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A/N: Well the one short I wrote the other day has seemed to give me writing a huge boost….. Horray! Be sure to check it out… Here is the next chapter!

Broken Vow

Chapter Eight

His eyes felt heavy. As if her had been sleeping for years instead of hours. He forced them slowly open wincing at the pain from the soft light of the room. He had expected to see a mass of brown curls next to his face. But she wasn't there. He blinked a few times before realizing he was in a hospital bed, not his warm bed, with his wife next to him.

He closed his eyes again and rubbed his temples, a few images flashing through his mind before remembering a darkened room. Her voice calling to him through the door. Being drag groggily down a corridor. His fathers cold eyes, and then nothing. Blank.

He turned from his side and looked up towards the ceiling. His mind putting two and two together. There must have been a rescue, they must have made it just in time. To save him from his own father. That very though made Draco want to vomit. He rubbed his eyes again and then pulled his hands away. His wedding ring was gone. He stared at his finger for a long time wondering where it could possibly be. Had he lost it in the chaos of it all, had his father stripped him of it. That though made him want to kill the man. He growled as he pounded the sides of his bed. As he did so he heard a gasp.

A gasp o fear.

He sat up quickly and turned towards the sound. His cold gray eyes meeting a pair of warm brown ones he knew so well. But they were different. Very different. They were glazed over with tears, wide with shock, and for some reason the strength that had always gleamed in them seemed broken and lost. She was sitting in her chair, her wand resting in her hand. By the way her arm was tensed she was ready to withdraw it apron him if necessary. Her body tense and her shoulders shaking.

"Hermione?" His voice was horse. Soar and raspy. With the sound of his voice a tear feel onto her cheeks, dampening it. She didn't move. She just stared at him. "Hermione what's wrong?" Her eyes closed and few more tears feel. She sucked in a breath and he realized she had been holding it. Her eyes opened and her shaking was even more apparent.

"What was," She slight stuttered her words. "The… the last thing you… you remember?" Her eyes seeming desperate.

"Being pulled away from your voice," He concentrated, "You were saying ,'bring him back.' My father and a group of death eaters. A potion." He looked at her confused. And Hermione Granger looked as if her heart was breaking, again. He looked her up and down again. "Where are our rings?"

"What?" The tone in her voice turned almost offended.

"Are Wedding Rings, Did he take them Hermione?" His own voice was becoming upset. The though of his father stripping him of something to sacred. She stood to get up.

"I can't do this." She whispered. He pulled the sheets off of himself and grabbed her arm pulling her close. "Don't touch me." She jerked away from his touch like he was fire. But he didn't let her go.

"What happened Hermione?" He questioned. He put his hand on her cheek, loving, trying to calm her down. The tears only feel harder. She shook her head and tried to push him away. Her arms to weak to have any affect.

"Draco please," she was now sobbing. His eyes widened with shock. "Draco pleases stop, please." He bent his face closer to her own trying to understand. Trying to read her.

But she was becoming hysterical.

"Just tell me what's wrong." He felt his own eyes begin to burn. She had never acted this way towards him. To anyone.

"Please," She begged him. Trying to get away. Her head fell forwards and she was staring at the floor. "The things you did," Her voice shuttered a cry as she whispered the words. "I can't." She fell to her knees and he grabbed her hands.

Stopping her from completely collapsing forward.

"Hermione?" He was now scared.

"Please Draco,." She whispered. Before he could respond he felt a jolt to his body and suddenly his was on the other side of the room. He rolled onto his side and moaned. He turned back towards Hermione and saw Snape with his wand towards him.

"Stay back Mr. Malfoy." His voice snapped. Draco stared in shock. "Mrs. Granger are you alright?" The man leaned towards the crying girl who shook her head numbly. Draco blinked.

"Her name isn't Granger." Snape turned towards him and sneered.

"You would do best to keep your mouth shut you evil…" Hermione grabbed him and let out another small cry.

"He doesn't remember." Snape turned back towards him. His eyes dark.

"How very interesting." Was all the man with jet black hair said before the door opened again and Dumbledore came towards Draco. Looking right past Hermione and Snape. He bent down and touched his shoulder.

"Mr. Malfoy, we need to have a talk about the past two years of your life?" Draco pulled away.

"I would like to talk to my wife please." Dumbeldore's eyes flinched.

"She is not your wife Draco." The older man whispered. Draco looked at him. Angry.

"Like hell she's not." He pushed passed him and towards her. He fell to her knees. Close to her side. Trying to grab her hands. "Hermione talk to me." She only stared at him. He touched her face again. "Tell them?" She tilted her head and frowned.

"Your not." She whispered. "You're my enemy."

A/N: I know its short but hey its something……… REVIEW! I COMAND YOU!