Note: Ok, I know that I had you guys going for a few but I'm sorry. That is a really important part of the story. Here is # 11, enjoy.

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Hermione

I woke up and found myself to be alone. I looked at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. I felt odd having Draco be up already because that means he is having a bad night. Well, I suppose it would mean that for anyone.

I got out of bed and put on my jeans but kept on my black nightgown top on. I walked downstairs and found Draco and Harry in the kitchen drinking coffee. I smiled sweetly and entered the kitchen.

"Guess none of us can get good sleep, huh?" Harry asked smiling; Draco turned and looked at me. He caught eye contact and stared sweetly, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then sat down at the end of the table.

"What are you two doing up?" I asked, feeling a strike of fear go through me.

"Bad night for the both of us, and you cant say much… you being up yourself." Harry replied.

I looked over at Draco who was already looking at me.

"What, do I have something on my face?" I asked him with a short laugh.

"No," He replied quickly, "It's just that… you're so… beautiful."

I blushed deeply then and Harry looked down at his coffee.

"Your such a sweet heart." I told him, "But I'm not the only good looking thing here."

He chuckled slightly and looked over at Harry, "Yeah, I know, Harry is in here too."

Harry, who was drinking coffee, then spat it out all over the floor and out burst laughter from his mouth. I began laughing as well, at Draco's comment and Harry's lack of control with drinks. Draco laughed because everyone else was laughing.

The kitchen door swung open and Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Fred and George all walked in with looks of concern.

"Just wake up the whole house you three." George said groggily.

"Sorry," I said, trying to catch m breath.

"Well, since we're all up, I'll put on some breakfast." Mrs. Weasley said walking over to the refrigerator and opening it up.

Then Ron and Ginny walked in as well, rubbing their eyes then taking their seats at the table.

Normal

A half hour went by with small chatter and little bits of laughter here and there. They were happy and they were together. That's all that mattered at the moment.

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione began as Dumbledore looked up from the other end of the table.

"Yes, Hermione." He said swiftly but sweetly.

"I was just wondering, when are we going to war?" Hermione asked and the room went silent automatically.

Everyone had his or her eyes on either Dumbledore or Hermione. Draco's eyes went to Hermione and already knew what Dumbledore was going to say.

"Hermione," he began being very serious now, "We are all at war this instant. When will we have the chance to fight is the question. Now, I know that Voldemort and most of his Death Eaters will be surrounding Hogwarts Friday evening. Thinking Harry Potter will be inside but we will surprise him from behind and that's when Harry will for fill the prophecy."

The room was still silent but the minds of everyone in that room were filled with comments and questions.

"Professor," Hermione began again and Dumbledore simply smiled, "What shall we bring… just our wands, right sir?"

Dumbledore's smile faded to nothing, "Hermione, you, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny will all be staying here. Yes, though, all there will be is wands and Auras by our sides."

"Sorry sir, excuse me?" Hermione said, somewhat rude but mostly confused.

"You will be staying here and we will be going and fighting with the Auras." He repeated.

Hermione shut her mouth and looked away, catching the eye of Draco who had no expression on his face.

Hermione got up and then left the room with her head down. She felt useless just then and unwanted. She couldn't abandon her love, her best friends. Ron, Harry, and Draco were going to fight the most sadistic man that ever lived and she would have to stay and just wonder who would be coming home and who wouldn't.

(The following Friday afternoon)

Draco had woken up that morning knowing that this evening might be his last. He withdrew a breath and then walked over to Hermione. She was sitting on our bed, weeping in her hands.

"P-please… don-don't g-go." She begged for him to stay, which killed him inside because he knew that he couldn't obey her wishes

"Hermione," he whispered, leaning down to her level and removing her hands away from her face. "I have to go… but… I'll make you a promise. I'll come back to you. Hermione, I love you."

Hermione leaped into his arms and held him close; he held her tightly and shut his eyes. Their lips then found each other and they embraced a beautiful and most romantic kiss.

"DRACO!" Dumbledore yelled, which surprised Draco and their lips disconnected, "WE MUST LEAVE NOW!"

Draco helped Hermione up and took her hand they went downstairs and found everyone at the door. People hugging people goodbye, tears of sadness filled everyone. Draco was wearing all white, in fact, all of the men were.

Hermione went into Draco's arms once again, not wanting to ever leave him.

"I love you," He whispered to her and she whispered back, "I love you too."

He could feel her tears on his neck and then her lips found his once again. Draco then pulled back softly and found her eyes, "Promise?" She asked him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Promise." He replied, then one by one the boys walked out of the house. Last, Draco stood there and looked at Hermione one last time. He captured her scent and taking a mental picture of her. Everything about her, her hazel nut eyes, dark honey hair with beautiful curls. Her face, a face, which a blind man could tell, was gorgeous. Then at the last moment he kissed his hand and blew her the kiss. Turning away he walked out the door knowing he could have just seen her for the last time.

Draco

We all apparated a mile away from Hogwarts and then went on foot the rest of the way. My heart was pounding fast and hard, I couldn't tell if I was about to pass out or kill the first thing to jump out at me.

I soon saw the grand shape of Hogwarts, dusk had hit. When the sun went down darkness began to rule.

I withdrew a deep breath and realized that we had come to the final battle. There they were, about twenty Death Eaters and Voldemort. Everyone else of his had been killed; one could only pray that this battle would be short and painless.

I withdrew my wand and a final deep breath, then about thirty Auras came from behind us and Dumbledore gave the signal. And we all began to run, and soon I found myself shooting off the "AVEDA KEDAVRA" curse at all the Death Eaters.

Then I found myself facing my father, he had anger in his eyes but as soon as he saw me he lowered his wand.

"Draco, come with me and fight with me… with you, we could win!" He pleaded for me.

"No father, I'm sorry, but I will not fight with you!" I told him strongly, "Please, join me and the Auras. We'll fight off Voldemort and then you could be at my wedding!"

"You're still going to marry her?" He said, somewhat shocked.

"Yes, father, I'm in love with her."

His face lit up and he muttered softly, "Everything is as planned then… even if the Dark Lord fall tonight then…"

My father stopped and looked up at me, "My son, if your not with me… then your against me. AVEDA KE…"

"AVEDA KEDAVRA!" I yelled before he could finish, my spell that I conjured hit my father and he fell to the ground… dead.

I ran on and soon found everyone dead except Voldemort, Harry, Fred and George, and Ron. I found Mr. Weasley dead. Tears came to me but I swept them away quickly and ran over to the other fours wake.

"He's mine," Harry said to us all and we all backed down. This was Harry's turn.

Voldemort had his back turned and was fighting Dumbledore with all his might. Harry still didn't do anything though. Then a green light shot from Voldemort's and Dumbledore fell down dead.

He then turned to Harry and found a flash of green light. He saw Harry's eyes and the last thing he saw was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead before he fell to the ground defeated. Yet, he was still breathing. Harry then walked over to Voldemort's wand and broke it in half. Soon after that Voldemort stopped breathing and was actually and really… dead.

We didn't know what to do, scream and celebrate, or cry and weep for the ones we love and lost.

Harry turned to us and I gave him a small smile. He returned the smile, knowing he had for filled his duty… he had killed Voldemort. A few Auras that were still alive came running up with smiles.

"Potter," Moody smiled, "You did it…"

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Ok, guys I know that this was another blah one but don't worry. My mind works great right now. I have so many ideas. Now, the next chapter will be even better because this series is not over yet. Oh, just asking… there is a great idea for a sequel if you guys want. Please let me know if I should end it with in the next few chapter or keep going with Part Two? Or start and entirely new story, review and please let me know, I would appreciate your help!

Yours Truly,

Nikkie (BlueEyedFairy)