Author's note: This chapter, I discovered on my computer after I wrote the fourth chapter. It was supposed to be the original chapter three, but I didn't find it till after I published the current chapter three. SO that said, I tweaked, and rewrote some of it to fit the current story, and kept some of the other chapter in it because I liked it so much. I hope you all like it. AS always, PLEASE REVIEW. Thank you. OH Hermione and Draco's POV will switch in here, but I Will tell you in parenthesis when they will switch.

(Hermione's Point of view)

As the thunderstorm came rolling in, Hermione was very glad Draco was with her. Shopping therapy with Ginny had helped with Ginny. Hermione was tempted to tell Ginny who she was seeing, but she was still concerned Ginny would tell her husband, who was best friends (yes, even still after how horrible their marriage ended) with Ron. She did not want it getting back to Ron that she was seeing Draco secretly. Ron never forgave Draco. When they were married, he still bashed Draco, err in Ron's words "That stupid brat of an ass."

She fell asleep next to Draco after a kiss, and nothing else. She was exhausted from work, and needed sleep. So, Draco let her sleep.

(Draco's POV)

Rain pounded on the window as he suddenly awoke. He stared at the sleeping beauty next to him. Nothing happened after the last kiss he gave her. She fell asleep suddenly and rolled over. He laid awake for hours watching her sleep, but finally fell asleep after a few hours.

Thunder boomed outside as the lights flickered off and on in the cabin. He arose quietly, and carefully moved over her hoping not to disturb her. When he saw Hermione's eyes open, he kissed her forehead gently.

"Go back to sleep," he whispered gently. Draco pulled on a shirt and covered her with a blanket. Just as he did so, the light in the hallway flickered once, and then went out for good.

Once downstairs, he found the lamp sitting on the table. He then went into the living room and created a fire. Sitting back on the couch, he shivered as lightening crashed causing thunder to boom, and rain to pound against the window.

He stared outside the window and saw a figure outside. His heart began to pound in his chest as Draco raced to the door, and opened it fighting hard against the wind. Lightening crashed again near the cars where he saw the figure. He blinked twice, and didn't see anything as thunder boomed.

It was just his imagination. He really didn't see anything. He talked to himself in his mind. But Draco could have sworn he saw Voldemort standing there in the rain, but that wasn't possible because he was dead. Chills ran up his spine once more as he shut the door, locking it twice with the bolt lock and chain lock. He felt his heart beat fast against his throat.

'Calm down Draco, Voldemort isn't really there,' he ordered himself.

He decided to make some tea in the kitchen. Taking the lamp he lit, he walked in the kitchen and held in a scream as he thought he saw the figure in the kitchen.

"Draco, you dummy, it was just the pot belly stove in the kitchen across the gas stove. It was not Voldemort." He spoke out loud.

He really hated Voldemort. The ghost of Voldemort haunted him every time it rained. He knew he woke from sleep due to nightmares about his old house. This one had been about Hermione being tortured again. He shuddered, pushed the thought out of his mind and reminded him she was okay and in his bed sound asleep.

When the tea finished, the lights still didn't come back on, so he took the lamp, his tea and walked into the living room.

He sat down and watched the fire dance after putting the tea and lamp on the nearby table. The fire put its spell on Draco, causing him to drift off into sleep as rain continued outside.

(Draco's Dream)

He felt as if he was sleepwalking as he entered his house. Only this wasn't his house he knew. It was his old house in the dark days of Voldemort's reigns. He found himself wandering around, not really knowing what to do. Suddenly, he heard a woman's screams. At first thought it was his mother, but the screams were coming from the dungeons of his home.

Draco started to run in panic knowing who those screams belonged to. He ran, and ran down a long, dark tunnel. The entrance to his dungeons were locked. He could see through the wooden barred window at the top Hermione and Voldemort inside the small room. Voldemort blocked Hermione from his view. His heart pounded as he tried to turn the doorknob. Another scream, only it came from Draco itself as he saw Voldemort raise his wand aiming it at Hermione.

(End dream)

(Draco and Hermione's point of view)

The second scream woke him up in sweats. He saw Hermione standing next to him with a quizzical look on her face.

"Believe it or not Granger, but I do have nightmares," he said.

"I know. I heard you screaming when I was upstairs," she said sitting next to him as she handed him a glass of water.

He took sips and put it down next to the now cold tea. The fire he lit had embers glowing. He blinked, he could have sworn he saw Voldemort's face in the embers. Another shiver caused Hermione to look at the fire.

"I keep seeing him," Draco said after a moment of silence.

"So do I. He was in my dream," Hermione's face was as white as a ghost when the lightening cracked outside lighting up the whole room. Draco saw she had on a robe, but was shivering. He took her carefully, and wrapped him in his arms pulling her close to him.

"We're a pair of cowards aren't we?" Draco asked as he faked a smile.

"We have a right to be cowards."

"Not really. Truthfully, I wish I wasn't one. Do you want to know a secret?"

"Well, seeing how we've seen each other half naked already, what else is there to hide?" She smiled.

"I'm all talk. People look at me all tough on the outside, and quick to insult, but deep on the inside, I'm a scared little boy still. I scream inside every time it rains. And I hate places with a lot of shadows."

"To be honest, I knew that. I think that's what infuriated me so much in school. I knew you were all talk. I knew it was just a mask, and underneath you were scared. Perhaps that's why I was aggravated with you all the time," Hermione shared her thoughts with him.

The sound of thunder booming in the distance caused them both to jump. He pulled back as she scooted away from him, but still facing him. She turned towards the door and screamed jumping up from the couch.

"Hermione?" Draco sat up right away and turned to see what she was staring at. Lightening crashed, illuminating the outside. A figure stood outside of the door knocking against it.

"It's Ron!" Hermione gasped.

"He hasn't been here in four years! What on earth is he doing here now?" A fist pounded heavily against the door several times.

"HERMIONE! I know you're there. Ginny let it leak you were coming this weekend," he slurred his words, and sounded very drunk.

"Bloody Hell, he's drunk again," Hermione said nervously as Ron pounded on the door again.

"Hermione open up!" Ron demanded.

"Drunk? I can leave," Draco said giving her a worried look.

"No, don't. I need you. Yes, he drank all the time. Gambled, too. That's part of why I left him."

Hermione walked slowly towards the door trying to block Draco from Ron's view. Draco hid in the kitchen, knowing Ron would barge in.

"What in the bloody hell took so long?" Ron demanded as Hermione opened the door, looking flustered.

"I was asleep, Ron," Hermione lied.

"No you weren't. I saw you on the couch."

"Okay, fine. I was having a sip of tea. What are you doing here?" he came through the door as she shut it behind him.

"I lost my house," he stated. As he spoke, she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You lost our old house? How?" She crossed her arms. Draco was in the living room so she steered him towards the kitchen.

"Gambling." Ron admitted, not looking ashamed.

"Damn it, Ronald. This is exactly why I left you," Hermione said frustrated.

"I need a place to stay."

"You can't stay here. Or at my flat in the city," Hermione stated.

"We were married once, weren't we?" Ron allowed himself to explore her living room. The papers had to be somewhere. He started rummaging through her file cabinet next to the bookshelf and found the divorce papers.

"FOUR years ago! Why can't you stay at Ginny's? Or your mum's." She saw him grab the Manila envelope, then reached out to grab them, but he got to them first.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

He tore open the envelope instead of opening it correctly because he was hammered. She took a few steps back into the kitchen and turned around so he wouldn't see tears slowly forming.

"See? We're still married. Then I can stay here. And I will, because I'm not leaving you. In fact, I'm tearing up the papers," he said stupidly, as his eyes darted to her. An evil, drunk grin formed across his face.

"You can't. We aren't still married. Those documents are signed. You're too drunk to see. I keep them here instead of my office or apartment because I knew you'd try to find them. They are magic nicked so they can't be torn or cut. You're drunk, Ron." The tears stopped as she remembered what kind of a man he turned out to be.

"Well, who was the idiot who did that?" Ron smirked, ignoring the drunk comment.

"I did. And I'm not an idiot." Hermione turned around.

"Fine, then I'm going to burn them."

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked as she followed him to the fire place. The embers had gone out by then. Hermione scanned the room looking for Draco, hoping he was listening in the kitchen as Ron attempted to light a fire with matches.

"Help me," he stated as he held up the matches hoping she would take them.

"No. Ron, you're hammered. This is why we got a divorce, remember? Give me the papers. They're over. We had court four years ago, had a divorce, and moved on. We're done. You need to leave." Hermione moved close to him as he stood up suddenly. She tried getting the papers, but as she did so, Ron shoved his other hand at her pushing her hard onto the couch.

"Leave her alone," Draco said as he came out of his hiding spot. Ron let go of the matches letting them drop to the ground, gripping the documents tight. His anger shown as cold eyes glared at Hermione and then back at Draco.

"So, this is why you wouldn't let me in," Ron growled as he went towards Hermione.

Draco moved protectively in front of Hermione.

"Malfoy, she's my wife in case you haven't forgotten." Ron slurred the word 'wife'.

"You've been divorced for four years. She is not your wife anymore. She's not some piece of property. She has been free from you for four years. It's not her fault YOU forget that," Draco said in defense.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here with her?" Ron demanded an explanation.

"We showed up at the same time. He needed time away from work and chose the same month to come up," Hermione explained as she stood up behind Draco. Draco automatically moved an arm behind him. He felt Hermione's hands grip tight to his arm as Ron's anger continued to show.

"Liar!" Ron bellowed as the papers started to crumple as he held tighter to them.

"Weasel, give me the papers." Draco held his free hand out. Draco knew it was cowardly of him to go back to the old nickname he gave to Ron, but he hated him still.

"What? So I can give you permission to sleep with my wife?"

"She isn't your wife anymore," Draco growled through his teeth.

"Here. I don't want her anyways." Ron threw the papers near the fire, glared at them, stumbled towards Draco, as if he wanted to attack him. He then flipped the pair off, and disapparated into the night.

Draco quickly went to Hermione's side, turned around and gently took her by the hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he saw how scared she was.

"I'm fine. Check the papers."

The divorce papers lay on top of the embers of the fire, untouched.

"They're fine. That's some magic protecting them," Draco said as he snatched them up.

"You protected me," Hermione said as she started crying.

"Hermione," Draco said as he slowly wrapped his arms around her. She pushed away from him.

"No offense, Draco, I need to be alone. So much has happened in one night, I need time to think. I'm going back to bed now." Hermione walked away from him.

"Hermione," Draco whispered.

He stared at the divorce papers that gave Hermione her freedom from Ron. If he ever saw the man on the streets, Ron would pay. Draco vowed.

Author's Note: I updated this story in October, and felt inspired again to update. I will try to continue working on this story and not wait 4 years again. I'm really getting into it now. Please review!