Hermione watched in disgust as the officials gazed silently upon the latest additions to Draco's file. They had been sitting in her office for what seemed like forever and frankly, Hermione was getting sick of it. They had no right to be going through those things. Finally the offical looked up, straightening his glasses and giving a fake cough. Hermione glared at them.

"Well, see anything you like?" The official looked slightly surprised then regained his composure.

"I... well, when was the last time Mr. Malfoy came in?"

"Two day's ago. I told you. I haven't seen him since he was released," Hermione said, tired of the questions.

"When does he come in?"

"Right now." Everyone turned to see Draco's intimidating form leaning on the doorway. He was extremely pale and sweat was forming on his face. Hermione frowned. She could tell it was taking all his might not to fall right now. He didn't want the Ministry to know anything furthur about his condition than they already did. He was struggling and Hermione could see that he couldn't hold up for much longer. She stood, snatching the file from the man.

"Thank you for coming. I'll be sure to inform you on any new ocurrances, now if you'll excuse me." She showed them out the door, slamming it behind her once they were gone. Draco dropped into a chair, taking in deep breaths. Hermione kneeled down beside him, frowning.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" she asked, watching him carefully. He smiled.

"I was busy..." She frowned.

"Draco, this isn't funny. Something could have happened to you and I wouldn't have been able to do something!"

"I'm a father..."

"You could have gone into a coma and... what?" Hermione paused, just realizing what he had said. He turned to her, his grey eyes piercing her brown ones.

"Tori's pregnant..." Silence reigned over the small office, Hermione completely at a loss of words. Draco was going to be a father... She could feel her heart rip. If Draco died, a child wouldn't have a father... Hermione closed her eyes, battling with herself. The events of the past few weeks running through her mind. In the past few weeks she had befriended an enemy, betrayed and probably ruined a very close friendship, demolished any chance of love between her and Ron, gone against every single moral in aiding the Ministry and now... she was about to jeprodize everything...

"Draco," she whispered.

"What?" was the faint reply. She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes.

"We have to leave..." He frowned.

"What?" She stood, crossing to her desk, grabbing her bag and stuffing Draco's file in it. She started packing several objects in it as she spoke, wiping angry tears away.

"I'm going to save you..." Draco's face dawned with realization and the enormity of the risk Hermione was taking surrounded him. He stood.

"Hermione no! You can't do this!" She whirled around, angry.

"This isn't your choice anymore! It's mine!" He tried to reason with her.

"Think about your job... your career!" She continued to pack, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"I've lost too many patients to that curse... I've seen to many families destroyed." She turned to face him. "I'm not going to let that happen again." She grabbed her bag and started for the door, taking his hand as well. He stopped her, a new thought entering his mind.

"What about Weasley and Potter?" She froze as reality struck her in the gut. She turned to him, biting her lip.

"Wait here."

"Harry! Ron!"

"Hermione?" She whirled around to see Ron standing there. She gulped, knowing that a fight would come.

"Where's Harry?"

"He's working, why? What's wrong?" he asked, taking in her distraught expression. She looked up at him, her mind made up.

"I'm leaving..." Ron was about to ask what it meant, then he shut his mouth. Hermione could see it in his eyes. He knew. He shook his head.

"Hermione no... Hermione-"

"I'm going Ron. There's nothing you can do to stop that." She could see the pain in his eyes as he tried to plea with her.

"You can't do this. This is Malfoy we're talking about. Is he worth all of this?" She could feel the tears coming again.

"Draco's not the man you think he is!"

"You always tell me that 'Mione, but you never back it up! What has he done that you're willing to do this?!" She shook her head.

"I have to go..."

"Hermione, please!"

"No! I have to do this..." she yelled back. Hermione could feel the tears running down her face. She bit her lip then hugged him, ignoring his sligh jerk to be free. They held each other for a moment then she pulled away, looking up at him.

"Tell Harry good bye," she whispered as she headed for the door. He stood there watching her leave.

"What about me? Don't I get a good bye?" Ron asked sadly. She turned to face him, words evading her. They just stared at each other then Hermione turned, shaking her head as she opened the door.

"Don't come after me..."

"Hermione..." he begged. She closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sound of his voice. It was only met with the ripping of her heart as he grabbed her, pulling her to him. Their lips almost met when she stopped him, both frozen in the embrace.

"Don't," she murmured, ignoring the feeling of being in his arms. "Please don't..." He looked into her eyes, and to her dismay, she saw pain. The pain she was causing him.

"Hermione," he pleaded, holding onto her. She closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"No..." she whispered, pulling herself out of his grip. She walked over to the door and turned around, gazing sadly at him. He just stood there, helpless. She turned back to the door.

"Don't come after me, Ron... Please don't..."

A/N: I know it's really short, but I promise you I'll try to do a long one next time. I'm just a little busy and thanks to coconut girl, I had just enough time to give you all a little chapter.

ronandmion4ever: Yes, well, Draco wouldn't be draco if he wasn't mean to someone. We all know he loves her anyway.

Wesker888: With all those heart attacks you claim I've been giving you, I'm surprised you haven't just keeled over. I'll thank God for your very long life and very gracious come backs. Let's just hope He graces me with a nother reveiw from you.

Quidditchplayersdoitbest: Thank you! I try my best!

Coconut Girl: Here you go. As for the Tori having more balls, I'm not exactly sure about that. I mean, facing deatheaters like Gabrielle did isn't the same as standing up to Draco Malfoy. He's like the ultimate deatheater. I'd be pissing in my pants if I had to stand up to him, knowing that he could do worse things to me than just kill me. He's a very scary character. Plus, she's younger than him, a muggle, scared as hell, and isolated from everyone. He's the only contact she has besides the men he sends over to give her the neccesities. She scared of him. She's seen what he's capable of and knows he wouldn't think twice about cursing her. She's not wimpy, just extremley smart.

No Chapter Tease. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do for the next chapter.