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A/N: Hey all well here is my third chapter!!! Yeah!! Well I hope you all are enjoying this story cause I am really enjoying writing it!! Yupyup having the most fun!! Well enjoy!!

Broken Vow

Chapter Three

She fought desperately to keep her eyes opened. She hadn't slept in two days. She didn't want to. She feared her own subconscious more then her own reality. And her reality was not a pretty one. She looked across the large wooden table at a sleeping Ron Weasly. He had fallen asleep almost twenty minutes ago. She only glared at the red head that had promised to help her stay awake. But she couldn't be mad at him. He was tired after a particularly violent attack a few nights ago. Still he had promised to try his best because he understood, without any explanation, what it was she was avoiding.

But they both knew it was useless. And her eyes felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds each. She reached out for another Ministry of Magic Report to review. Her eyebrows creased when she overlooked the information. It was heartbreakingly obvious that Voldemort was gaining power and followers quickly. All afraid of being on the wrong side when all was finally said and done. All afraid to be on the losers side. Still Hermione Granger didn't car.

She had already lost.

Still she fought for the two boys who had fought for her. The ones who had brought her back from the brink. The two boys who had saved her life and her soul. The only family she had left. Her heart slightly cried out when she though of her parents. She quickly pushed the memories away looking back over the parchment. After a few moments her eyes finally won the battle. And Hermione Granger's memories suddenly came flying back...

The heat was engulfing her face. Her eyes burning with tears. The flames dancing around. She stepped back and stepped off the curb falling into the street. Still her eyes never left the fire. She knew it was magic causing it. It was raining outside actually it was pouring enough to soak her to the bone. Enough to extinguish the fire. Yet it continued to burn. The place she called home was being burned to the ground.

By him.

She sat on the wet street for along time. Staring at it hopelessly. She closed her eyes. The light could still be seen even behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes. The burning home was now gone. The room was dark. Soft moonlight giving it a deep bluish hew. She heard fighting outside the door. Hexes and curses being screamed from one side to another. But they didn't matter anymore. She took a step forward and then another before stopping. He didn't move.

"Malfoy." His voice was cold. At the sound of it she had the urge to run to him. To kiss him and beg him to comeback to her. But she didn't. She stood still and her voice remained trapped in her throat. "You are not worthy of that name mudblood." She closed her eyes. That word. He hadn't called her that in years. She kept her eyes closed not wanting to see him anymore. She took a few moments to collect her thoughts before speaking.

" I want you to know that if I could have saved you, I would have." Her voice was strong. And she meant it. He dryly laughed at her words. He took a step closer to her. She wanted to run away. She wanted to cry an fall into his arms. He reached out and grabbed her roughly. She lightly yelped as he jerked her up twisting her arm so hard she though it would break.

"I don't need saving mudblood." She closed her eyes as she he screamed the words into her ear. He let her go and threw her against the wall. She slid down it slowly the darkened room fading away. Chairs morphing into a table. A bed forming from mid air.

She was in their bedroom. She was sitting with her back against the wall. She could taste the blood from her cut lip. Her head was pounding but her attention was only focused on the blond hared man pacing in front of her. He was angry. So incredibly angry. But not at her. He was pacing because of the person who had caused her a broken wrist and battered face.

Lucius Malfoy. Draco was pacing so hard she was sure he would fall threw the carpet and down to the first floor. He ran her hand threw his hair. His eyes red. He was fighting tears.

"I will kill him. Do you hear me Hermione I will kill him. How dare he, in OUR home. Attack you. You are, I mean you're my fucking wife. I'm going to," he stopped pacing and looked at her. The wand fell from his hand and he walked towards her. He bent down a few feet in front of her and dropped to his knees. "My own father." He put his face in his hands.

She had never seen him cry before.

"Help me Granger." Her eyes widened and she felt the tears fill to the brim. She only stared at him. Her heart screaming so many things at the sound of her maiden name. A name that he only used when things were serious. When things were getting bad. After a few moments she scooted towards him and touched his shoulder. He slightly jerked away before he relaxed.

"I'm here Draco. I'm here." He looked up at her and smiled.

"I won't let you down." He kissed her palm and then rubbed her bruised cheek lightly. "I won't ever be like him." He leaned forward and kissed her harshly. She winced from the cut on her lip but she didn't pull away. After a few rough kisses he lingered for a moment. Sucking her bottom lip. His voice then filled her ears and broke the kiss.

"I promise." He smirked at her. Hermione only glared at the fellow sixth year perfect. Oh how he was testing her patients.

"A promise from you Malfoy has very little meaning." She turned on her heel to head back to her common room. After a few moments she stopped and sneered at him. "Why pray tell are you following me back to the Gryffindor common room?" He smiled at her.

"Just checking out my girlfriend that's all Granger." She suddenly felt her cheeks blush. She looked at her shoes and cursed him for being such a smart-ass.

"I bet you love watching me walk away from you Malfoy. You really should get used to it. One day I might wake up and see you once again as the useless slim ball that you are." He took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around her. She fought a smile as he bent down and kissed her lips lovingly. He pulled away and kissed her forehead.

"Not completely useless I hope." She wiggled out of his arms and smiled. "Come on Granger Potter was picking a fight." She put her hands on her hips but she knew he was right. She sighed and looked away.

"I just wish you two would find some kind of common ground." Her voice was distant. She suddenly noticed how tired she was.

"So we fight. It's not like I'm trying to kill him Granger." His voice was filled with frustration. She looked him up and down a few times.

"Today. You're not trying to kill him today." He smirked at her brightly. She rolled her eyes and began walking back to her common room.

"I'm going to kill him." She stopped walking and turned to look at him. Both there school uniforms now gone. Both wearing dark robes. There was blood covering her from head to toe. Warm blood. "I'm going to kill him and everyone else that refuses to except the dark Lord."

"Then you'll have to kill me." Her voice wasn't strong. It was filled with the moans of her sobs. He took a few steps closer to her. Reaching out he grabbed her neck. Gently. His hand was cold. So very cold against the warm blood. A shiver shot through her body.

"An added bonus I'm sure. Still I can't kill you due to the magic that bonds us but you and I both know that wont last forever. So until them Granger I suggest you run." He let her go and she did. Ignoring the pain from her ankle. The smell of blood that was causing her extreme nausea. And the man that was watching her run for her life. The fireplace was so far. She finally reached the stone mass. Her breath rapid and her tears endless. She touched the cool stone leaving streaks of blood from her finger tips. She stepped into the fireplace.

Where could she go? Where would she be safe? She closed her eyes and smiled before saving the place that held some resemblance of salvation.

"Hogwarts."

Her eyes flew open. The morning light streaming threw the windows. She looked across the table to find Ron still snoring. She quickly scribble a note to Ron, something along the lines of couldn't stand to watch you drool anymore, and headed out of the room. She went up a few steps passing several others. All of them nodding at her politely. She did her best to seem relaxed and even gave Fred and George small hugs. She hadn't seen them since she had gotten back. Funny how they still made her laugh. She came to a door and knocked on it lightly.

"Harry?" Her voice was cautious. After a few moments the door opened and his head popped out.

"Is everything alright Hermione?" God he looked tired.

"Yeah everything is fine. I wanted to ask you two things."

"Yes?"

"One where is your wife? And two have you heard anything about Hogwarts?" He looked at her curiously for a moment before sticking his head back into the door.

"Ginny Hermione needs to speak with you." He looked back at her and smiled sheepishly before turning serious again. "About Hogwarts? Nothing knew Dumbledore sent me an owl a few days ago saying the charms were working. Why Hermione?" She only nodded.

"Nothing it was just a dream I had." She waited a few moments for Ginny. Her mind wandering back to her dreams a few times. She leaned against the wall. She knew something wasn't right. Before Ginny came out she whispered something under her breath. "Oh Draco what are you going to do?"

The Great Hall was bustling with chatter of winter holiday. The celing was full of small snowflakes dancing around. The teachers were sitting with another as usual. Dumbledore smiling to the students who gave him quick glances.

And then it happened.

The room feel silent as the sound of the main gate to the school opening echoed through the hall. Dumbledore stood slowly as the doors to the Great hall opened with a loud groaning creek. Several of the students gasped at what was behind the door. There stood Draco Malfoy with about two hundred Death Eaters behind him. He began making his towards the teachers.

"I finally figured it out. After months and months of counter spells for your charms I finally figured it out. Why not just knock on the door and invite myself in? So I decided to give it a whirl. And lookie here." He reached the table and smirked at Dumbledore. "Headmaster I will have to ask you a few request. One tell all your students to turn in there wands and two to join me on a walk."

"Mr. Malfoy as you know I will not put my students at risk. What is it that you want to do with them?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"Nothing. In fact I want nothing to do with you either. To tell the truth I would rather cut off my own hand before seeing you again, but you know as well as I do the Golden Trio will never let Hogwarts fall without a fight. And a fight is exactly what I want." Dumbledore nodded his head solemnly and began walking around the table.

"Students turn in your wands. Go back to your house common rooms and do not leave them without your teachers." The students began to move along slowly at first then letting there panic set in. The teachers lead their students out as organized as they could. Dumbledore sighed and sat back down in his seat. "You wont win Draco. You won't get them." His smirk only grew.

"I only want one Dumbledore. The weasel and the otter can die for all I care. It's Granger I want to make scream."

A/N: Okay well I'm taking a week off to re-boot my brain!! Thanks for all the wonderful and sweet reviews!!!! You all rock!!! I look forward to reading them greedily!!! LOL