A/N- I'm sorry! I know it's been like two months but do not fret I am alive and highly aware that I need to finish this story sometime in this century. And no I was not having a writer's block, I have just been very busy but here is the next chapter for the very close to ending, About Last Night, my guess is there will be either two or three more chapters after this. To make up for the long wait I think this might be one of the longest chapters yet? Anyways, I hope it satisfied your long await!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not in my ownership.

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Hermione stood by the entrance of Hogwarts castle. Ticket in hand, she awaited Draco. Her excitement was building up by the minute and she kept checking the clock. He was ten minutes late to when he said he would be here. Then again it probably just felt longer to her because she got there early. If your not fifteen minutes early, you're late. She repeated her mother's words in her head.

The past couple of days had gone by pretty fast. Hours were filled up with schoolwork, Draco, and a few minutes were occupied here and there with the company of Harry. She had only chatted with Ron a few times, and most of them were fights. She sighed, remembering some of the things he said, and clucked her tongue. Why does he have to be so difficult? She groaned to herself.

Hermione turned around as she heard footsteps approaching her, hope rising in her chest. She exhaled a breath as she saw it was just a student. She watched as they stared at her until they lost sight behind a corridor. Hermione frowned.

"Sorry I'm late," Hermione jumped at the sound of Draco's voice and whipped around. A smile spread on her face and she waved him off.

"It's fine," they pecked each other on the lips and he put out his hand.

"Ready?" She nodded and took it.

"Very, now let's go." He chuckled at her and they left out the doors. They walked hand in hand down the pathway. "So," Hermione looked at him. "How are we getting there?"

"A flying carriage," Hermione raised her eyebrows. "It's no problem," he laughed, shaking his head. "Really," he winked at her. They finished walking the path down from the castle and Hermione looked at the gates. She saw a black, no surprise, carriage waiting on the other side of it.

"How long will it take to get there?"

"An hour," the gate opened for them and Hermione held back a smirk. She was so glad to be getting out of the castle, she was afraid she was going to get cabin fever if she stayed there any longer. The door swung out for them and Draco helped her in. He slid in next to her and she watched the door shut. The carriage began to drive itself and within seconds it was off of the ground. Hermione looked out the window and looked down at the water.

"It's beautiful," she whispered as her eyes roamed the castle grounds. She never had quite a view like this before. Draco took the ticket from her and stuffed it in his coat pocket. "Thank you for taking me," she looked at him.

"Well I was thinking about taking Potter but seeing though-" Hermione laughed and lightly shoved his shoulder.

"That's cute," she smirked.

"You're cute," she blushed but she didn't look away.

"This is our first outing together."

"I know," Draco twirled one of her curls that were tied up in a ponytail.

"Draco," Hermione said.

"Hmm?" He asked, finding her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" She watched as he squinted at her in confusion. "About your parent's I mean." He dropped his hand and looked out his side of the window.

"I don't know," he mumbled. That was a good question, what was he going to do? "They abandoned me," he looked at her and a shiver ran up her spine. "What should I do?" Hermione bit her lip, thinking.

"You also turned down the Dark Lord," she frowned. "There has got to be punishment for that."

"I don't want to talk about this right now." He looked back out the window.

"I know but we have to face this some time."

"You don't have to face anything, Hermione." He said.

"We are in this together," Hermione said, slightly hurt. "Draco, we need to talk about your safety." Draco looked at her suddenly and she held her breath.

"I know!" He took slow breaths to calm himself down. "I know, but can we just discuss this later. This is supposed to be an enjoyable day. I don't want to have to think about Voldemort," Hermione cringed, "the Death Eaters, my parents, any of it, okay?" Hermione looked down at her lap and nodded her head slowly. "I said okay? I want to hear you say it."

"Okay," she whispered, meeting his light eyes, but ever so dark. "Fine," she shut her mouth.

"Good," he watched her head go back down and he reached out and tilted her chin up. "Now, we are going to have a good time tonight, do you got that?" Hermione let a small smile play on her lips.

"Okay," he leaned in and pecked her lips. He smiled and dropped his hand from her chin. Hermione studied his chiseled features. "What's your New Years resolution?" She inquired. Draco stared at her and she could tell he was thinking.

"I'm not sure, I'll get back to you." He told her. "What about you?" Hermione pursed her lips.

"Not to keep so many secrets." She nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, that's probably it."

"Some secrets you have to keep to keep people safe." Hermione studied his face.

"I know that, but some secrets shouldn't be kept for so long." Draco raised his eyebrows. "Which might hurt people too."

"Many valid points." He noted. Hermione nodded,

"Yes," Draco sighed and leaned back into the leather seat.

"I guess it all just depends on the secret and who's keeping it."

"Don't you mean whose telling it?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and Draco looked at her. Hermione leaned back into Draco and rested her head on his chest. Draco put an arm around her. "What do you think would have happened if you never saw me that night?" Draco looked down at her. "Do you think we would be here?"

"It doesn't matter," he stated, watching out the window again as they flew past clouds. "We're here now and that's all that matters." He could tell she was considering this.

"Hmm," she lulled her head to the side so she could get a better view of him. "I guess you're right." Draco smirked at her.

"I usually am," she smiled and turned her head so she could look out her window. As time went by, and they both kept quiet, her eyes slowly drifted shut, and she fell asleep, in her boyfriend's arms in a flying carriage.

Hermione felt herself being moved, and she quickly woke up as she was being pushed up. Draco had straightened up in his seat and woken her up. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, they were traveling on the ground. "Where are we?" She asked.

"We are almost here," he leaned next to her to look out her window with her.

"I fell asleep?" She asked. Draco nodded.

"I dozed off too," she felt his breath tickle her cheek.

They watched as the carriage slowed down and they noticed more and more crowds of people walking in the direction they were heading. Hermione felt her excitement building up again as they got closer.

Once the carriage stopped the doors on each side swung open. Hermione looked back at Draco and he smirked at her. She looked back outside and took her first careful step into the snow, her boot crunching down on it. She heard Draco's door slam and in seconds he was on her side sticking his hand out to her. She smiled at him and gave him her hand and helped her the rest of the way out. They watched as the carriage took off again and Hermione gave Draco a worried glance. "Don't worry, it will be back here later." They walked hand in hand to the medium size looking tent. Hermione watched the witches and wizards around her performing magic and she smiled. It felt good to be out.

As they got closer to the entrance, Draco took out their tickets in hand, ready to give them over. They got to the front with a lady behind a glass and she smiled at Draco. "Tickets?" The bobbled headed blonde said. Draco gave his infamous smirk and slid them through the glass opening. "You can go in now." She gave Hermione an unpleasant look. Hermione instantly gripped Draco's hand tighter and followed him in.

Hermione felt her jaw drop. Magic was amazing. The tent inside was at least five times the size one of them looked. Her eyes scanned the room, taking everything in. There were magical games and sports being played. There were interesting looking creatures she had never seen before, but only read about. She looked over at Draco who was smirking at her. "Amazing isn't it?" He said.

"It is," Hermione shook her head slowly. "I don't even know what to do first."

"Come on," Draco led her threw the crowd and she followed behind. She took note of the girls who checked Draco out and then threw her a disgusted look. Even though she knew that this had nothing to do with Muggle-borns and Purebloods she felt like she was back at school. Apparently everywhere her and Draco did not fit together. She frowned.

Draco led them over to a section in the tent and Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanna go in?" She asked. Draco nodded and they got in line to go in the Tunnel of Love. "Muggles have rides like these." She told him.

"Yeah?" He asked. Hermione looked over at the ride. It was quite different though. Instead of a swan to sit in, there was an owl. An instead of it being rid on water it was floating in the air. She bit her bottom lip, containing her excitement. She had never been on one before, in the Muggle world or wizarding world.

Draco clutched her hand as he helped her in the owl and sat down next to her. She got closer to him and he put a hand on the small of her back. As the owl jerked forward, Hermione could see light from the tunnel of all different colors. But that was as much as she ever saw from that ride as Draco's lips were immediately on hers and she closed her eyes.

Draco and Hermione climbed out of the owl and Hermione patted down her hair. Draco chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, watching her. "You know," Hermione looked up at him. "All of the girls that are looking at you and giving me dirty looks?"

"I haven't noticed any, I'm too busy staring at you." Hermione blushed and then she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh yeah?" She shook her head. "Then what about that ticket lady. You know she was totally checking you out." Hermione folded her arms.

"What her?" He laughed. "She has got nothing on you." Hermione sighed. "Don't pay attention to people. You have to learn to ignore them." Hermione looked back at the crowd and her eyes caught on to a game.

"Can we do this?" She took his arm and pulled him over to a shooting range. But this wasn't for guns; it was for wands.

"Oh hell yes," Draco whipped out his wand and turned to the person behind the counter.

"Rules are if you win you get a prize and you don't have to pay for playing." He gave Hermione a smile, which she noted he only had about half his teeth. Nice, she sighed.

"Alright," he turned to Hermione. "You want to go first?" She told him he could.

"Ready?" Draco nodded. "Just shoot the targets that come out at you." The man put his hand under the counter and flicked a switch. Slowly, the first target came out, which was a creature found in the wizarding world.

"Stupefy!" Draco exclaimed as he shot out his wand in front of him and a beam hit the target, knocking it over. This went on for nine more times, and they came at him faster. He hit everyone.

"Winner!" The man behind the counter yelled out to the crowd and walked over to them. "Now what prize do you want?" He eyed Hermione. "Something for the Misses?" Draco nodded and the man smiled, bending over and pulling out a medium sized teddy bear. Hermione smiled and took it.

"I love it," she told Draco.

"You want to go now?" He indicated at the game. Hermione shook her head.

"No, this is fine." She smiled. Draco rubbed the back of her neck and he gave the man a head nod as they walked away from him.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked her. Hermione looked around.

"Hmm," she looked over at the food they were selling not too far from them. "How about some food?"

"Okay," he led them over to the food cart and bought them some candy.

"Thank you," Hermione said, before stuffing the food in her mouth. Draco nodded.

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione and Draco turned around to see a man heading over to them. "How long has it been? Wow, have you grown!"

"Hi Jim," Draco stuck out his hand and shook it with the older man in front of him.

"Where's the family?" Draco shrugged.

"I'm here with my girlfriend," Jim eyed Hermione.

"Ah yes I see… hmm I know you!" He pointed a finger at her and shook it. "You are friends with that Potter boy."

"Hermione," she corrected him.

"Ah right," he focused his attention back on Draco like she was not even there. "Well tell your folks I say hello. And it was so good to see you!"

"You too Jim," they shook hands again and he gave Hermione one last uncertain look before heading off and disappearing into the crowd, pretty fast if somebody asked her. "Sorry about that." Draco said to her.

"It's fine," she looked down at the food in her hand.

"Come on, let's go have some fun," Draco put a protective arm around her and led them back into the crowd.

It was getting closer to midnight. There was a big clock in the middle of the tent that was counting down to the next year. Hermione tapped her foot, almost impatiently, waiting for the year to change. Yet again, it was another year filled with surprises, joy, and sadness all thrown at her unexpectedly. She hoped the New Year would be different, less hectic. But she knew that was impossible.

Draco eyed Hermione from his side. Her palm was sweaty in his, why was she so nervous? He watched her bite her lip and avert her eyes to the crowd and back up to the clock. He was not anxious for the New Year; he wanted to stay frozen in time right there. That night was so far going perfectly and he did not want to change that. He hoped in the next two minutes it would continue that way. He felt his hands become sweaty.

Finally, it was one minute to midnight. Hermione looked up at Draco anxiously. He was already staring at her. They smiled at each other. "Are you going to be my New Years kiss?" She teased him. Draco pretended to ponder the question and she lightly slapped his arm.

"I wouldn't dream of anyone else." He turned towards her and they drew closer to each other, staring into each other's eyes. They waited for the countdown to begin.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!" Hermione and Draco did not join in. "Seven!"

"Thank you," Draco whispered to her, and she knew why he was thanking her, for changing him.

"Six!" Hermione smirked, trying to hold herself back for a few more seconds. "Five!" And as they listened to the rest of the countdown, the crowd and the noise and the lights faded into blackness as if they were the only two people in the entire world as they kissed each other at midnight, at the New Year.

As they pulled back, smiling, Hermione did not bother trying to hide the blush on her face. She jumped a bit in his arms as booms went off outside. "Those must be the fireworks," Hermione said, looking up as if she could see them inside. Draco listened closely and looked over at the entrance to the tent. "We can go watch outs-"

"Hermione," Draco squinted into the crowd. People began to swarm around them and he watched as people in black robes and masked faces rushed into the crowd. He grabbed Hermione's wrist and spun her around. "Shit!" He pulled her through the crowd and shoved past people despite her protests.

"Draco!" She yelped as she tripped over someone's feet, he quickly caught her and went back on their way. "What's going on?" She began to panic, realizing they weren't the only one's running. Draco looked back behind them with a worried expression. Hermione followed his gaze and tried to see what had everybody in a panic. When she finally found the culprits, her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Draco, is that?" She called to him.

"Yeah," he pulled her over to the side of a wall and pressed her into it and smacked his lips down on hers. She whimpered at the sudden aggression on his part. His hands rested on her hips and her shirt rose to her belly button. He buried his face in hers and opened his right eye and peeked over to the side. He watched as two Death Eaters hurried past them. Draco pulled away from Hermione and looked over at his flustered girlfriend.

"I don't think now is the right time." She said. Draco shook his head and grabbed her wrist again, pulling her back into the mass crowd. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain to you later!" He told her. Hermione flinched as screams went off like light switches from every end of the tent. She grabbed Draco's arm with her free hand, trying to keep up with him. Her bear tucked under her arm.

"The back exit, Draco!" She yelled to him over the loud noises. Draco scanned the back of the tent as his eyes lit up seeing an opening.

"Come on!" He pulled her through the crowd. "Move!" He knocked into someone, as he tried squeezing them through a tight bunch of people. He heard Hermione's all too familiar groan and he glanced behind his shoulder to see a Death Eater reaching out to her. Draco pulled out his wand and in one swift motion the Death Eater flew back into the crowd. "Let's go," he held the tent slit open for her and she ducked out. He followed behind her. "Let's get to the carriage." He found her hand again and they ran around the tent. Hermione looked up into the sky as she saw flashes here and there of assorted color, but it was not fireworks. It was war showing its colors.

"Ow!" The next thing she knew she was air borne and immediately dropped on her back, rolling on the ground. Her heart pounded and her head ached.

"No!" She looked up to see Draco fend off another Death Eater. "Hermione!" He ran to her.

"I'm fine," she moaned, trying to show she was capable of herself and that she was strong. She pushed herself up from the ground and he held onto her arm.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes," No, Hermione said. She looked down to see her teddy bear half blown up, that's what the spell hit. "Draco," she frowned, reaching for it but quickly pulling her hand away as it was still hot.

"It's okay," he told her. "Are you sure you are okay though?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, staring at her bear.

"Alright," Draco said uneasily, "come on." He led her to the main entrance of the tent as she brushed the snow off from herself. "There's the carriage," luckily no Death Eaters were surrounding it. They ran to the carriage and jumped in. The door slammed shut.

"Where are we-" Hermione jerked forward, grabbing the door handle so she would not fall of the seat.

"What the hell?" The carriage went full force forward, building momentum to lift from the ground. Draco shook the door handle but it did not budge.

"What's it doing?" Hermione panicked.

"I don't know," they watched as the carriage picked itself from off the ground and disappeared into the clouds, missing beams of spells aiming for it only by inches.

"Where are we going?" Hermione watched Draco take out his wand and utter a spell. He slowly looked at her.

"Someone put a spell on it."

"Well can't you-" Draco shook his head.

"It's blocking all other magic." Hermione moaned and leaned back against the seat.

"How did they find us?"

"Jim must have informed my parents. That's the only way." Hermione averted her eyes away from Draco. "Traitor," she heard him mumble.

They sat in silence, watching out the window as it flew them to an unknown destination.

Hermione opened the door to her house as she watched her daughter run up the pathway to her. "Mommy!" Hermione bent down and opened her arms as her daughter flew into hers. She kissed her blonde curly hair. "How was school?" She asked, putting her daughter back down.

"It was boring! Mommy when can I go to the magic school?" Her daughter pouted. Hermione put a finger to her daughter's puffed out lip and smiled.

"In three years," she said, taking her hand and leading her into the house.

"That's where you met daddy!"

"Yes," Hermione drew in a shaky breath. "That's where I met daddy." She whispered.

"Tell me a story about daddy." The curly blond jumped up and down.

"Oh not right now honey," Hermione shook her head.

"Does it make you sad to talk about daddy?" Her daughter frowned.

"Yes it does," she quickly wiped away a tear before her daughter caught it.

"Tell me what happened to daddy," Hermione sighed.

"Daddy was a wanted man and some very bad people wanted him."

"And they got him?"

"They got him," Hermione said.

"Hermione, wake up." Draco shook her arm. Hermione's eyes popped open and she looked over at Draco who was staring at her. She watched him. "We've got a problem." He frowned. Hermione did not respond, They got him. "What's wrong?" He asked her.

"Nothing," she leaned away from the glass that she was resting her head on. "What's the problem?" She shook herself off.

"I know where were going."

"Where?"

"My house," Draco said, looking back out the window. "I'm home." The carriage took a plunge down and Hermione grabbed on to Draco's arm.

"Draco!"

"Don't panic," he instructed her, but it was too late. She was at the edge of a cliff and she felt herself falling off. The carriage hit the ground with a thud and they both held onto each other. It stopped outside the front door and the door to the carriage flung open.

"I'm not getting out," Hermione looked at the front door to his house.

"I don't think we have a choice," Draco said right before they both got tossed out onto the pavement.

"Oww," Hermione whimpered.

"Fuck," Draco spat, he looked behind him as the carriage door shut closed but it didn't move. Hermione got up and ran over to the door and tried to open it.

"It won't open," Draco got up behind her.

"Come on," he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to the house.

"Draco,"

"Don't worry," he whispered in her ear, "I've got you." She gave him a nervous glance before they both headed up the stairs and into the house. Hermione took in her surroundings; the place was enormous and dark. She felt her jaw open slightly. This made her house look like a dump. "Hello?" He called out. No answer.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Hermione said, flinching at the sound of his voice as it echoed through the eerily quiet house.

"This way," he led her down a hallway; the lights flickered on as they made their way down. Hermione peeked into rooms as they went, but a lot of the doors were closed. She stopped walking and faced one door. She looked back at Draco, who hadn't noticed she stopped walking. She leaned into the door to listen. There were noises, but not voices. She lowered her eyes. "Don't," she jumped, startled, as Draco was beside her.

"What's back there?" She whispered.

"You don't want to know." Hermione saw a flash in Draco's eyes. "Come on," he nodded in the direction they needed to go in and she followed, giving the door one last glance.

They walked the hallways of his house, her legs growing tired. Hermione felt that they had gone down the same hallway at least ten times. She looked past Draco, at a room on the left that was lit up. As they got closer to the room, she slowed her pace. Draco motioned for her to stop right before she passed the glass doors. He opened the doors to the room and went in. "Mom," she heard him say.

"Draco," Hermione heard his mom say.

"Why'd you bring me here?"

"To warn you. I can't let anything happen to you Draco."

"About what?"

"They are coming for you."

"I already told them no,"

"And that's not an answer for them!"

"I can handle it." He lied.

"The world is coming at you fast. And it's not waiting for you to be ready." His mom said, and it echoed in Hermione's ears.

"Mom,"

"Your father is trying to understand your choices."

"She's here mom."

"What?"

"Hermione, come in here," Hermione gulped.

"You brought her in here!" Hermione stepped into the lighted room and she felt herself squinting at the light. She reached for Draco's hand and she felt him take it, and it felt warm and comforting. She looked at Narcissa.

"There is no one else in this world that is better for me than Hermione. I love her mom, and you have to accept it."

"Well I won't!" She said from behind her desk, circling around it. "She's a Mudblood!"

"It's just a word, and that's all." He looked down at her. "I've learned that."

"She's the one that changed you." Narcissa looked over at Hermione, and they kept eye contact. "My son may die because of you."

"And you may die because of your husband." Hermione said. She watched Narcissa's lip twitch and she looked back over at Draco.

"Every side is doomed." Draco said.

"Well I'm warning you, they are coming for you at full force."

"Let them." Narcissa looked out the window.

"They're coming." She looked back over at her son. "Go! Now!" Draco tightened his grip on Hermione's hand. "Hurry!"

"Goodbye mom," he said before pulling Hermione out of the room. They ran down the hallways and the lights went out behind them and they made their way out the front door and into the carriage. "Hogwarts!" Draco instructed it. The door slammed shut and it jerked forward before lifting off the ground. Hermione looked over at Draco.

"What now?" She asked. He said nothing.

A/N- My apologies again! Just don't be expecting an update in like three days, haha how I usually would do it. These chapters are getting a lot more complicated and informational so it takes some time to write it all out. I will try my best to get it up as soon as I can but I'm not trying to rush to finish it since it's almost over. Your reviews really did help by the way! Every time I would get one I was like, crap I need to sit my ass down and finish it, always looking out for the readers!

Anyways, please review, and don't hate me too much!

Brittany