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Hermione first became aware of snow, wet snow that seeped through her robes and hit her like an icicle in the back of her spine. Hermione opened the bag, searching for other contents, since her immediate impression was that the area was empty and full of trees. Perhaps a bloody map!?

Hermione found Ronald’s bracelet and when her hand closed around it, she felt the world give way again. Hermione landed face flat in the snow, and she shrieked. Damn it. Now she was REALLY lost. BLOODY PORT KEYS!!!!!

Hermione fumbled for her bag and Hermione began to trudge through the snow; her whole body shivered from the thin robes that were cut clean through with the sharp, cold, air.

She missed Draco terribly now. She knew he was a bastard but the sad fact was that she loved him. Stubborn Gryffindor trait probably. Right now, she was too busy cursing Millie’s head off in the godforsaken corner of the world that she had sent her too. Spinner’s End her arse.

Hermione stumbled over a half-frozen log and she took a tumble face down into the snow. Hermione began to curse fluidly, screaming profanities all ending with the name of Bullstrode when a surprising thing happened.

“Mione?” a young boy’s awestruck tone caused Hermione to swallow her next load of bile. Warm gloved hands grabbed her and pulled her up from the snow. “MIONE?”

“Yes, Ronald, it is me,” sputtered Hermione, spitting snow. Hermione felt sandwiched between Ron and Harry as they both rushed her.

“We weren’t sure because you were cursing an awful lot and maybe you were a Polyjuice Potioned Hermione or something. The Hermione we know never curses,” Ron released her with a searching, sheepish smile on his ruddy face.

Hermione examined both of them objectively, although they looked tired and a bit cold, they seemed fine, unchanged by the last month. She felt annoyed by that. Everything about her was different now and they both just stayed the same, innocent almost. Hermione took in a deep breath and turned to face her best friend, The Boy who lived.

Harry had something that looked suspiciously like tears in his large green eyes. His scar was stark on his forehead from the cold and Hermione felt tears coming to her own eyes at the warmth in his brilliant gaze.

“Oh Harry!!!” Hermione launched herself at him and hugged him tightly. Tears spilled and the two of them just held each other.

“Hermione, we should get back to the cave we are set up in, it’s not much but its better then being out here,” Harry gently pushed her back and grabbed her hand.

Hermione nodded and followed them through the trees; luckily, the snow covered up behind them and soon their trail was buried behind them.

The entrance to the cave was small and Hermione had to crouch down to get inside, but once inside it was obvious the boys had made it cozy and warm. Ron sat back on a thick fleece blanket and a small fire was lit soon enough. Ron passed Hermione a cup of hot water and a tea packet.

“Sorry, it’s the last flavor we got,” Ron shrugged, as Hermione looked questioningly at the cranberry hibiscus.

Hermione smiled slightly, her eyes traveling the length of Ron. He had filled out and grown even taller then before. He was beginning to look like a man. Long red hair, dark blue eyes and a small bit of color on his wind-chapped cheeks. He looked healthy and it rejuvenated her.

Moreover, it made her feel guilty. Guilty for enjoying the long drowning kisses from a certain Slytherin that set her soul on fire. Ron was right here, in love with her. She always knew that he felt that way, but she was shy and he was shy and now both of them were lost in this place. Ron had never made her feel the way that Draco did. That was no lie.

Hermione stared down at the fire, and began to tell the boys everything that happened. Only leaving out the sex parts. They were fascinated that a Slytherin helped her escape. In addition, the idea of Hermione being resorted caused their skin to crawl.

Finally, when she was done talking, the boys looked at each other and then back at her. Ron cleared his throat and spoke.

“Hermione, why would the Ferret help you escape?” Ron looked earnestly at her for a long moment.

“Because … because we were lovers at one point,” Hermione said swiftly and she stared back at the fire.

“The rumors were true?” Ron looked aghast.

“Yes, partially true. Except that, Draco was just using me to get to you, Harry. He never cared about me at all,” replied Hermione, and she wiped away a stray tear. Her expression was one of misery and Harry’s heart went out to her.

“Of course he didn’t, he is a great big prat,” sputtered Ron, anger hardened his face as he glared at her. “Why did ya do it, Mione? Why did you trust him?”

“Because, I wanted to believe that he had changed, Ron,” Hermione said simply. She hugged her arms around herself and stared at the ground.

“You’re absolutely mad!” Ron grimaced and he stalked off and out of the cave in a fit.

Harry looked at Hermione, who turned over and pulled the blanket on top of her. Harry wasn’t a fan of Draco –ferret- Malfoy, but he had a pretty good idea of what Malfoy had been thinking when he let Hermione go. Moreover, it had nothing whatsoever to do with Harry, and had everything to do with his curly haired friend over there.

Harry remembered watching Malfoy in class a few times, and he had caught him staring at Hermione. Malfoy had watched her almost incessantly. When Harry caught his eye, that hungry look changed to disdain and Harry thought he had imagined it. Still later, he saw it again, and this time it was envy, because Ron was touching her arm.

A harmless gesture had flared a jealous rage in Malfoy’s gaze that left Harry disturbed. Whether Hermione realized it or not, Harry knew Malfoy had it bad for her. He knew because he felt the same way about Ginny. Harry patted Hermione’s shoulder and crawled under his own blanket, assuming Ron would come back eventually once his temper cooled.

It would turn out they both were wrong.



Hermione stood on the edge of the clearing, her eyes swollen from crying. “I don’t understand? Where could he have gone? Maybe he was kidnapped!!!” cried Hermione hysterical.

“Kidnapped people don’t leave parchment behind with a letter explaining their absence,” pointed out Harry with a look of weary acceptance.

“Ronald would never just leave us!”

“Hermione, things have been strained for us out here, the search for the different Horocrux’s are wearing on all of us,” replied Harry as he rubbed his scar.

Hermione sniffled and sat down on the log near the fire. Harry walked to her, sat besides her, and slung an arm over her shoulder.

“Voldemort did everything in his power to make me betray you. Still I never left you behind,” pointed out Hermione.

“Some people might consider sleeping with my life long enemy betrayal,” replied Harry dryly.
Hermione stared hard at him. “Well you know me better then that. If I had a choice in who I fell in love with, then you can believe that I would have chose RON!” snapped Hermione and she dragged her coat around her more securely.

A moment of silence followed her harshly spat words and she gasped softly.

Harry stared at her with a sad stricken look. Hermione suddenly realized what she revealed with those careless words. “I’m sorry Hermione. If it helps, I think Draco really does want you. Whether its for murder or something else, I am not sure. He does stare at you all the time, or he use too,” Harry echoed his thoughts from last night.

“Oh Harry, I don’t know what to do,” whispered Hermione, her arms clasped around his shoulders.

“You could start by letting go of my best mate,” replied Ron, from the mouth of the cave.

“Ron!” squealed Hermione and she ran to him and hugged him hard. “We were so worried you would leave us.”

“Not today, I just needed some time to think, besides I already left Harry before,” replied Ron sheepishly, his arms wrapped around her waist. Ron rested his chin on her head.

“Also, I couldn’t leave without doing this,” whispered Ron and he pulled back, his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue licked at her bottom lip, begging access. Hermione felt a small rush of anxiety and the warm lips but none of the pleasurable heat she usually experienced with Draco.

Hermione pushed Ron back from her and sighed into his chest. The usual comfort from Ron felt distant now but she could feel his skin heat up from his arousal from the kiss. Hermione bit her lower lip and stared at the ground. “Ron, I know you like me, but I am not the same girl that you left behind. Everything’s changed.”

“I don’t understand Hermione, don’t you love me anymore?” Ron could feel tears burn behind his eyelids and he felt a huge lump in his throat. Hermione closed her eyes and she pressed her face into his chest.

“OF course I DO, Ronald!” exclaimed Hermione fiercely, hugging him to her. “I just need time to deal with what happened to me.” Hermione felt panicked, the last thing in the world she would ever do is hurt Ron.

Ron smiled and cradled her against him, feeling relieved. She just needed time.




Far away...



Severus Snape rubbed his chin with his spindly pale fingers, his scrying mirror closed slowly and he turned in the Victorian armchair to face his companion. The image of Hermione hugging Ron, decrying her continued love for him, had displayed on the scrying mirror in perfect clarity.

“See, all is well with the girl. Stop your whining and stick to the plan. Love is not a luxury that any of us can afford. We are soldiers, heroes, and destined for misery. Take you pleasures where you can afford them.”

“She said she loved him,” whispered Draco, his pale hair fell into his silvery gaze as he brooded.

“That doesn’t please you Mr. Malfoy? Well, then you know what to do about it. Become a heroic Gryffindor, and she will run to you. Right now, she only knows that you are a traitor that is responsible for the defeat of Hogwarts, and the death of Dumbledore, even if indirectly,” murmured Snape, as he steeples his fingertips together.

“Nevertheless, The Dark Lord expects me to try to get her back,” pointed out Draco, his smile crooked.

“Which is why you must fail miserably…-------” said Snape.

“-------And get myself the Crucio for my efforts,” finished Draco sarcastically.

“Who said love was without sacrifice?” hissed Snape, his black bottomless eyes rested on Draco’s face with cold amusement.

“Very well, I will be the sacrificial lamb and all that load of bullocks. If one hair on her head is harmed though, all bets are off. I promise to stay away from the Princess and not muck about with my rather inadequate feelings. One question though, why? Why can’t I tell her that I want her? Why is it your sodding business?” Draco frowned, his eyes icy with cold.

“Because, Hermione is the glue in that Trio and without her, they will never figure out where the Horocrux’s are or even HOW to defeat The Dark Lord. If she knew about you, she may give up helping them. I can’t have that,” Snape gave an oily smile and tapped his fingers on the desk in front of him.

Draco scowled darkly and nodded. “Very well, I agree to help you. The MUDBLOOD, will never know of my feelings for her,”

“And out of morbid curiosity, what are your feelings, Draco?” murmured Snape, with a keen look in his dark eyes. “Envy, lust, or worse, pity? Do you regret taking advantage of her?”

“Hell no. I wish I could do it again and again, ….. for as long as we both shall live,” Draco grimaced and strode from the Headmasters Office, with a black look on his perfect face.

Snape blinked at the second part of the statement and a look of genuine regret passed through his eyes as his Godson strode from the room.











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