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A/N: Well here is my next chapter……… enjoy….!!!

Broken Vow

Chapter Seven

She sucked in her breath. His eyes meeting hers and the life somehow back in them. What was happening to him, what was suddenly different? Her fingers tightened around her wand as she searched his face for an answer. He was shaking so badly that even in the dim light she could see it. His body trembling.

"Granger, I-I." But he never finished what he was saying. His body slumped forward and he fell. She let him fall, didn't try to stop it or cushion it. With a loud bang she knew his body had made contact with the cold stone, but she didn't see it. Her arm outstretched, with her wand ready to attack. Her eyes staring straight ahead filling with tears and staring at nothing, but out a large window revealing the night. And that is how she stood for a few minutes. Not caring about anything, only feeling the reality of it all. How had it come to this? Come to him lying on the floor, blacked out and bamboozled with her unable to do anything. Only to think. And then it came to her, and she knew what she had to do.

She lowered her wand and pointed it towards him. Large hot tears falling down her reddened cheeks. Small sobs escaping her throat and as she got to her knees she reached closer to him. Knowing all to well what would happen if she did it. She reached further and touched the skin with her hand causing her wand to dig into his throat. He was so cold, so dead. She sucked in one last breath before reaching into her pocket and touching the pin with her free hand.

The Portkey suddenly rushed them both back to her small room. His body slammed into the floor and her knees crashed into the ground causing them to bleed. A few splinters from the wood floor finding there way under her pale skin. But she didn't care. At this moment she didn't care if Harry burst into the room and killed Draco. She had done her part. What she owed him as his wife, what she couldn't do two years earlier. She had helped him and she was done. And with that thought, her door did in fact fly open only to reveal a worried Dumbledore and Snape. They looked at Hermione, and then towards the mass of black clothing close to her. They gapped at the scene for a moment before Dumbledore moved towards the girl and Snape towards the boy. She felt his hand touch her shoulder gently.

"Ms. Granger?" His voice was caring and warm. She only shook her head back and forth, unable to answer him.

"He is unconscious. We need to take him to the Hospital." Snape's voice was cold and she could hear the disgust in it. The disgust he had for Draco. Something she never though she would hear back in school. But there it was. Snape despised Draco Malfoy as much as Harry or Ron.

"Mrs. Granger I insist you also go to the hospital." His warm hand snaked around her elbow and he slowly raised her off the ground. She felt a dizzying sickness fill her stomach. And her own confusion was causing her head to pound against her skull. She looked towards Draco. His body slowly rising off the floor at the command of Snape's wand. Just as he was about three feet off the floor Harry and Ron came running into the room.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice questioned. At the sound of his voice Snape lowered his wand causing Draco to fall to the floor once again.

"Severus." Dumbeldore's voice was disapproving.

"Sorry headmaster. Potter's voice caused me to break my concentration." He didn't sound the least believable. Even in her state Hermione slightly smiled. She felt another arm wrap around her free elbow. She looked up at the now tall red head. And with that they lead her to the hospital. As they walked Hermione saw many young Hogwarts students crowded in the halls. She gave a curious glance at them.

"We had no where else to take them after we evacuated the school." Ron's voice answered her silent question. It was then that she noticed a bruise on the side of his face bigger then a grapefruit.

"Are yo-you okay R-ron?" Her words stumbled slightly.

"Yeah Hermione I'm fine. Stop worrying about others already, would you?" She could hear it in his voice. He was mad at her. She didn't blame him. As they made there way through the doors they sat her down on a large bed.

"Madam Pomfrey will take care of you Hermione." Dumbledore gave her shoulder one last pat. Then he looked towards the door. "Now what cane be taking the so long with Mr. Malfoy." He headed out the door. "Mr. Potter? Snape? Please he is a hostage not a toy. Oh that is quiet funny actually." Ron snorted but she didn't hear him. Her mind was processing things much slower suddenly.

"What's Madam Pomfrey do-doing here?" She asked Ron.

"Well we didn't leave her at Hogwarts to heal Death Eaters." He looked her up and down. "Hermione did he hex you or something?" She shook her head no. Her eyes filling with tears. It was worse then that.

"He-um-he said I was bring-bring him back." Ron gave a confused look.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"Don't you ge-get it?" Before he could answer Madam Pomfrey was upon her. Handing her liquids and touching her knees to heal the cuts and splinters. And sometime between it all her mind came out of shock and began to put the pieces together. And she knew the answer to what had happened, the potion he had drank so many years earlier. The dead look in his eyes. She silently cursed herself for not figuring it out sooner. For not seeing threw it. And as her eyes closed she could hear Snape and Harry also figuring it out. There voices fading.

"God knows what Lucius told him." The voice sound like a whisper and with that everything went dark. She fell into a dreamless sleep. After what felt like a minute she felt someone shaking her lightly. Her eyes opening slowly and her head throbbing. Everything was fuzzy for a moment until Lupin came into view. He smiled at her warmly. He was older now, almost all his hair turned gray and Hermione knew at that moment it must be close to a full moon. He looked, as ever, sickly and tired. But still warm.

"Sorry to wake you Hermione, but Dumbledore needs to speak with you imminently." It was then that she realized she was back in her own bed, sometime during the night she had been moved away from the hospital. Away from him. He left the room as she slid on some fresh robes. Her hair pulled up into a messy mass on the top of her head. She didn't care anymore. As she left her room Lupin wrapped an arm around her small shoulders. The touch reminded her of her own father, oh God, her parents. She pushed them away and let the man who had become a fatherly figure to both herself and Harry over the last years comfort her silently. She knew what was coming. As they walked into Harry's office she realized this was no private meeting.

Ginny, Ron, Snape, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, Fred, George, Tonks, Dumbledore, and now Lupin where all there to speak with her. To tell her what she already knew. She didn't sit, only stood and before Dumbledore could begin she spoke.

"I just want to say something first. If that's alright?" Everyone nodded in agreement. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I-I know you all worry about me, about my situation. But, it's my situation. I know you think he broke my heart, and hurt me. But it's more then that. Its more then love. It's physical. Draco is my other half. He finishes me and I will never be the same person without him. And that's okay. I don't need him, I don't want him. I can go my life without being whole. So," Her voice began to raise, "Whatever it is just tell me the truth because I already know some way." Everyone was silent for a moment.

"It was a memory charm Hermione." Harry's voice broke through the silence. The voice he used when giving orders. His adult voice. "A memory charm with power we have never seen before."

"Lucius placed him under it to make him think something, anything negative about you and your past." Snape injected. "He never had a chance to fight off a magic that strong. And even if he did it is more then likely he was quickly subdued."

"What we can not determine it what caused the charm to fall apart." Harry once again said.

"Are bond, the magic, it's no more." She said. "It was like being stabbed, the empty feeling inside must have cause him to-to." She didn't finish. She didn't have to. She looked at the floor and glared.

"Well this is good news then Hermione." Ginny spoke now. "It wasn't him." Hermione's eyes shot up with anger.

"This doesn't change anything Ginny." Ron said. "He still, well doses it?"

"That is for Hermione to decide." Dumbledore now spoke. "Only you Ms. Granger know what truly lies in his heart. Only you can decide whether forgiveness is in order."

"You can't ask her to do that?" Mrs. Weasly said.

"Not after all that she has been through." Fred and George said in sync. She listened as they all objected to Dumbeldore's statement. Knowing all to well that he was right. She had to decide for herself. Could she ever look at him the same way again? Did he deserve her forgiveness?

No. Her mind screamed.

"Hermione there's something more." Her eyes meet Harry's.

"What?"

"The memory charm, it was so extensive that, Hermione we don't think he will ever wake up. And if he dose, well you can imagine." Lupin looked at Harry.

"Well if that's the case Harry then why are we even discussing this?" His voice was slightly angered.

"So he's a vegetable?"

"Hold your tongue Fred." Mrs. Weasly said quickly.

"He is still a threat." Snape added.

"He's unconscious." George protested.

"Shut your mouth George." Ron bellowed. Hermione put her face in her hands, trying to drown out there voices. The continued to argue without rhyme or reason not giving her a second glance. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked towards Dumbledore.

"I think a visit is in order." He whispered. She nodded her head and followed him out of the room unnoticed. They walked in silence, Hermione getting several odd looks from the Hogwarts students still lining the corridors. They all knew who she was, knew what was happening to her. The thought un-nerved her slightly. When the reached the large door Dumbledore stopped.

"You're not coming inside?" She said slightly panicked.

"I'm afraid I have several students to organize." He handed her a gold ring. Draco's wedding band. She looked at the ring and felt light headed.

"H-how did you get this?" She asked. Dumbledore only smirked.

"Don't ask how Ms. Granger but why." And with that he turned and walked away. She cocked and eyebrow and watched him walk away. She looked at the two double doors that lead to the hospital. Her hand shaking she pushed lightly on them…

She suddenly felt very, very nervous. All eyes were upon her now as the two doors flew open. The music changing and the people standing. Damn Ginny for talking her into this mess. She had to urge to run, not from him, but from the crowd. Suddenly a warm hand squeezed her hand. She looked at her dad, his soft eyes smiling into hers. And she wasn't afraid anymore. She lifted to her tip toes and put her mouth by his ear.

"Just don't let me trip okay Dad." She said nervously. He winked at her.

"I promise." And with that they took the fist step. Walking stiffly, and hating her shoes, she smiled at the people she passed. Upon seeing Neville and Dean she suddenly remembered the people who weren't there. She pushed the thought away as she came upon a sobbing Mrs. Weasly, who her own mother was trying to comfort. Her mom smiled at her brightly and mouthed the words "Beautiful," to her daughter. At that Hermione rolled her eyes slightly. This was much too formal for her. But as she came to the end of the aisle her eyes fell upon the person she was there for.

She was fairly certain she had never seen a more handsome man in her life. Not only that but hr was looking her up and down in front of a room full of people. A look of awe playing on his, usually stiff, features. She saw Snape lightly push his shoulder nudging him closer.

"Who presents this woman?" The voice of the minister suddenly broke her thoughts.

"Her mother and I do." Her father said.

"And we do." She turned her head to glare at Harry and Ron. But the church broke into small laughter and she could only smile at them. She looked back towards her dad who kissed her cheeks.

"Love you." He whispered before giving her hand to Draco and heading to where her mother was sitting. Hermione looked at Draco who was smirking at her sweetly. His pale eyes filled with happiness. She smiled at him sweetly before they faced the minister.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The vows, the exchanging of rings, it was all beautiful. She didn't cry but she was smiling so much she felt like her cheeks were going to fall off.

"Dose anyone have reason to object to this union?" The minister asked. Both Hermione and Draco shot death glares to Fred and George. They both quickly sunk lower in there chairs. "With the power invested in me, and the magic of the ministry I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." She felt his hand move to her neck, the way it always did, and his lips fell upon her own. The kiss was sweet, and simple, but even kisses like this from him made her wobbly. She pushed his lips closer to her own causing the grip he had on her neck to tighten slightly. Lovingly. She felt something surge through her and knew it was the magic. The minister told them what happens when two magic's join together in union. He pulled away after a moment and kissed the top of her nose. "Ladies and Gentlemen I give you Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." And with that the church erupted in applause and cheers. Draco grabbed her hand and they began walking out of the church. Past everyone they loved, getting thumbs up and smiles. The double doors opened…

The hospital was dreary and cold. It as also empty except for a wizard who was standing guard in the corner. She ignored him though and slowly made her way towards the bed in the corner. Her body shaking as she did. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself try to stop the trembling. But it was not the cold causing her to shake. It was him. She slowly slid into the chair next to the bed he was sleeping in. She only stared at him. Not touching him.

"What should I do? What should I Do Draco?" She feel silent waiting for an answer that would not come.

A/N: Okay if I got any of the magic stuff flubbed up I am sorry. But hey it's my story and I am not J.K. Rowling who came up with it all. Only she knows how it all works I suppose so once again… all hail the queen of Harry Potter!!!! And with that I beg… Please REVEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!