Draco.

Waking up the following morning, Draco instantly knew he wasn't alone in his bed. Underneath his outstretched arm was a curled up and sadly fully clothed Hermione Granger. They had fallen asleep beside each other when trying to plan what to do, where they would go and how they would escape. But they seemed to have fallen asleep before they came up with anything. It was frightening as every moment that passed, his father would become more and more impatient and would soon come chasing and Draco had no idea what to do.

Suddenly he felt Hermione's tender body stir next to him. A small smile spread across his face, she looked so sweet and peaceful when she was sleeping, like nothing can ever harm her. But as soon as she woke fully, his smile faded as he realised that in reality someone would be able hurt her, although Draco would do his best to make sure that didn't happen. His father would not touch her that he knew.

She rolled over to face him, her brown eyes barely open and she curved the corners of her mouth softly.

"Morning…" she breathed. She didn't seem shocked or the slightest bit confused at her being in bed next to him. Most probably because they were both fully clothed, but still it must have been strange. They still hadn't discussed the title of their relationship; however Draco assumed that they were a couple. They acted like it anyway.

"Morning…" he replied drowsily, pushing a ringlet of hair from her face casually. She then snuggled her face into his chest and sighed wearily,

"Got any plans?" she asked gently, breathing steadily although he could tell she was worried.

"Not really…" he mumbled, embarrassed. He was supposed to protect her; he should be the one to come up with something. He felt as though he had failed her, he was powerless and weak.

Hermione sat up slowly, allowing Draco's arm to fall onto her lap. He watched as she scraped her hair back in distress.

"Well then we fight…" she announced, her voice shaky. His eyes widened at her even suggesting such a thing and he too lifted himself into a sitting position.

"Fight? Are you serious?" He asked, "This isn't the war… Besides, you don't know what my father's capable of…"

She moved her gaze to his, looking utterly lost.

"Well, what do we do then? Wait until he shows while we're eating dinner?" She said sarcastically, her voice bitter.

Draco didn't like her tone. She was so infuriating, yet somehow he just couldn't be angry with her.

"Look… perhaps he's bluffing?" he wondered hopefully, although he knew this was unlikely and he instantly felt dumb for saying it.

His father had always been dead serious about every word that came out of his mouth. And although these changes may not be completely intended, he doubted that his father was joking around.

"Yeah and perhaps he's not?" Hermione retorted, her tone becoming more aggressive.

Draco didn't like where this was going. He had seen Hermione angry before and he didn't much enjoy it.

"Ok, so he might be serious" Draco sighed, trying to calm her raging mood, "but we can't figh-"

He stopped. An idea sprung to mind suddenly, why hadn't he considered it before? It would be risky because of his father's mysterious way in which to track them and not to mention demeaning, but Draco would do anything to make sure Hermione was safe.

"Draco, what is it?" she asked frantically, looking scared by his sudden silence.

"Or perhaps… we can"

Hermione.

"Harry and Ron?" Hermione said, mulling over the idea carefully. Draco had suggested that they pulled them into the situation to help capture and take down Lucius. And Harry and Ron were very skilled, professional Aurors. It would be easy for them to catch him and find out why he was acting so disgustingly.

However, Hermione hadn't seen either of them for months. She hadn't seen Ron since the awful day at Diagon Alley. She didn't like the idea of turning up and asking for his help after what she had done to him. What if he slammed the door in her face?

But Ron would definitely help her if she was in absolute danger, wouldn't he?

Hermione didn't have a better idea, so she concluded that it was a strong plan.

"Sounds like a good plan to me…" She nodded slowly. Draco's face lit up at his own thoughtfulness, which she rolled her eyes at. He loved feeling smarter than her.

"We better get going then!" She declared, jumping out of bed, not caring about the state of her crumpled clothes and scruffy hair. They didn't have much time. And they still needed to go to Ron's and Harry's, convince them to help and inform them of the plan.

"Right… err… Let's go!" Draco agreed hesitantly. She knew that Draco hated the idea of going to Harry and Ron for help, but he had no other options. She though it was extremely cute that he was willing to put his differences behind him and join forces with them for her sake.

"Who first?" She asked, biting her lip. Hermione knew both would be less than pleased to see her considering the circumstances.

"It doesn't matter, we just need to get a move on" He said, grabbing onto her arm, reading for a side along apparation as he had never been to the Burrow or Harry's house before.

"Right" Hermione nodded curtly, before their feet were lifted off the ground and the familiar swirling sensation happened.

They landed with a thump outside the Burrow. Hermione nearly falling over but Draco grabbed her waist softly to keep her upright. She took a deep breath, straightening her clothes although it was pointless as they already looked awful.

She was strangely very nervous. If Ron refused to help her, she would not only be at risk but it would confirm that he truly wasn't going to forgive her and their friendship was over.

As they strolled towards the Burrow, Draco halted suddenly.

"I think it's best if you talk to him alone, he might say no if he knows I'm involved" He murmured. Hermione knew this might be true. Ron had always held a firm grudge against Draco.

"Ok fine, you stay here" She agreed, letting go of his arm and continuing to pace towards the Burrow door.

Hermione tapped on the door roughly, her hand trembling slightly although she was unsure why.

To her astonishment, it was not Ron that answered; it wasn't any of the Weasleys. In fact, it was a half-naked, blonde and beautiful woman who gave her a very ugly look.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She spat.

Hermione was shocked.

"I could ask you the same question!"

A/N: Aha! Yep, didn't think I'd forget about Harry and Ron? Well they're making a comeback! Any ideas as to who the woman is? Hmmm?