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Filch had a sick look on his face, as he pulled them apart and up to standing position, there was no better cure to being harder than a rock. Being caught Filch was like having someone shove several hundred pounds in your pants. You’d almost think your cock would never work again. And that was how he and Hermione had gotten three weeks of detention. During the first week, they cleaned all the bathrooms, by hand no magic, Hermione did most of the work. They cleaned the trophy room, they stables behind Hagrid’s hut. Hagrid’s hut had been by far the best detention Draco had ever had, he didn’t care so much about the stables it was the fact that he could see the sky, could feel the cold wind nip his cheeks. He could finally be free, even if only for two hours. For the next two weeks they were stuck doing choirs and such for the other teachers. It was boring but secret smiles were shared and moment of short passion would be shared in broom closets, in old empty hallways, behind the suites of armor and even once in the head girls suite, the winter holidays passed very quickly and the two spent there free time studying in the heads common room.

Christmas, was a depressing sight this year, kids with out parents were huddled in corner trying to remember what it had been like when they had them, the Weasley’s been huddled in a corner remembering Gred Forge. Hermione was depressed just like the others, she had taken to walking around the castle by herself remember, her mothers Christmas goose, and standing around the piano singing off cue, oh how many wonderful years had she spent with them? It was hard, she had been doing so well, she just couldn’t hold it in anymore, stopping in what she assumed as an empty corridor Hermione broke down, she slid down the wall her tears falling in large drops down her face, she finally let out all the pain she had used to focus her studies, she had finally let it all take over and for the first time since she had relieved the letters she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. If felt good to cry, to miss them, to think about them. It felt good to deal with this now when she was alone. She had to be strong for so many people that he was amazing that she could do it all on her own.

The words penetrated her thoughts and she looked up to see Malfoy, sniffling and wiping her nose on her sleeve she said in a soft voice

“What”

“You had to be strong for so many people that he was amazing that she could do it all on her own.” So maybe it wasn’t her thought it was his but had still felt like something she would think. Sliding down the wall beside her he throw and arm over her shoulder

“Here here, your still living, your stronger than you ever will be and on that one you can thank your parents, they may not be with you anymore, but they are coaxing you to be a stronger person that you ever wore, since there death your grades have soared you’ve become a women and its kind of scary actually” she smiled if a little reluctantly it was kind of funny, that everyone seamed scared of her inner power, that one that her parents death had caused her to channel. After that day Hermione began to lean on Malfoy for more than she ever had, she began to rely on him for small bits of comfort when she needed them. He had some how become something she needed. It seamed as if they were in there very own world, Harry and Ron were sensing changes in her but had yet to question her as of yet, they almost seamed distant. She shrugged her shoulders laying her head on Draco’s shoulder.


It had happened to two days ago, she liked to refer to it has her second awakening, her parent’s death having been her first. she was sitting on the couch with Draco’s arms around her, he was kissing her neck and whispering naughty things in her ear “God you taste so good” “Want you” “Your mine”

It had been the last thing he had said before she jumped away as if burned.

“what? Do you mean that?”

She was shocked at his admission; did she have any say in this? Did she want any say in this? Closing her eyes she took a deep breath only to open them to see him standing right in front of her.

“Which part? Yes, you taste delicious” a sexy little smirk found its way to his lips as he walked around he and wrapped his arms around her waist whispering in her ear.

“Yes I want you to be mine”

It had been her undoing, never had any one expressed that they wanted her to be there’s. Ron had hinted at it but nothing more, Hermione turned in his arms and plastered her self to his body, her lips covering his.

“Make me yours”

at first he started out slow running his hands down her back kissing her softly, he knew she was knew at this, she had mentioned it to him a week before when she was ranting about being viewed a prude. By the time he was done with her she would noting short of a red-hot sex kitten. She had gasped in to his throat as he had moved his hands down her back to slide along her bum, the heat was back, ten times worse than it ever was. His hands were scorching her. Her breath on his neck was making him hard and Draco pulled Hermione closer. She could feel him throbbing against her belly and it made her give a secret smile. She did that to him. Soon she as running on instinct her hands were brushing along his back as her lips had attached themselves to his neck. He was moaning now at the feeling, she was obviously trying to leave a mark and he really just didn’t care anymore. His hands slid down the back of her thighs and pushed her skirt up, he stopped and spun her around pulling up her skirt and letting out a hiss of pleasure, he’d heard the girls in the Slytherin dorms talking about what muggles had called thongs but he through it was rather stupid, why where underwear in the first place if it covers nothing, but not that he was seeing it put in to practical application he thanked Merlin for Victoria and her secrets.

“fuck”

He whispered and throwing her over his shoulder he hauled her to his room. Hermione was giggling and begging to be put down, she had never been in his room before so it was a surprise to her when she saw the room was set it in cool creams and soft blues, it was rather relaxing.

“What no house colors” she laughed at his look and than moaned as he threw her down on the bed and jumped her. He grinned and leaned in kissing her softly.

“I’ll show you my colors”

He whispered, magicking off their ties he pinned her arms to the headboard. With a whispered spell she was attacked to the headboard and unable to get free of the restraints, and even though this should have scared her it only seamed to turn her on more. She was soaking wet and she couldn’t help but let out a moan as he began to unbutton her shirt.

“If your not ready for this you better tell me now, because I wont be able to stop in a moment” she gulped but shook her head, she was ready for this more so than she should be, closing her eyes she gasped as he leaned his head down and kissed the freshly exposed skin on her chest. She moaned when gave up with taking her clothes off and wither a hurried divesto they were both naked, His wand thrown across the room and his lips attacking her nipples. She was gasping for breath as his fingers found her soft curly mound between her legs, he was hard for her, harder than he had ever been, his fingers trailed over her slit and with a soft push one slid in to her, she gasped and threw her head back.

“Oh!” She had never felt this good when she played with herself it was usually just relaxation that came about but with him touching her it felt like she was on fire, like his smoldering eyes were catching her in there inferno and she was burning in heaven. He moved his finger within her searching for something and when she gasped and thrashed trying to pull away from the ties that were binding her to the headboard, she was moaning and she begged for him to kiss her, grinning he leaned down to kiss her, his lips join with hers. He’d had enough.

“I need you now”

She needed in agreement, and he settled between her legs grinning at the fact that fit so well. He slid in to her and kissed away as much of the pain as he could, there was not best way to go about this, she started to move and he almost came out how tight she felt it was fucking amazing. He was panting and going as slow as he could when she began to gasp out commends and wasn’t sure if it was possible but it felt as if he got harder, he was pounding in to her, but it wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t hard enough, it wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her, around her; she needed him more than anything that she had ever felt. She was coming and screaming his name and he was following her in to that bliss long before he was ever really ready to cum inside her, he didn’t think of contraceptives, nor did he care at this point what’s done was done. They lay there together in the bed asleep his arms around her. They were sleeping curled around each other the afterglow still fresh. It was amazing it was… what was that? It sounded like screaming. Malfoy was clinging tighter to her, to tight, everything blurry. Groaning she heard the scream again, in an instant she was awake looking out the window, it was to dark to be morning, to light to be night, the light was unnatural it was glowing from the dark forest. The scream issued again, the unnatural light coming off the forest looked to take a green tinge to it.

“Oh shit!”

Draco’s words followed her own train of though as fast as they could they threw their clothes on, it was panic, if she had ever felt it before, her skin cold, her heart beating out of her chest. She rushed with Draco to the headmaster’s office only to find sever students as well as teachers standing outside the door. Dumbledore was still wearing his Nightgown when he beckoned them inside.

“Could they have chosen a better time?”

Ron mumbled, ignoring the fact that, it really didn’t matter what time it was, because the war was finally knocking at their door. It was scary but at the same time Hermione was excited to use all her skins in a practical application. She only wished that it had not been a war that caused her to use her skills. “Life wasn’t supposed to be like this” she didn’t notice the words coming from her mouth until after they had been said she looked around at the nods from the people around her.

“ I agree with you Miss. Granger, but we have no choice anymore. We stand and fight, or we run, and run for the rest of our life’s, it is your choice, you may stay or you may go, McGonagall and the other teachers who are not present around rounding up the children they will be flowed to a secret location, those who stay do so by choice no student under fifth year is to stay, do you understand me Mr. And Miss. Weasley? Ron looked shocked that he would not be given the choice to fight,.

“I want to fight this war, they took from me I want it all back”

“This is neither here nor there Mr. Weasley I need your skills in defense to keep the next generation alive!” Dumbledore had never yelled at Ron before, he had been stun, but a ragging Dumbledore was a very scary one indeed. Hermione hand sought out Draco’s and he took her in to his arms ignoring the looks around the room, he whispered in her ear that he would be there for her no matter what that he would watch her back and they would make it out of this together. Somehow in the back of Hermione’s mind, that didn’t seam possible. She hid her tears in his shoulder and he rubbed her back slowly people were coming thought he flow, Auror after Auror, it would soon be nearing on midnight and the castle had the advantage of knowing they were awake, where as the Death eaters below were preparing to attack a sleeping castle, surprise would not be on there side this night.

So Dumbledore took charge and assigned everyone locations, Harry and fifteen other Aurors were stand guard at the door; Hermione was to locate all the potential threats and by using any means take them down. The way that was worded scared her more than the death eaters, could she really take someone’s life? Would she have to. Draco drew her in to a deep kiss his arms wrapping around her. Something felt off about this whole thing to Draco but he was not about to waist precious time with Hermione by arguing with the headmaster. Draco was to appear to take the other side and when it came to it he would than turn on the death eaters and taken them down, again by any means necessary. That made Draco shudder, he may have at one point entreated the idea of becoming a death eater but it was the death part that turned him off the idea.

Walking down to the great hall Draco ducked a stray spell that was thrown by one of the students that was now escaping through the front door to go join the arm of darkness, The group of defenders stood there ready to take on death if that was what it took to end this petty war. Hermione took a deep breath and looked around the room. Something was off and all of the sudden it caught her eyes. She moved quicker than she ever thought she could have, someone had rigged C4 to an explosive she threw hovered it of the door and took an aiming spell and sent as far away as she could, however it was not far enough the bomb exploded mid way to its destination throwing the head girl across the hall as she tried to dodge pieces of the doors and chunks of stone. She was gasping for breath and only then did she have time to roll over on to her back and see that death eaters were rushing the doors. Her strong hold, her fortress it was not longer going to protect them.

“Lead them to the great hall!” she screamed a plan coming to mind. If she lead them all in there than the casualties could be continued, and so could the soon to be prisoners, she never once thought about her self being a prisoner of the other side, she would not give that thought wings, not until many years later. So slowly they lead the death eaters or a fraction of them in to the great hall, all went silent for a moment as Hermione locked eyes with Draco he gave her a blinding smile and turning around aimed a stunner spell at his own father, he was amazed that his father went down so easily, It was easy to take them down in here, the windows were all blow out but one, it was the window of Godric Gryffindor, Hermione had been cornered by McNair, and Lestrange and was attempting to fight them off when the hall went silent, she could her the manic laughter of Pettigrew, in second the fighting was back on and she fighting hard. She would nose lose this war that she had found him. He was worth living for. With this thought her in mind Hermione channeled the magick deep within her the raw magick that all wizards and witches drew there magick from however the percent of what they used to what they actually had was inadequate, like the human brain a wizard only used a tenth of the power he actually had over the last few months Hermione was able to harness more of that power, it was raw nearly uncontrollable and like a freight train going at full speed. Macnair was dead before he could utter another hex. Her senses were sharpening and she could feel the change, she could feel the power flowing through her and it didn’t feel like hers, it was someone’s else’s power, as she looked a Lestrange she saw that the women looked as if she was being drained, Hermione gasped as she felt the women’s magick pass through her and be absorbed back in to the earth. Bella was dropped to the ground barely breathing. Left to live the life of a muggle until her death day.

Hermione had never taken someone’s power before and it felt different strange, as if Bella her self was not part of her. She was so focused on stopping this ruddy war that she didn’t notice death eaters begin to fall around her as she walked to where the most commotion was, she felt the power pulsating around her, growing stronger with each wave and than calming down only to be swept up again, she could feel them, she could every one of them, saying some simple wards the apparition wards were once again back on the castle. The room was growing dark and the girl standing before them all with death eaters falling around them was growing darker as well, her hair taking on a darker brown tint her lips become more full, a little redder with each bit of magick she took in to her self. Some of the magick from others was absorbed in to her core others to rotten to be used were sent back in to the earth to grow new again.

She was power incarnate and she made Harry wonder how it was that he was the one to fulfill the prophecy when she seamed to be the power for them all. Harry forgot his thoughts as he was caught up in the blue light of the Cruciatus Curse. It was a pain he could not fathom, it was like reliving the death of his mother Sirius all at once, and than top on to that what kind of death his friends could face, it was his bones all being broken reset and then broken again, his blood was boiling his heart was beating too fast, too hard. He was going to die, as this thought passed through him the spell lessened and than stopped. He stood to see a very angry Gryffindor looked from him to the death eater who sent the curse. Hermione flicked her hand, the death eater flew back at least a hundred feet to hit the wall his body than dropping to the floor there was a streak of blood on the wall from where he hit to were he fell, his skull had been crushed, Harry flinched but Hermione did nothing of the sort that was until she eye the spot in which Pettigrew was laying dead his arm was clutched around Draco in what could only be explained as a sleeper hold, the room went silent, all she could here was the blood pounding in her ears, she had never before been so blinded by a sight she heard words muttered by a death eater, the great light shot towards he she side stepped and he to flew across the room. Hermione had head enough she dropped to her knees by Draco kissing his cheek only to feel a slow breath there, she had hope that he would survive but she knew that sick man would not turning to her friends she nodded to him and for some reason Harry knew exactly what to do pointed his wand at Voldemort who was dueling with Dumbledore,

“Avada Kedavra” Harry screamed as he said the first syllable he felt power like no other serge through his soul it was amazing it was overpower, it was addicting, the green light that shot through his wand was faster and stronger than any normal spell that Harry had ever cast before, he didn’t know if it was his hate or the hate that Hermione had at that moment for the crazed man, but it wasn’t enough to drew attention from the old man, to the boy hero. Voldemort laughed and advanced on Harry, he stalled for a moment hearing a voice in the back of his head.

“Release”

It was her voice and she looked him dead in the eye, he could feel it, he could feel the power creeping from his body, he could hear the screams of those who he had killed, Harry’s parents being the strongest, than his own family. It was voice after voice telling him he was dieing, that he was draining, the magick was not dissipating in to the earth like all the others it was floating in to her opened hand, it was a gray ball and was slowing getting bigger and bigger.

“do you Tom Marvolo Riddle, understand the consequences of your actions, you will not die tonight, not unless you demand it of me to kill you, harry has done his part, he has killed your soul many times over, whatever was left of it, It is I who choose what to do with your body.”

With this she gave a sick little twisted smile, the man that was not standing in front of her, was like a dried up snake scales peeling with out his magick he was nothing. With out that he was just some circus freak and she was very tempted to create a place where he could live out his days being just that, but he than ran at Harry, and that was Hermione’s last straw the gray ball in her hand flew at the dried up wizard it hit him on the side of the head, ripping it from his body, she watched as his body turned to ash, oh so slowly he began to fall to ash. Harry burnt the ashes and than watched as the wind carried them away, the remaining death eaters had been distracted by the fall of there master than when she turned on all of them they attempted to storm the door and get out, however she grabbed one putting her hand the mark, for a moment her eyes flashed black, men and women thought the world began to scream at the pain on there left arms, before one could really notice that it was the mark they were knocked out cold and transported to the gates of Azkaban, to say that one could not get in to the island was correct there were bodies pilled sky high, but there was not a signal magical signature among them. Although the world the sun rose, something was different about the world it seamed at peace, the bird signing, the sun shining and kids that had done nothing but cry for hours were laughing and giggling. They were joking and playing. It was something that was beyond belief. Although as the death eater in her hands was sent away she fell to the ground unable to stand any longer she felt her control on the magick slacken and she lost it, she could feel her magick go back to her core she could feel that it was empty, the wall around her faltered for a moment. She couldn’t see anything the people around her only shadows in the dark of the sky she was blind, and the dark wasn’t scary just lonely, she could feel him take his last breath as she laid her head on his chest.

“Forever my love,”

It has been five years since I lost my sigh and my lover, and I never would have thought that my life would have turned out this way. I wish I could say that it has all come to a great conclusion, but it has not, although I may be a war hero I am not allowed in the magical world in which I grew to be the person I am. When I feel to the ground my eyesight was taken, by the loss of my magick, I had always been really careful to not let on that I did wear glasses, I didn’t want people to think me more of a geek than I was. So when madam pomfry told me that she could correct my eyes with a spell I jumped for it. I was never a vain child, nor women but my eyesight was something I needed to been. Had I know that the charm all those years ago to fix my eyesight would have taken it away from me I would have never done it. Just as if I had know that taking that much power from the earth and putting it back had its price. I wouldn’t have changed that path in my life. I live a happy life, Ginny and Harry are set to get married in two weeks and Ron is still morning the death of his poor lavender. I’m going to visit my Draco today, I one day will join him in the heavens but not before my time. I never would have that that I would be there standing in your arms Draco, and now I pray that I am.

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A/N, well as i promised all in one day wow i've been writing this sense six this morning. I really hopped you enjoyed it, cause i had fun writing it. I'd like to dedicate this to my wife, and how lovely she is and if i lost her i would also lose my eye sight.