Sorry it took me so long, softball is my life right now and updating must come second according to my folks.

In Transit for You

Chapter7: Some Seek Forgiveness Others Escape

Draco sat alone in a cold Azkaban cell. He put his head in his hands. What the fuck is my problem? I love her, why didn't I fight for myself. She was so fragile, so weak, so venerable, so…mine and I didn't put up a fight. What the fuck is wrong with me? Must I keep living as though my second chance and new view on my life is nothing? Must I hurt everyone I love? Must I disappoint the only one how cares about me? I'm fucked up. That's what it is. I'm just fucked up," he thought to himself. His eyes burned from having them in his hands for so long. He had been awake for almost five days straight now. He had tried to sleep, but couldn't. The thought of Hermione heartbroken and crying in her room waiting for him haunted the times he was awake. He didn't want to know what it would be like to be asleep and have that guilt stab at his conscience. His thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a cell door. He looked up to see who was visiting and found himself looking at Hermione. He stood up with a confused look on his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Hermione Granger was braving an Azkaban cell to see him.

"Hermione, I don't want you here," he said before she could speak. "You don't deserve to feel the cold of this place. Please leave."

"Draco, I came here to help you break free," she told him. "The guards have already been stupefied and their memories altered. Please, just come with me."

"I'm not letting you get in trouble for me."

"I want to get in trouble for you."

"But Harry…"

"Harry doesn't have the guts to arrest me. He's an old friend. Old friends don't turn on each other as far as he sees it." Draco looked into Hermione's eyes for any trace of turning back. "Like you said, there's no turning back tonight…"

"Kiss me one last time…" Draco finished. Hermione grabbed his hand and they ran out of Azkaban together. Once away from the island, Hermione turned to Draco.

"I need to get back to the house so that no one suspects me," she informed him.

"We will be back together someday, somehow," he said holding her hand. Hermione watched him run away into the sunset. She didn't want to go back to the Order's refuge house. She didn't want to have to face Harry. She decided it best to await Draco's next letter and lie low for awhile. She saw a pub not to far from the island and decided to check it out.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked as she entered.

"I'll have whiskey, straight up, no ice," she said running her fingers through her hair. She peered around the pub to see who else was spending their time there.

"Hey, Hermione!" a voice said behind her causing Hermione to spill some of her drink down her shirt.

"Harry!" she exclaimed. Harry walked over to the corner of the bar and took the seat next to hers. "What brings you here?" she asked innocently.

"You haven't heard?" Harry responded rapping his knuckles on the bar so that the bartender would see him.

"No," Hermione said, now interested in what he had found.

"There's been a break out at Azkaban," he explained. "Rum and coke," he added to the bartender.

"That's a new one," Hermione said sipping her drink and not looking at him.

"Yeah, they say it was an inside job," Harry told her stressing the last words "inside job." Hermione knew that he knew. "Where is he?" he whispered grabbing the glass that the bartender had slid to him.

"Who?" she asked curiously.

"Don't play dumb with me," Harry hissed taking a sip of his drink.

"You arrested him falsely," she hissed back.

"Hermione, I don't want to believe it. You're my friend, my best friends at that. For God sakes, Hermione, I can make this go away. All you have to do is tell me where the fuck he is," he whispered. She could smell his drink on his breath. She looked at him with tear filled eyes. "Make it go away," he whispered once more.

"I can't," she said fighting back the tears. Harry sighed and hung his head.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Simple and clean, I love him," she said setting down the money for her drink and running out of the bar. She could hear Harry close behind her.

"Damn it Hermione!" he yelled. She was faster. She ran into a forest near by and quickly hid herself among the bushes.

"I know you won't go back to the house!" Harry yelled having lost sight of her.

"I'll be sending patrols here. And I've already placed an apparition charm on the forest. There is no way in or out! I didn't want it to come to this Hermione, but it must!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his footsteps disappear. She sunk down in the bushes and knew that she wasn't well hidden. She began to army crawl along the forest floor. She would stop ever so often to listen for the sounds of crunching twigs or the pop of an apparaitor(sp?). She had been crawling for what seemed like forever, but was only two hours, when she hit something metal. She looked down where her hand had touched the metal and saw a handle. She pulled it open and went inside. She gasped. It was an underground speak easy that had been out of business for a long time now. She touched the pictures of flappers that hung on the wall. She saw the circular tables that had ash trays which some still had remains of old cigars and cigarettes in them. She then spotted a bed in the far corner and fell onto it and fell asleep almost instantly.