed it. Jesus, this fucking sucked.

"I'm happy that you are okay," She said, however it was hard to read her emotions, which was unusual because most of the time I could read people easily.

"Why do we have to fight?" I asked her, thinking about what had happened before between us.

"Because you are an arrogant asshole that's ashamed of me and can't even tell his mates that we are dating or together or whatever, which I find pretty pathetic," She replied. Ouch.

"I'm not ashamed of you; I just don't need any problems that I know will come with telling everyone. I don't need any other problems, Hermione, and you know that," I replied, exhausted with what I had just said, my chest heaving with every breath.

"I know," She said quietly.

"Then why are we fighting about it? Our time will come, eventually. But it will come, I promise," I said.

"I know," She said again.

"Come here," I said, and she responded, came over to my bedside, and kissed my forehead. It was so sweet and kind, not something that the average person would expect from her. I closed my eyes as she stroked my hair, and listened to the soft sound of the ocean as I drifted away.

Hermione

As I felt his body relax from under me, I slipped my hands out from under him and walked outside. As the ocean air blew around, I stared up into the grey sky, as clouds in the east began to grow dark and foreboding. I sensed within myself that this was not the only storm beginning to grow. A war has begun, whether I decided to take part or not, it would still affect me in some way, shape or form. I'd probably lose a loved one or something important. I might even die myself. The thought of dying terrifies me, more than anything ever could. I guess it's because it's something that I could never control, which drove me insane. It never seemed to scare Draco, partly because he attempted to bloody kill himself with a knife, and as much as I tried to deny it to myself, he probably would become a Death Eater. Even though he was supposed to spy for Dumbledore, he still would have to take part in it, and that means torture, servitude, and death. Sounds like fun to me.

A cold wind blew through me, and I wrapped my sweater tighter around me, and thought of him. Was this even worth it? Probably not. I was probably just some random girl that he used and got rid of eventually. However, there was that nagging voice inside my head saying that everything would be alright, and that things would work out the way they were supposed to. Yet, there was his father and mother, cruel and horrible to him, and they obviously would raise hell if they ever found out about us. But then again, that little voice saying to fuck authority and that we would be Romeo and Juliet-esque and beat the odds, even if it did mean killing ourselves. Not that I'd actually ever go through with it. Ha. Ha.

Then I thought about Harry and Ron, faithful and yet clueless as to the ways of the world yet. Harry was better off, and Ron was just, well, Ron. They both would fight to the death, well at least Harry would, to defend what he thought was right, and Ron would probably do the same unless it involved spiders or something of the like. Then there left me, would I fight? Probably. Although the thought scared me to death, I felt that I owed the light side and the wizarding world my service, and maybe even perhaps my life. Pictures of battle scenes from various muggle movies I had seen flashed through my head, all blood and gore, and yet almost poetic. As the sky began to grow darker by the minute, I headed inside and walked towards the dining hall. Hundreds of kids swarmed around the tables, eating and talking, completely oblivious to what was about to happen, or why they were there. I turned around and walked out, searching the corridor for Draco's room, and yet I couldn't find it. I became frustrated and opened the first door I could find, and it was an empty closet. Another one and it was his room. Bingo. He was awake, and throwing tissue balls and the ceiling and catching them. Typical of him, and I coughed a little to announce that I was there. He turned his head and looked at me with a wistful smile.

I'm tugging at my hair

I'm pulling at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows

I'm staring at my feet

My cheeks are turning red

I'm searching for the words inside my head

'Cause I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

Cause I know you're worth it...you're worth it.....

"I was waiting for you," He said.

"How nice," I replied, not wanting to sound vulnerable, which I really was.

"Yeah, I guess. Hermione, do you love me?" He asked. My stomach flip flopped at the thought, not really knowing what to say or how to act, or what kind of response that he would want.

"I…I.." I struggled to find the words that I really wanted to say.

"Forget it," He said, still staring at the ceiling and throwing the tissue ball.

"No, you just caught me off guard," I replied.

"No, if you did you would have said it without thought, because if you love someone, you don't really have to think about it, do you? You just do," He said, and with that my stomach dropped and I felt a knot in my throat beginning to form.

It don't do me any good

It's just a waste of time

What use is it to you, what's on my mind?

If it ain't coming out

We're not going anywhere

So why can't I just tell you that I care?

'Cause I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

'Cause I know you're worth it...you're worth it...

"I have feelings for you, Draco, but I am just unsure if they are reciprocated, and that's why I didn't know what to say, because I didn't know what you would say if I asked you the same question," I said, satisfied at my own answer. He continued to stare up at the ceiling, making it impossible for me to read him.

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I want to blow you... away

Be with you every nigh

tAm I squeezing you too tight?

If I could say what I want to see

I want to see you go down on one knee...

Marry me today

Guess I'm wishing my life away...

With these things I'll never say……

"I think I might," He said quietly. The knot in my throat quickly disappeared and I smiled inside.

"That's what I was going to say," I replied.

"I thought about it, and the way you waited for me in the chair over there, and everything, and I don't know, I just would fight for you, fight on the light side, I suppose, but only for you, because you're the only one that ever cared about me, Hermione, the only one," He said. I walked closer to him and put my hand in his.

"Thank you," I replied, truly thankful for everything that he ever did for me, our whole relationship and life together flashing before me. He really had changed me, into who I was now, who I had become.

"For what?" He asked.

"For everything," I replied, smiling, laying down next to him and resting my head on his chest, a soft tee-shirt that he always wore, gray and old, with the Slytherin letters fading, probably one that he had bought from a fundraiser for the Yule Ball. I looked up as he looked down at me, and our lips collided with each other's, and I forgot about everything else but him.

End

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