a/n Thanks for all of the reviews! I won't keep you waiting; I know many of you skip my blabbering. Oh, and I was in fact thinking of Pocahontas when I wrote that Hermione was running! Enjoy!

Draco and Michael said the killing curse at the same time. Concentrating all his last efforts Draco forced his jet of light closer and closer to Michael. Gasping his breath, Draco thought of the one thing that had kept him going this far: Hermione. With a sudden burst of strength Michael fell to the ground dead. Draco dropped to the ground; his legs no longer had the strength to support him.

At seeing their leader defeated, the Death Eaters apperated in fear of the Order. Harry ran over to Draco and looked at his new found friend.

"Draco, you've lost a lot of blood, I don't think we can get you back to the castle in time." Harry said looking down at the boy. (Don't stop reading; and don't hate me!)

"Hermione," he gasped and Harry looked around.

"She isn't here," he said and watched Draco nod weakly.

"She'll be here," Harry looked down hesitantly at Draco, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead he went on, "Harry, have you found a way I can tell Hermione how I feel?" Harry smiled a ghost of a smile and nodded.

They were both unaware of the crowd that had gathered around them in a hush. The only sound that seemed to be heard was the ragged breathing of Draco.

Hermione beat her legs faster and faster, something was wrong. She could feel it, something was very wrong.

"Please, help me," he said and Harry nodded.

Pulling out his wand he laid it over Draco's heart. "This will only last a little while. If Voldemort's powers become good then…" He was cut by Draco giving him a look. "Fine," he muttered thinking about how bossy Draco was even when he was on his death bed.

Faster and faster Hermione ran. She felt like she was going to pass out. Not yet, she told herself. She kept on running.

"Powers of the heart, hear my words and let thy self speak true," Harry murmured tapping Draco lightly over the heart.

Hermione pumped her legs harder, and tears began to build up in her eyes. She couldn't be late. She couldn't be late.

A light wrapped Draco in its arms and he sighed; now all he had to do was wait. Hermione would come he knew it.

Hermione sighed in relief as she reached the clearing. But soon those sighs turned to sobs as she ran through the crowd and to the center. Draco lay bleeding and Harry sitting over him.

"Draco," she cried throwing herself down next to him and looking into his eyes.

"I knew you would come," he whispered and tears trickled from Hermione's eyes.

"Draco, please don't leave me," but he just smiled at her.

"Hermione, I love you," tears slid down Hermione's cheek.

"I love you too Draco," her tears slid onto his face as she kissed him.

Tow separate lights wrapped the two lovers within their grasps. One light changed Voldemort's powers to good. The other tangled Hermione and Draco up in it's wed, hiding them from view from the on lookers.

The truest kiss they ever shared lasted only minutes. But it seemed like forever the light had wrapped the two in its grasp. Soon the light disappeared leaving the others to see what had happened…

a/n Hmmm…. What happened? Any guesses? I already know, but I'm not telling you! Tell me what you think! Don't hate me either…..