Disclaimer: Not mine or I wouldn't have finished the 7th book with such a terrible ending.

A/N: IM BACK! I know it was on hold for a while but I've got more ideas again. Okay, I read the 7th book and I want all of you to pretend it never happened. I disliked the weird tangents it went on and the people that died!! Plus Harry should have actually died, and not just fake died. Plus, I thought Hermione was smarter than to ever name her kid Hugo. Like wtf is that?! Am I delusional? Give me your opinions. Anyways, let's get on with this story and forget all about that for the moment.

Chapter 7 - Sectusempra (The Real Story)

Draco landed very ungracefully in a heap on the floor. It was hard to remain composed when you didn't realize you were going to be whisked off by a Portkey, even if you were a Malfoy.

"Ahh…so I see you have finally decided to join us Draco." A high cold voice hissed out the words from a dark corner.

Draco immediately recognized the voice and kept his head lowered, while standing up slowly. This was not good.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I have brought you here. I finally found out why you haven't been focused on the task I sent you. A mudblood Draco? I thought you had better taste then that…"

He couldn't help but let out a little gasp of shock. So the Dark Lord finally knew. He chose to say nothing, waiting for the Avada that was sure to come.

"No Draco I am not going to kill you…not yet. I need you still. Plus, I think this little revelation will help you focus your efforts. Since you have an heir on the way, you might be a little more willing to help, since of course you wouldn't want anything to happen to either of them…" Voldemort trailed off letting his words sink in.

Draco's stomach lurched at the thought of losing Hermione and his unborn child. How did he find out?! Bile rose into his throat. Either way he would lose her. To their death, or to Hermione's disgust at his part in helping let Death Eaters loose on the school.

"Your thoughts are practically leaking out. It's disgusting. However, since it is to my benefit I will let your little mudblood and halfblooded child live if you will actually complete your task. If not…they might just have a devastating accident…Now, I am sending you back to the Forbidden Forest. I trust that your long walk back will give you some valuable time to think about your options. I hope for your sake that you make the right decision for once boy. Also, you'd better hope that Lucius never finds out about this or I will be unable to stop whatever repercussions he deems fit…"

With that he threw something at Draco which he instinctively caught and once again he felt the pull and landed unceremoniously in the Forbidden Forest.

Normally, he would have been running out of there in a panic, but at the moment, he felt no fear. He almost wanted something to jump out at him so that he could either vent his anger at it or be eaten so he wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Either way sounded quite appealing. Unfortunately he had a very uneventful trip back to the castle, and even managed to evade detection from all teachers and Filch back to his room; not that he was being very sneaky.

As he lay there in bed, oblivious even to Goyle's snores, he realized there really was no choice to make. The answer was obvious, but it hurt nonetheless. The options were crap and crappier. He didn't sleep all night, which made him look even more pallid then usual. The stress was killing him.

Hermione on the other hand, was not sleeping at all either. The past couple of weeks had been devastating. She had no idea what to do. How on earth would she do this without him? Worse, how could she do it with him? There were no options left. Hermione Granger, the girl with all the answers, was dumbfounded. She started trying to form a plan in her mind…the future looked grim, but at least she was working on a plan.

She tried to act more amiably to Ron who hadn't mentioned anything that had happened, nor tried anything. Plus, he had broken up with Lavender and gotten hurt previously, so she had no choice but to drop the charade. After all, she still did care about him. She was trying to act more pleasant towards Harry…until that fateful day…

She was sitting there studying, or at least trying to when Harry came running, asking for Ron's potion book. He was drenched in water and something that looked like blood and a sinking feeling came over her. A wave of dread passed through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Trying to remain unsuspicious she slipped out past him and followed him down to the bathrooms where she heard everything. Harry had almost killed Draco. Draco…the man she loved. She gagged and ran to the Room of Requirement where she was immediately sick and had to restrain herself from running to the Hospital Wing to make sure he was alright and to tell him everything. It hurt so bad to be so useless and not be able to say anything to him. She wanted to help…to do something. She curled up on the floor of the room and sobbed for hours.

Previously

Draco went into the bathroom as usual. He had found someone who would listen to him a long time ago, and somehow it was comforting. Moaning Murtle was the only 'person' who could actually understand how crappy he felt, and in whom he could confide. Tears started to pour down his cheeks and he couldn't help it. That was when he saw Potter watching him.

It was all Potter's fault! If he hadn't lived he would never be in this predicament. Of course, his thoughts weren't quite rational but that's how he felt at the moment. If he wasn't friends with Hermione she wouldn't be in such danger. They wouldn't have to sneak! He could be with her…well excluding the fact that she was a muggleborn. But still, he wasn't thinking that way. He needed someone to blame, and Potter was the perfect target. He shouted something incoherent to himself and pulled out his wand. The duel lasted a couple seconds until he tried to Crucio Harry. Then he felt a slashing pain across his chest. He was suddenly soaked, and falling. It was bliss and pain. Then the world went black.

Hermione was livid with Harry. She had to restrain herself from hexing him into oblivion. She had been scared beyond belief and in physical pain from the stress. If his little stunt caused any harm to her baby, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from doing something irrational. As it was, there was already a little plan forming in her mind, and she couldn't keep it at bay.

The next day Draco was back in class, admittedly looking peaky, but whole nonetheless, she casually slipped him a note, though with determination. Her mind was made up.

Draco saw her sidle up, trying to look normal, and dropped something on his lap so quickly he almost didn't see her do it. With extreme care he unfolded it, and tears welled up in his eyes, which he brushed away angrily, hoping no one had noticed.

Dearest,

I've seen that my side can be just as brutal as yours. By no means am I switching sides, but I will help you. I realized I love you. That I will always love you, and I want my child to have a father. Maybe we can not be together, but I want to know you are alive somewhere. My only request is that you warn me before it happens, so that I can try and keep my friends alive.

Love forever.

He couldn't let her do this. But could he keep her alive if he didn't?

A/N: More angst! As always…I love it. Anyways, review please, and tell me your thoughts about the 7th book. E-mail me if you'd like. I'm always up for a chat.