A/N: so sorry for not updating but I kind of got ahead of myself with the plot and needed to get back on track, plus, it's supposed to be a drama and it was turning into more of a comedy. There will still be comedy but I'm making the plot more serious. Now sorry for the long note, I hate it when people do that but it needed to be explained. SORRY AGAIN!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot to this particular story.

SlytherinBeauty- I have thought of that, don't worry. I'll explain it in this chapter for you.

All who are wondering, this story is 'R' because of language, violence, drug reference and maybe adult situations, but seeing as I'm only 14 there might not be too much unless enough people ask for it. So yeah, that's enough talking…

Nothing Lasts Forever

Draco had leaned back onto the bed. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt so at peace. For the first time in his life he felt loved and nothing anyone could do would take that away from him. The only one with the power to do that was locked away going insane. Draco had no idea why this brought him comfort. His own flesh and blood was wasting away; completely oblivious to the betrayal his son was committing. Oh well, he would create his own family when he was ready and raise them properly, like he had yearned for all his life. His family would not feel the way he had growing up. He looked over at Hermione who was still fawning over her Kit Kat. His stomach fluttered upon looking at her, she was beautiful, smart, caring and his. He didn't deserve her but at the same time, would never give her up for anything. For once in his life he was loved, something he had always believed wasn't possible. He wasn't worth loving, so why did she? It was only luck that made it even remotely safe. Would he even be here with her if his father was never captured? No, probably not. The prejudice would still be painfully drilled into his head if he was. Now though, he was free to love, and be loved. He had never felt so good in his life. He practically floated on the feeling in his stomach, over to the window that was steadily being tapped at by an owl. It was an old brown owl that was looking very proud. Hermione recognized Tonks' owl immediately.

"Rory!" She said jumping over to where Draco stood, looking at the bird curiously. It cooed at her in recognition and landed on the desk. It had attached to it's leg a thick roll of papers. Hermione nervously untied it and unrolled it. "The Daily Prophet?" she asked no one in particular but was stopped by the picture on the front page. She let out a loud gasp at it. A familiar green cloud of smoke hovered over an ominous, empty building.

"Read it to us 'Mione," she heard the curious voice of Ginny ask from the bed behind her. She simply nodded and let her eyes wander to the article underneath.

"A shocking event has occurred that has the Ministry in a flurry. Early this morning the dementors guarding the Azkaban Prison revolted, freeing all the prisoners. We don't know what happened but judging by the dark mark that was left at the scene, we are quite sure where the loyalties of these creatures lie. We want everyone to be on the lookout so we have supplied a complete list of all the escapees and their pictures on the next page. Aurors have been investigating the scene of the crime and all that was found were the words 'The time has come' written in blood on the walls of the prison.

'They are just trying to scare us, but the ministry has this under control,' states Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Though we have faith in out Ministry we believe that anyone who spots anything suspicious should report it immediately to the Ministry." Hermione was shaking by now and the rest of the room stood in a shocked silence until Draco grabbed the paper. His heart was beating fast and he had never been more apprehensive than he was then. His palms were sweaty and as he flipped the page he felt his stomach convulse, ready to dispel whatever it retained. There, staring back at him was a picture of a glaring, blond, sharp faced man with the words "Lucious Malfoy" next to it. Draco felt his heart stop while dropping the paper and stepping back as if it were about to attack. 'No no no no no no NO! This cannot be happening! Not now! Why? This has to be some cruel joke! What do I do now, and what about Hermione? Shit, if she gets hurt I'll make sure he's begging for me to kill him and put him out of his misery!' his mind roared. His hands were balled and his jaw was clenched.

"Lucious is out isn't he," Blaise asked reproachfully. The blank stare Draco gave him was answer enough. Blaise nodded at him to show he understood. "It's not safe here, Hermione, does your dad still live in the muggle world?" He took charge immediately because he doubted Draco would be able to at the moment. At this mention, Hermione visibly stiffened. Ginny glanced at her worried.

"Why does it matter? It won't make a difference once we get back to Hogwarts," She said, trying to change the subject but Blaise noticed.

"It's just a question. Well Hermione, does he?" he pushed on. Ginny held her breath in anticipation.

"I don't have a father," she stated bitterly. This shocked Blaise.

"Everyone has a father, what happened?" he asked in a softer tone, trying to ease her into telling him the truth.

"A father's job is to raise his children, and he decided to quit, so therefore, I have no father," she looked at him as if challenging him to contradict her. Of course, he thrived on challenges.

"How'd he quit, and why?" he asked in the same calming manner. She sighed. Why fight it? Ginny already knew and she could trust them not to judge her right? She stared at the ground and bit her lip nervously.

"Well, my dad was a dentist and he had a friend who was a doctor in the trauma ward at the hospital near the place we lived. His friend had a patient who had a severe injury to his jaw so he asked my father to come in and help him. After that, my father was often off helping him with odd tasks that involved the hospital. Or so we thought. One day we got a call from the police. My mother didn't tell me what she said; she just put me in the car and drove me to this building. It was scary looking but I didn't say anything because I knew something important was about to happen.

When we stepped in, we were met by a police officer and he took us to his office. He told us that the hospital had been running out of morphine without reason. He said that it started since my father had been 'helping' there and he was a key suspect…especially now.

He then brought us into this cold, foreboding room to a table with a blanket over a lump. I almost fainted when he pulled it back to reveal my father. He was crumpled into the fetal position, lips blue and skin extremely pail. On his arm were little marks that looked like a cluster of pin pricks. He explained that my father had been found earlier that day with a needle in his arm. He had died of an overdose of morphine." Tears were running down her face now and she collapsed onto the chair, burying her face in her hands. Draco stared at her dumbfounded. How could the bastard do that to her? How could he hurt such a beautiful creature? He felt a pain in his heart that he never felt before. She didn't deserve to be hurting, he did! Blaise was the first to come to his senses and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"When did this happen?" he asked soothingly into her ear. With a sob she uttered, "Last year." He stroked her back tenderly, holding her while she let out her anguish into his shoulder, completely feeling the protective brother he was. It was a couple of minutes before her breathing started to become normal. She hiccupped twice and it was over. He held her a bit longer so that the redness in her face had a chance to go away before pulling back and wiping her face with his sleeve.

"He's missing out, but Draco and I are here to take care of you now, don't worry." He looked up at Draco for emphasis and he smiled sadly at her while nodding readily willing to take on all her problems as if they were his own. She smiled at them both, silently thanking them. Draco pulled her up into his arms. His heart jumped at the contact he made with her body. He would never get tired of her body in his arms when it fit so perfectly. He breathed in the playful watermelon scent of her shampoo and smiled into her hair.

"Why don't we go for a walk and go get some ice cream downstairs," he asked her so only she could hear. Ah ice cream, always there when she needed it most.

"You have no idea how good that sounds," she whispered back. Her breath tickled his neck and he let out a soft chuckle. She smiled up at him. "What?"

"You're breath tickles." His amusement could be heard in his voice. "We're going to go get some ice cream, see you two later." He winked at Blaise who had moved back to Ginny on the bed. Blaise smiled and nodded.

"Sure, see ya," he said casually, turning back to the vibrant girl in his arms. They heard a giggle behind them as they closed the door. They walked silently side-by-side for a minute until Hermione took his hand in hers. It made his heart skip and before his own mind could register it, he had pulled her to him and his lips met hers. He explored her mouth and pressed himself to her eagerly. She was surprised but who was she to complain? Wanting to know the effect she had on him, she placed her hand on his neck and stroked it, making him release a soft whimper. Though that wasn't what she was looking for, it worked too. She did, however, find her point of interest. Her fingers flitted over his pulse, feeling how fast it was going made her smile into his lips. She suddenly felt the urge to tease him…she loved being female. Hermione ground her hips into his and made him emit a long, deep groan of pleasure. The motion was quick but not short enough that she didn't feel the effect she had on his body. Then, she pulled away and pouted at him, which he thought was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Though everything she did at the moment seemed sexy to him, too bad they were in a hall…

"You promised me ice cream," she said with the pout displayed in her voice. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

"Can't the ice cream wait a few minutes?" he asked pleading with his eyes. She smiled at him sweetly.

"A promise is a promise sweetie," she replied simply and pulled him by the arm, down the hall to the stairs. His mind was still in a haze while he tried, with little grace to make his way to the bottom. How could she do that to him? The tease! That is not fair! He even sounded pathetic to himself. He was now standing in a café like setting, with a man in front of him who was standing behind a desk. Smiling, the man asked, "What would you two like?" Draco sighed and answered, "Two sugar cones, one with Tiger Tail and one with…" he trailed off and looked over at Hermione.

"Cookie dough please," she answered sweetly. The man nodded to her and asked them, "One scoop or two?"

"Two," Draco instructed. He couldn't get enough of Tiger Tail ice cream, it reminded him of Halloween. While the man filled their orders, Hermione looked him over. He was about twenty, with short brown hair and shockingly blue eyes. He was about 6'1" and well built, but seemed a little bashful. He was handsome, but Draco was better in her eyes.

He handed the two their cones and as his hand brushed over Hermione's, he blushed furiously and looked down at the cash register, looking as if he was fiddling with something. This did not get past Draco though, and he was furious. He paid the man without saying another word and wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist possessively while leading her to a table. All she was thinking though was, 'he must have much experience with girls.'