Hermione woke up in Draco's bed, his arms wrapped around her protectively. For a moment, she questioned what happened, but then she remembered that yesterday morning, she had pushed him away and he hadn't tried to do anything since. She turned her head and looked at Draco. The corners of her mouth twitched up as she noticed how much he looks like a baby when he sleeps. She leaned into him and snuggled into his arms. This was the first time she ever felt completely safe and completely comfortable in somebody else's arms.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." She said into his ear.

Draco's eyes fluttered open as he yawned and stretched his arms up over his head. "Morning, sunshine." He mumbled.

A loud, familiar hoot startled Hermione, and she suddenly knew exactly what it was.

Her owl had found her. The fairly large brown owl with white specks all over her wings came flying into the tent carrying a sealed envelope in its beak.

"Well this is odd." Hermione remarked as she saw who sent the letter. "Hagrid sent this to me..."

She quickly broke the blood red Hogwarts seal on the back and cupped her hand over her mouth as she read the letter.

"What?" Draco asked. "What does it say?"

Hermione didn't respond, or even acknowledge him, so he snatched the letter from her hands and read the letter aloud. "Dear Hermione, it was not fun to have to send you this letter, but I had to let you know. I regret to inform you that Professor McGonagall was killed in the middle of the night last night, while she was sleeping. She went quickly, so she didn't feel much pain. As of right now, we don't want this to get out, so you'll probably be hearing around that she died in her sleep due to old age. If I know you, Hermione, I know you like to get into trouble. Stay safe. I'll be at the Weasley Burrow tonight to discuss some things with what's left of the Order. I hope to see you there. Rubeus Hagrid." Draco looked up at Hermione, who was crying silently. "I'm so sorry..."

He wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his shoulder.

"Hermione, we have to go." Draco said.

"What? Why?"

"It's already 1 in the afternoon. If we leave now, we should be at the Weasley's by 4 or 5."

"Okay." She rubbed her eyes, but more tears streamed down. She silently stood up. "Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"This is it. This is war, and it's your last chance to fight on the right side."