A/N: You know it, I don't own it. (cept for the plot and Adrien of course!)

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There was blood smeared all over Hermione's bed. The rest of the house was quiet and he had no idea where anyone was or there current state. How could he sleep through something like this? Had he been hexed? He jumped out of bed and was prepared to run around the house like a chicken with its head cut off in a panic, before he remembered his promise to Hermione.

He grabbed his wand off the nightstand and quietly snuck across the hall into Adrien's room. He was sleeping and Draco breathed a humongous sigh of relief, he then checked on her aunt and uncle, both were sleeping. What the bloody hell is going on around here? He asked him self. That's when he first realized that the shower was on. He crept stealthily towards the bathroom with his wand drawn in front of him; he swung open the door to find a very startled Hermione wringing her hair out.

"Draco!" she shrieked before scrambling to snatch up a towel, exposing her raw wrist. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!?" she hissed.

"What I'm doing? What do you think you're doing!?" he cried angrily and hurt and pointed at her wrist which was scratched red. "I thought you were done," he stated.

"Done what?"

"Done cutting damn it!" he stomped his foot on the tile floor.

"I am! I didn't cut! I just… scratched and then…"

"And then you bled all over your bed and scared me half to death!"

She looked down and said, "I'm sorry Draco,"

"Sorry!? Hermione I thought Burns had found us! Had found you! I thought he had done away with you in your bed while I was right there! Where I could have helped and just slept there! Hermione I love you! Do you know what that means? It means that I have never felt worse in my life than these past few minutes! I thought I'd lost you!" he started crying.

"Draco, Draco… please stop crying… please. I just… the funeral… Adrien… everything…"

"That is no excuse Hermione, no excuse at all."

"I know, it just… it gives me a sense of control over something, I have no control over anything else."

"Well you're going to have to get used to not having control over everything. Hermione, I love you, and I thought you loved me too,"

"Draco I do!" she professed.

"Well apparently not enough to stop cutting yourself. Do you even love your son enough to stop cutting yourself?"

Slap, Hermione delivered a strong blow to his cheek. "How dare you," she growled before leaving the room in a huff. By the time Draco got back to their room she was leaving, dressed in all black and entered the room across the hall to get Adrien dressed for his grandparents' funeral.

He tried to apologize to Hermione for the next three hours while she solemnly ignored him and made sure that Adrien never left her side. When her Aunt and Uncle ushered them into the car Hermione said she had been feeling ill lately and wanted to sit in the front, Adrien of course, followed his mother like a little duckling.

Once at the funeral, it was a slow mournful procession. Hermione obviously wanted to sit in between people who weren't Draco but with some wit, Draco managed to get a seat right next to her and Adrien on her right.

"Hermione," he whispered.

"I don't want to talk to you Draco," she warned.

"Fine, don't. Just listen," he told her. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have said that, but I was hurt Hermione. And I know you're dealing with a lot of pain right now, but Hermione, it killed me to see you back at that again, and sooner or later it's going to kill you too," he said quiet enough so Adrien couldn't hear it.

"I'm sorry, and I know, but just so you know… they were scabs that I just picked open. I hadn't cut for a while," she told him as the service started.

After about fifteen minutes of the minister talking Hermione was called up to give the eulogy, she was shocked. Draco could feel her tense up next to him when the minister called her up to the podium. She hadn't prepared a speech! "Good luck," Draco whispered and gave her hand a squeeze.

She was shaking as she walked up the aisle way and when she got to the podium she had to grip it for support. "Um, for all of you who don't already know, I'm Hermione Granger and those are my parents in the caskets. My parents always supported me in everything I did, and helped me with everything I couldn't handle. They were great people, and great dentists. When I was brutally assaulted" Draco noticed she didn't say raped, and wondered why until Adrien moved a seat over to sit next to Draco. His head was bowed and he was sniffling, trying to hold back tears. Draco put his arm around Adrien's tiny shoulders and Adrien put his head against Draco's side and made it wet with tears.

"They helped me get through it, when I had my son; they helped me raise him and helped me with school so I wouldn't fall behind, and now they're gone and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. They helped me through the toughest times I will ever probably have to face in my life time. And now that they're gone, I don't know if I ever properly thanked them. So, mum, dad, the only thing I can think to say is: Thank you, you were the best parents I could've wished for and it was not your time to go…" her chin was quivering more and more violently with every word she said before she finally just mumbled, "I'm sorry," before running out of the room in a fit of tears. Draco ran after her, leaving Adrien to run after him before his Grand-Aunt caught him and put him in her lap.

"No! I want my mummy!" he yelled and squirmed violently until crack! He disappeared from her arms. "Ah!" she shrieked and ran out of the room to search for him before anyone could ask awkward questions.

Draco expected her to stop once she was out of sight of the caskets but she kept on running. Damn she fast, Draco thought as the tail of her funeral skirt whipped out of sight around another corner until they were both outside where Draco could see her running towards the woods near the funeral home.

"Hermione stop!" he yelled. She suddenly came to a full stop and fell to her knees sobbing.

"Hermione," he panted, kneeling next to her he put his arms around her and asked her what happened.

"I just, it's my fault they're dead," she sobbed.

"What? Hermione that's ridiculous,"

"No it's not! The day I got raped I had been shopping with my parents in London. They had been bugging me so I asked to go off shopping by myself; they wouldn't let me so I snuck off anyway! I thought I saw them behind me so I went down an alleyway and that's where he got me! And if I had had my wand on me none of this would have happened! None of it!" she wailed.

"But think of all the good things that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't snuck away!" he urged her. "You wouldn't have had your son, your son who you love! Your son who is probably going to grow up to be the smartest wizard or muggle whatever of his age! Who knows what would've happened! Maybe you wouldn't have fallen into my pensieve and maybe I wouldn't have fallen into yours! If that happened maybe we wouldn't have started caring for each other and maybe we wouldn't love each other!"

"And my parents wouldn't be dead! My family and my loved ones wouldn't be targets of a murderer!"

"That may be true Hermione, and this may sound cruel but we're all going to die someday, it's just a question of where and when. Your parents could have chosen to kick you out of the house when you were fifteen because you had gotten pregnant by rape, they could've made you drop out of school and ruin your future because of a tragedy that wasn't your fault! They took care of you Hermione, they loved you and Adrien and I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have had that!" he told her, suddenly angry.

She looked up at him with her honey-golden irises surrounded by red puffy eyes suddenly filled with epiphany. "Draco I--"

"You should be!" he told her truthfully. "Hermione I love you, but your parents never blamed you for being raped, you son never blamed you, so stop blaming yourself!" he cried.

She nodded and stifled back a few tears. Suddenly her breath hitched in her throat, "Hermione, what's wrong?" Draco asked.

She pointed in front of her; there was a bird stoically in the air as if to descend, a spring butterfly hovered as if frozen above a flower, the breeze which had been swaying the trees had stopped and the trees were all bent slightly, some with green leaves falling to the ground, frozen, midair.

"Hermione what happened?" he asked her, alarmed.

She thought for a moment, "Draco," she gripped his hand, "he's here," her eyes were wide with fright and she stood up, "Draco where's Adrien?"

Then as if on cue, a small high pitched voice screamed, "Mummy!" from somewhere on the grounds. "Draco we need to find him now!" she said with a motherly urgency in her voice. "Adrien where are you!?"

"The woods!" he sounded terrified. She immediately ran after her son's voice deep into the woods with Draco hot at her heels. They eventually became separated from one another and Draco was fearful. The two people he loved more than anything were alone in these woods, in danger.

"Give him back you bastard!" he suddenly heard her yell, he found her again in no time and the sight before him was no less than shocking.

"I said give him back!" she yelled, tears in her eyes and wand pointed menacingly at Gregory Burns who was no more than five feet away, holding Adrien in his arms with his wand pointed at Adrien's little temple turned so Hermione could watch him cry.

"Oh no Miss Granger, first you must give me what I want," he hissed.

"And what's that?"

"You," he responded.

"No chance in hell," Draco stepped in front of her protectively.

"Yeah that's right buddy!" Adrien said, trying to act brave.

"Very well then, Avada-"

"No!" Hermione screamed and stepped in front of Draco, "I'll go," she said.

"Hermione no,"

"Draco remembers what you promised me," she told him.

He looked ready to start another fight but merely nodded in submission. "I know, I'll take care of Adrien, I promise," he told her.

"Good, now give me the girl,"

Hermione made to move forward, "No, you give us Adrien,"

"Hm… it seems we have reached an impasse?" he wondered allowed. "Very well then, boy, Granger, step forward. Boy, you may take her son's hand, and I will take Granger's."

They all nodded and stepped forward. Burns set Adrien down on the ground while still holding his hand; Draco grabbed hold of Adrien's free hand and Hermione walked towards Burns who zealously took hold of her hand making her whimper.

"Hermione," Draco said, "before I let go of your hand, remember, I love you."

She nodded, and said, "I love you too," before they were forced to let go of each other's hand. Draco quickly scooped Adrien up in his arms and held him protectively while watching helplessly as Burns disapparated with a crying Hermione.

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