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Chapter 15-

Draco looked around in confusion as his feet landed on the light gray carpeting. A twin bed with a light blue throw sat in front of him, a door behind. Hermione stood next to him, her hand still clasped in his. Draco looked down at her and back at the tiny room.

"Is this your house?" He asked, his first instinct was to wrinkle his nose at the small room with it's abundance of muggle things. Nothing posh was in there, just a blue arm chair, a desk in front of a window and a few bookshelves. He noticed out of the corner of his eye a bulletin board, muggle photos pinned half hazardly.

"This is home." She smiled as she ran her hand over the familiar sheets of her childhood bed.

"It's...very…" He stumbled for words. He searched his pureblood elitist brain for some sort of compliment.

"It's small, nothing like the manor. But it's mine." She grinned. She moved toward her tall bookshelf and pulled a black book out and handed it to him. He sat in the armchair as she sat on her comfortably tiny bed. She missed the smell of home, the fragrance of her mother's fabric softener on her comforter, her father's aftershave wafting from the bathroom.

Draco looked up at her suspiciously before he opened the small book. Hermione sat with her hands in her lap.

"Is this your family?" He asked as his gray eyes looked up at her. A ghost of sadness materialized on her face.

"They were my family." She answered and pulled a decorative pillow off the linen chest at the end of her bed. She began to play with the embroidered thread as he continued to flip through the pages.

"Why aren't there any pictures of you?" He asked and closed the precious album, letting it rest in his lap.

"I had to obliviate them. They...they weren't safe." She sucked in a breath, a single tear falling onto the pillow. Draco immediately got up from his seat and handed her the album. He sat down next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, her light brown waves mingling with his platinum locks.

"Draco?" Hermione mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Do...do you think Ron will ever forgive me?" Every part of Draco wanted to scream that Weasley didn't deserve to be her friend or anything else for that matter. He wanted to tell her she was above his measly forgiveness. But instead, he looked down at the young woman in his arms and sighed.

"I don't know Hermione, if he doesn't...then he's a fool." He muttered and kissed the top of her head. Hermione smiled and snuggled closer to Draco.

After a few minutes of rifling through her house for supplies, Hermione found herself in the family room. She quickly glanced at the photos of her parents void of herself and sighed. She grabbed a notepad and pen from nearby table and began jotting down her supply list. Draco had ventured upstairs to the bathroom to find some other necessities. Were they going to run again? Hermione wasn't sure anymore. She didn't have a home anymore, her school was practically rubble and friends...well that was definitely questionable. The only one that could possibly understand any of it would have been Luna but there was no way she could go to her, her own home had been destroyed after her father had betrayed Harry to the death eaters.

Hermione walked to the kitchen, her head down as she examined her list, making sure to check it a few times.

"Ms. Granger?" Hermione jumped at the sound of her name. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt and what appeared to be three aurors that Hermione had never met before. One was a older woman with a plain face but shocking white hair. She was clad in black robes, her hair high up on her head in a bun. She slightly reminded Hermione of McGonagall. The other two were men, both well built and in black robes but one was fully bearded while the other had not a hair on his face or head. Hermione quickly pulled the pad behind her back and hoped that they hadn't noticed. She prayed that Draco wouldn't come down at that point.

"King...Kingsley?" Hermione stammered as the proud wizard took a step toward her.

"We were told that you were being held hostage by Draco Malfoy?" Kingsley questioned, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked at her closely.

"Who told you that?" Hermione's words rushed out, her face turning red.

"Ronald Weasley…" Kingsley began to reply as he placed a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione looked at his hand cautiously noticing something unusual under his sleeve. She could only hope that Draco could hear her and would keep as quiet as possible.

"He said that you have been under the Imperius curse…" Kingsley began to say. Suddenly a feeling of coldness swept through the room. Hermione blinked a few times. Kingsley's grip tightened.

"Please...let me go…" Hermione could feel herself panic as the new minister held fast to her while the three auror's slowly surrounded her. The chill was now more noticeable. She quickly turned her head realizing the coldness was coming from upstairs. DRACO! Hermione looked down at her feet.

"Kingsley, may I tell you something?" Hermione looked at the minister carefully.

"Yes Miss Granger?" Kingsley asked as he slightly slackened his grip.

"STUPEFY!" Hermione yelled, sending her old friend back into the cupboards. She silently used an impediment jinx on all three aurors with a large wave of her hand as she fled the scene.

She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, hopping steps. There in her upstairs hallway floated two dementors, their hulking black bodies casting shadows on her walls. Her breath began to come out in white puffs as she saw Draco lying on the floor, the two dementors already consuming his soul in their dark kiss. Hermione could feel the tears spring to her eyes as she pointed her wand at the two monstrous beings.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" She screamed as her silvery blue otter patronus swam out of the tip of her wand. She held fast to the wall as her patronus cast the dementors back and down the stairs out of her home. She let the tears spill on her face as she raced to Draco's defeated body on the bathroom floor.

CRACK!

Hermione knew without having to look that it was Harry and Ron.

"HERMIONE! Stay away from him!" Ron said as he began to rush toward her kneeling body. She turned her head quickly at him, her features dark and deadly.

"Stay away from me Ron!" Hermione's voice was deep and serious as she eyed her former boyfriend. Harry knew better and kept a safe distance.

"Draco? Draco...are you okay?" Hermione asked as she turned her attention to the blonde lying on the floor. She placed her trembling hands on either side of his icy cold face. His gray eyes seemed vacant as if he weren't there. Hermione was panicked. Had she been too late?

"Please...please say something?" Tears poured out of her eyes as she placed her face against his. Ron and Harry watched Hermione as she gently rubbed the slytherin's forehead and glided her fingers through his platinum hair. Ron and Harry exchanged looks as they continued to look at their friend.

"Wake up." Hermione pleaded, her body tightening with anguish. Suddenly Draco's eyes began to blink. He stared up into her amber eyes. Hermione's mouth trembled as she smiled seeing him come to.

"Draco?" She muttered. Draco gently reached up and placed a cool hand on her warm cheek, tears falling onto his pale fingers. He slightly grinned up at her, a tear streaking down his own face.

"I think we're even now." He slightly chuckled. Hermione laughed quietly in response. Ignoring her two friends Hermione finally closed the gap between herself and her once hated enemy, pressing her mouth against his. An audible gasp came from both Harry and Ron as the gryffindor and slytherin embraced, their lips finally meeting. Draco could feel his heart flutter wildly, hers pounding just as fiercely as her chest pressed against his. Draco didn't care that her ex and her best friend were witnessing their heated kiss. It had been building over the time that had spent together. Draco pushed his fingers into her sunkissed waves as he pressed his lips harder against hers, the softness of them made his head swim. He couldn't possibly imagine the bliss that he felt in that very moment, even with the audience he had. Hermione kissed him back just as passionately, salty tears slightly mingling in their kiss. It was like they were always meant to be like that. Any feelings of hatred were ghosts in the past as the strength of those feelings now morphed into the intensity of that moment. The two broke apart, both smiling so wide that their cheeks hurt.

"Hermione?" It was Ron's voice cutting through the hazy mist of the kiss. Hermione didn't want the moment to be interrupted. She slowly turned to see tears spilling down the red head's face. Hermione felt horrible. She didn't want to hurt him but after possibly losing Draco she couldn't hold her emotions back any further. Draco began to stand up as Hermione stood and walked toward her ex. Ron defensively stepped back from her.

"Ron...I never wanted to hurt you…" Hermione began to say as she walked toward her friend. Suddenly Ron had his wand out toward her. Harry looked at his friend in alarm as he pointed his weapon toward the girl he once loved.

"Ron...what are you doing?!" Harry yelled. Ron ignored him as he continued to angle his wand at Hermione. Hermione raised her hands up and blocked Draco with her body.

"Ron...drop your wand…" Hermione whispered, choking back her tears. Ron held fast to his wand, tears still spilling down his freckled cheeks.

"Move Hermione." He ground out.

"No Ron...you won't hurt him…" Hermione began to say.

"You and Draco need to move." Ron said. He was now looking over their heads. Hermione was confused but quickly grabbed Draco's hand as the two pushed toward Ron and Harry.