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AN: I just want to clarify that there's no real time period for this. It jumps a lot, but I'm hoping it's not confusing, just vague.

Also, I've taken into considerations my reviews and have upgraded the first chapter if you want to reread it, as well as changed the title, with help from Terra.

And I want to sincerely apologize how long it took me to write this second part. My Microsoft Word had expired and I just recently got a passkey for it. I hope this make up for the wait :)

Part 2

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet, because we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while
Oh, Ohhh

Hermione glanced about herself nervously, searching the dark clearing for any signs of movement. A hand clamped onto her shoulder and she spun around, wand drawn.

"Draco! Don't do that!" Hermione yelled, then lowered her voice. "Where have you been? I can't stay long, Harry and Ron wi-" Draco's lips on hers silenced her. He wrapped his arms around her and Hermione felt herself pushing herself closer, enjoying the warmth of his body in the cold November air.

"Shhh… Granger you worry too much." Draco said. His hair was longer than the last time she had seen him, three weeks before, and his face was paler then usual. Hermione reached her finger up to trace the heavy bags under his eyes and noticed a half healed scar on his temple. Her fingers lingered there a moment.

"What's this?" She asked, her voice quiet.

"It's nothing, just a quiditch accident." Hermione looked at him suspiciously and Draco gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his face, causing Hermione to wince. He pulled back her jacket sleeve to reveal long angry scratches crisscrossing her forearm.

"What the hell is this?" Draco's voice was like ice, but his touch on her arm gentle as he traced the vivid red lines.

"Nothing, just a quiditch accident. You know how those are." Hermione said spitefully, pulling her arm from his grasp and tugging down her sleeve.

"Dammit Granger!" he strode away from her angrily. " What else am I supposed to say? What do you want to hear? That my crazy Aunt likes to practice her Crucio on trainees! Or how about the fact that Voldermort enjoys using the Imperious curse on my father to beat my mother and me? What is it you want to know Hermione?" Draco was panting as he struggled to calm down, knowing he had revealed too much about life at the manor.

"What are you training for Draco?" Hermione asked quietly, a look of absolutely desperation in her eyes.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You said that Bellatrix likes to torture trainees. What the fuck are you training for?" Hermione screamed.

"Hermione, I-" Draco started but she cut him off.

"Don't Draco! You want to know what happened to my arms? I was attacked by Fenhir Greyback while trying to save a muggle family! I barely got away without being bitten, unfortunately, the muggle family wasn't as lucky." Hermione paused in her tirade, staring at Draco's sullen expression. "Oh, does it disgust you to think that I almost became a werewolf? Just one more blood deformity to add to the list, right? One more reason why I shouldn't exi-"

"Shut up Granger! Shut the fuck up!" Draco grabbed her roughly, holding her at arm's length, glaring down at her as she glared back at him.

"What Draco? Isn't that what all Deatheaters believe? That my kind is nothing more than filthy mudbloods?" Hermione pushed him away violently. Fighting back tears, she walked over to the edge of the clearing, her back to the man she loved. Hermione heard him speaking quietly behind her.

"Why can't we have one time where none of this matter, where we don't fight about whose side is right, or deserves to win? Why can't we just be Draco and Hermione, two 19 year olds who are crazy about each other? Why does the war always need to matter?" He walked towards her as he spoke, turning her around to face him. "Why can't we just escape it for a little while, Hermione?" She let herself be pulled into his arms, wrapping hers around him.

"Because Draco" she replied quietly, whispering into his ear "because it's what is going to keep us apart."

Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me
I was begging you, please don't go…
And I said

Hermione glanced up as the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place slammed shut, Mrs. Black's screams silenced with a flick of the enterer's wand. She put down the quill she was using and rose from her chair at the kitchen table as Harry and Ron stormed into the room, followed by Lupin.

"Where's Kingsley?" Hermione asked, setting the platter of sandwiches down that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for their return. They had received information about a Deatheater raid on a small village and the four had gone to investigate. Hermione had deigned to stay back and do more research on Horcruxes, resting an ankle she had injured on a previous mission.

"He's gone to inform the Minister of the present circumstances. The mission didn't go as planned." Lupin replied.

"Didn't go as planned? It was a bloody trap!" Ron exclaimed angrily. "The slimey gits were waiting for us as soon as we apparated in!" He grabbed a large sandwich, as if his tirade had made him ravenous.

"Is everyone okay?" Hermione asked, scanning each of them for severe injury. Ron noticed her distress and relished the attention.

"Nah, we're fine Hermione. But there were at least 10 of 'em." Ron answered, taking large bites of his sandwich, speaking in-between chews. "I almost got hexed by Malfoy, but I was too fast for the prat and got him first." He said proudly, and would have continued talking if Hermione hadn't interjected.

"Malfoy? As in Lucius Malfoy?" she asked, but already knowing the answer. Harry stared at her hard as she spoke, and she tried to hide her desperation.

"No. It seems the youngest Malfoy has joined the ranks of the Deatheaters." Lupin replied.

Hermione felt her entire system break down as icy realisation flowed throughout her body; she struggled to control her features, but Harry noticed and spoke

"It's a good thing you broke it off with him then, isn't Hermione? I mean, it would be bloody horrible to be in love with a deatheater."

A/N: Okay so I've decided to make this into a multi-chapter story, with at least 3 parts, simply because it's getting much longer than I thought it would be.

Again, mention any errors or suggestion in the review. I strive off of feedback :) I will try to update as soon as possible.

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