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I know it has been a little while since I updated, but you know how summer goes. Anyway, I hope you

have enjoyed the story so far, here is chapter 6. It is sad and things change suddenly,

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He turned off the lights and left the room, just as Hermione's eyes peeked open.

Hermione smiled a little and tightly closed her eyes, just like she had been trying to do with her mind. She had been trying to shut out all the possible feelings she had for Draco. Those unyielding feelings had begun to thrill her in ways she hadn't know possible. She started to think of how her heart began to race every time she saw him walk into a room as well as the fact that she felt like she could share anything with him and he wouldn't tell a soul. Who would he tell, it's not like anyone he knows would listen to him now. Hermione tossed and turned for about an hour before she felt like she needed to get out of bed.

Just as she started to move she thought she heard a slight noise, but she pushed that idea away after nothing followed the sound. Then Hermione slid off her bed and she walked down the hallway towards Draco's room. She opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake him and she slithered inside. She noticed that Draco seemed at peace within his dreams when all of a sudden she heard another sound.

Thump. Bam. Boom. Crashes of all kinds.

'Huh?' Hermione knew something was not right, for one- her beloved Crookshanks had run away after Dumbledore died. Hermione was also certain that everyone in the house was asleep.

Draco heard the crashes as well and jumped up in bed to see a figure in his room. His eyes finally focused enough for him to see that it was Hermione, but she hadn't realized that Draco was awake, so that when he started talking she jumped.

"Did you hear that?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Yeah… You don't think it is… them- do you?" Hermione asked, quickly sitting down beside Draco on his bed. He pulled her close to him protectively; he promised himself right then and there he would not let Hermione ever get hurt if he could help it.

"No, don't you remember? There are tons of wards on this house- just like you told me," Draco answered trying to comfort the slightly frightened girl.

"Should we check, just to make sure?" Hermione questioned, her voice laced with concern.

"I think I hear your parents walking down the hallway to go check it out," Draco said trying to silence Hermione by putting his fingers to her lips.

They sat there in Draco's room, surrounded by their own silence. There was another crash. Hermione and Draco heard a scream, which made Hermione cling to Draco while he hugged her tightly. There were some loud noises and then two loud thumps. A few pairs of feet traveled up the staircase and Hermione, thinking on her toes, cast a spell of invisibility over herself and Draco and just as she did so the door opened to reveal three deatheaters looking straight at the two.

"There is nothing in here," one snapped out of frustration.

"Damn… Do you think she escaped?" another inquired.

"I checked all the other rooms, there is nothing," said a fourth deatheater approaching the others.

"The Dark Lord is going to punish us for sure. We didn't spend three weeks trying to find this place and another two weeks dismantling the wards to come up empty handed," said the one who hadn't spoken yet.

"Well, at least we got her parents," replied the frustrated one with the hint of smugness within his voice.

And with that the four poofed out of the Granger residence leaving in tow a brokenhearted little girl in the arms of a defeated young man. Hermione began to sob, her parents… Dead? She hadn't even said goodbye. They couldn't be dead could they? Hermione's head felt like it was going to explode.

"Shhh," Draco mumbled soothingly. He held her so close that she heard his heart beating and its pace was off the charts. He was so scared by those deatheaters he almost soiled himself.

"They're dead?" Hermione asked; she still couldn't believe it.

"We have to get out of here," Draco said suddenly. Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"Get all your stuff together. We have to go- they will return. Hermione, who can we contact so that we can stay somewhere? Hermione focus, if we don't leave here soon they will find us and kill us. Don't let your parents' death be in vain. C'mon we have to go!" Draco said pushing Hermione to her desk that was full of papers.

"Write to someone, anyone please! Hermione we have to get out of here. Contact Potter or Weasley or McGonagall or anyone, just do it and I'll get everything else," Draco said as he scurried out of the room.

Hermione tried to figure out who she would write- Harry. Draco was right; she needed to get them out of the house, away from the deatheaters return.

Draco was scurrying around the house waving his wand and packaging everything he could as quickly as possible. He grabbed every picture he could- he knew those meant everything to Hermione. He shrunk all of her movies and all the electronics and then he ran back upstairs and packed all of the things he had. He walked into Hermione's room and he was able to put all of her clothes and her books in her trunk. He went over to Hermione to see her writing a quick note to Potter.

When Hermione was done writing the letter, she tapped the parchment with a quick spell and got her owl to fly to Harry. She had an idea but it was going to be a little dangerous with deatheaters on the look for her as well as Draco. She stood up and shrunk her luggage.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked slowly. He knew she didn't want to go downstairs but she needed to.

"No… but I will," Hermione replied taking a deep breathe and shuttered.

He led her down the stairs and into the kitchen where her parents lay sprawled out on the floor, not breathing. Hermione turned to Draco and sobbed into his chest while he held her, rubbing her back in comforting motions. He looked at the cold bodies of the two nicest people in the world. These two people took him into their home, risking their own lives. They didn't die because he was there but the deatheaters wanted Hermione, they must have thought Draco died after he left the Malfoy Manner. He was going to avenge their deaths in any possible way he could. Those two were more like family to him than his own parents and he was going to make the jerks pay.

Hermione finally quit sobbing, tears gently rolled down her face while she turned and looked at her parents' bodies. She was going to kill whoever murdered her parents.

"Let's go," Hermione said; her voice tired and weary.

Hermione opened the door, leaving the house that was her home for many years. What was she going to do without her family? And for one small and strange moment Hermione looked over at Draco and knew everything would work out. They would be each other's family, since neither had one. Hermione took Draco's hand in her own and pointed her wand off the side of the sidewalk.

"Watch out," Hermione warned. As she stepped back quickly pulling Draco along side.

A triple-decker bus came out of nowhere and stopped in front of the two.

"Where to?" asked a young man with a face covered with zits.

"Number 11 Grimmald place, please," Hermione answered.

The trip was silent and Hermione was still in shock, Draco kept a protective arm around Hermione while she laid her head on his shoulder. He placed his head on top of hers and she felt safe- at least for that moment.

The bus whirled through the streets picking passengers up and letting them off at various destination points. The bus finally came to a quick stop in front of a worn down house that was familiar to Hermione. Draco was puzzled when Hermione stood and pulled him up with her. She thanked the bus driver and she walked out of the bus with Draco at her heels. Hermione directed herself down the sidewalk and whispered something in Draco's ear.

"Number 12 Grimmald Place."

"Huh?" Draco was completely baffled.

All of a sudden Draco saw another house emerge between Number 11 and 13 Grimmald Place. To say that Draco was shocked was an understatement, his jaw dropped and he gaped at the new attachment. Hermione smiled sadly while tugging Draco behind her. Hermione trudged up to the door and knocked lightly on its surface. The door opened slightly and a tuff of red hair was produced. The tuff of hair belonged to none other than Ron Weasley.

"Hermione, are you ok? We just got your letter," Ron said while sidestepping to allow both Hermione and Draco to enter.

"Oh Ron, it was horrible. They were looking for me! They wanted to kill me, but I put an invisibility charm on Draco and myself. They looked straight at us and… and… they killed my parents. My parents are dead because of me!" Hermione exclaimed in a voice that broke both Draco and Ron's hearts.

"Shhh," Ron whispered as he took her up into his arms in a comforting hug.

"Weasley, do you know where Potter is?" Draco asked looking around.

"Um, he isn't here," Ron answered as though he was nervous.

"He isn't here?" Hermione asked in a shrilly voice.

"Hermione, calm down, he is just fine. He is on one of those missions," Ron replied with emphasis on the word those.

Draco was confused, what kind of mission was Potter on? He looked over at Hermione, she seemed to understand perfectly. Maybe he would ask her later what Weasley meant by that statement. Hermione continued to seek comfort from Ron for a couple more minutes before pulling away.

"Ron, where are Draco and I staying?" Hermione questioned tiredly.

"Oh, yeah I was supposed to show you two to your rooms," Ron said sheepishly.

He led them to the stairs and walked up until they reached the 5th floor. It seemed deserted but there were about 4 rooms on the hallway. Ron directed Draco to the closest room on the right side of the hallway and showed Hermione to the closest room on the left side of the hallway.

"Thanks Ron, do you know what is going on for the rest of the day?" Hermione inquired.

"No, but I will let you know when I find out," Ron answered and began to leave.

"Weasley, can I talk with you for a second?" Draco asked quickly, pointing for them to go inside Draco's new room.

"Um, sure," Ron said unsure of what else to say.

Draco stepped into his room with Ron following him. Draco closed the door and then took a seat on his new bed while Ron stood near the door.

"Weasley, I want you to know those deatheaters had no clue I was there. They were focused on Hermione, that means we have to protect her at all cost," Draco informed him, and Ron nodded.

"This can't be good," Ron finally replied.

"I just wanted you to know that, ok? I just want Hermione to be protected. After all she has done for me; I just can't believe someone would kill people as nice as Hermione's parents. We need to keep an eye on her, just to make sure she will be ok after this kind of trauma," Draco said thoughtfully.

"You know what Malfoy, I am beginning to like you," Ron declared with a smile.

"Huh?" Draco uttered in confusion.

"You really care for Hermione; that makes you alright in my books. I think you might even love her by the way you act," Ron teased knowingly.

"But I thought you always had a thing for Hermione…" Draco said drifting off in another state of bafflement.

"So did everyone else we knew. No me and Hermione are close, but we know that things would not work between us. I slack too much for her- it drives Hermione nuts. But besides that, we tried to have a relationship, but it just didn't work. Treat her well Malfoy," Ron said before making his way for the door.

"Hey Weasley?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks…" and with that Draco and Ron became allies in the fight against evil.

Ron left Draco's room leaving him all alone. Draco pondered for a couple of minutes when he heard a little knock on his door. He got off his bed and walked over to his door to open it to see a fragile looking Hermione Granger staring back at him


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