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It Just Had To Be You	By : Tregan2415 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31065 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was well after dinner when the eight teens exited the Forbidden Forest. They were wiping dirt off their clothes and pulling dead leaves and twigs from their hair as they trudged up the hill on school grounds, heading for Hogwarts.

" I can't wait to sleep in my own bed. Every muscle in my body is screaming," Pansy groaned as she pressed her knuckles in her back and leaned forward.

" Amen to that Pans, I'm gonna take the longest bath in the prefects washroom in history, take a walk through the library, and sleep for two days." Hermione grinned as she pushed open the doors and walked into the school, relishing in the feeling of the warm magic the castle made, washing over her.

" That sounds like an amazing idea Mione, would you mind some company?" asked Ginny, the other two girls behind the redhead looking at Hermione with puppy dog eyes.

Hermione laughed, " of course not, let's go," and with that, the four girls sprinted in the direction of the prefects washroom, looking back and waving at the boys.

The four boys just stood there bewildered. Their went their plans for the evening with their women. Draco inhaled deeply, the scent of his mate disappearing quickly. He sighed greatly and shook his head. If the girls wanted a night alone, they would have it. However, it wouldn't be a lonely night, not if he had his way.

" Since we seem to have been left, I say we do what the women are doing," Draco said, an evil glint in his eye and a smirk slowly creeping on his face.

Harry got a disgusted look on his face and whipped his head around to face Draco, " a bath in the prefects washroom? No offence Malfoy, we're friends, but we aren't that close."

" No, Potter, as a matter of fact, I wasn't talking about a bath in the prefects washroom. I was thinking more along the lines of firewhiskey, taking a long fly around the pitch and maybe some Quidditch." Draco leaned in close to Harry and huskily whispered in his ear, " However, seeing as that's where your mind is at, we could always ditch the other two and have our own private dip in the tub together," Harry pushed him away roughly, " I can see it now, candle lit room, a hot bath drawn with rose petals floating on the top, romantic music softly playing in the background...." Draco trailed off.

" Keep dreaming Malfoy, it's never gonna happen. Now let's head outside, I've been dying to get in the air." Harry retorted, and began walking down towards the changerooms where the boys kept their Quidditch gear. Ron and Blaise following behind him, laughing out loud. Draco hung back for a minute before shouting,

" Potter, don't be like that sweetheart. I know we haven't had the time recently to spend any quality time, but that doesn't mean we can't start making up for it now!" Draco put on a fake hurt face and jogged to catch up with the others.

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Dumbledore was pacing in his study, Snape, a tumbler of firewhiskey in his hand, watched curiously from his seat in a comfy chair by the Headmaster's desk. The fool had been at this for well over an hour and didn't show any signs of stopping any time soon.

" Albus, would you please quit that incessant pacing, your making me dizzy," Snape complained, taking a huge glup of the burning liquid.

" I believe that's the firewhiskey Severus, my pacing hardly has anything to do with your innebriation." Dumbledore sighed, but stilled none the less. " How can you drink at a time like this?"

Snape snorted, " a time like this seems better then ever, don't you think?"

A sudden banging caused both the men to jump, as Narcissa angrily stormed into the office, her eyes lit with a fire neither had seen since her school days at Hogwarts with a certain male Veela currently residing in the hospital wing. She stomped up to the desk and furiously threw a book down ontop of it.

" Why didn't you tell me?" she roared.

Dumbledore took a quick look at the book and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his half-moon spectacles. This was the last thing he needed, perhaps Severus was right to indulge in firewhiskey, and right now it seemed like a damn good idea, if only he could remember where he put his goblet. He began his search for it while Severus tried defusing the time bomb which was Narcissa Malfoy.

" Now Cissa," he began, only to be hexed back into his chair, his tumbler crashing to the floor, spilling his precious firewhiskey.

Her wand was aimed right at his jugular, her eyes flashing with feroscity, " don't you ' now Cissa' me Severus. My husband, my mate lies near death in the hospital wing, my child and other's children are Merlin knows where, doing Merlin knows what, and when I retreat to the library for some peace and quiet, low and behold I happen to come across this little bit of information. Wasn't anyone going to tell me, or was it all supposed to be a big surprise when the time came to destroy the Horcrux?" She was wildly flinging her arms in the air, raving like a mad lunatic.

Severus had had about enough, " Now see here woman, you will desist at this very moment, and that's final, or Merlin help me....." he never got to finish his sentence. His eyes went wide with sobering wonderment when Narcissa whipped her wand around and stunned his mouth shut, her eyes narrowing meancingly.

" I hear the words ' that's final' ever leave your mouth again Severus, they truly will be. Now back to my question, was anyone going to tell me?"

Dumbledore didn't know what to say. Yes he had known, but he was trying to figure out a way, any way, to avoid it happening. Normally, one could destroy a Horcrux, shattering it if you will, with a stronger weapon, rendering it 'dead'. However, with the certain curse Bellatrix used when making it and placing the same one on Lucius made things a tad difficult. The balance of life wouldn't be equal. She took a life to make the Horcrux, spilt her soul. If they were to ever cure Lucius, Bellatrix would need to die, no loss there, except she forfeit her life for the Horcrux, she no longer had a soul. To save Lucius, the fates would demand a soul. A life for a life so to speak. The wielder of the sword would fall. The one to destroy the Horcrux would die.

" I'm deeply sorry Narcissa. I'm trying everything I know to not have it happen. I figured if I kept it to myself, I could find a way around it without having to worry anyone." Dumbledore explained quietly, his eyes falling to the ground, the twinkle no longer there, instead it was replaced with guilt.

Narcissa was beyond caring, " and it never occurred to you, that instead of returning here, the children will go to Grimmauld Place and destroy it first before returning here, one less then before?"

Dumbledore reddened at the thought, no that never did cross his mind. Merlin, where was that goblet?

Narcissa sighed, and rubbed her hands over her face, stopping at her temples and giving them a light massage. " So we need to figure out something. What about a potion? Severus, you claim you can put a stopper in death, isn't there something you can do?"

Severus mumbled and pointed at his mouth, which was still spelled shut. Narcissa shook her head and lifted the spell.

" I don't think it would help here Cissa," he said, slowly, carefully choosing his words. " Potions won't help us now. I say we take a Death Eater from Azkaban, have him or her destroy the Horcrux and be done with it. Let's not kid ourselves here, no one will lose any sleep over one less Death Eater in the world, I know I won't," Severus mumbled as he bent over to retrieve his fallen tumbler, frowning at the now empty container.

" You would trade the life of one for another? Bloody hell Severus, are you drunk?" Narcissa asked, shocked at such a statement.

" Was working on it till you showed up," he said, under his breath. " Not like their innocent Cissa. One good deed does not cleanse a man of a lifetime of wickedness and cruelty."

Narcissa scoffed, " no, but it seems enough to condemn him. I don't agree with exchanging lives. We are ill equipped to pass judgement. We aren't so innocent ourselves, if you happen to remember correctly Severus."

" What about that dunderhead Weasley? They have a whole slew of them. I don't think they would miss one. They procreate like rabbits." Severus laughed.

Narcissa's mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, " surely you don't mean that. I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing. What the hell is wrong with you?"

" Was just a thought." Severus replied, the corners of his mouth turned up in a wicked smirk, " relax Cissa, Lucius would have thought it was funny. Of course I don't mean it. Even if I did, it's not like anyone would be game for it."

" Of all the mind numbingly, stupid, idiotic ideas Severus..." Dumbledore drowned out the mentally draining argument between Severus and Narcissa. If he didn't find that goblet soon, he would go out of his mind.

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Bellatrix had never known fear. Even with her time locked up in Azkaban, she never feared a thing. Death was coming, weither it be from a curse, a Dementor's Kiss or old age, she knew she wouldn't live forever. Azkaban took every good memory from you, every happy thought, everything good in your life till all that was left was hollow, emptiness. You lived out your worst fears daily and fall asleep on the stone cold floor, the screams and wails of other inmates your lullaby to lull you to sleep. Even with all that, she never feared for a moment. That was true, up till now. She had made that Horcrux before her incarceration, it was the reason she never feared death, for she knew she would return. She had always been a 'plan for the future' type of person. Now those little brats were out to ruin her perfect plan.

She shook her head, how could a group of teenagers get the best of a dangerously skilled group of Death Eaters? It couldn't happen, it wouldn't happen, she'd see to that.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, " excuse me, Mrs.LeStrange. You called for me?"

She turned on her heels, now facing the new leader of the werewolves face to face. " Ah yes, Devin. I believe your time has come. Take your pack of werewolves, storm the castle of Hogwarts. By the end of the night, your pack will know the taste of human flesh. Go now, leave none alive." She cackled as Devin spun around and all but ran out of the room, a evil smile dancing upon his lips.

Finally it was his turn!

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The eight teens met for dinner in The Great Hall after the boys had played a few games of Quidditch and the girls had a relaxing bath in the prefects bathroom.

The meal was exquisite, almost as good as the one they shared with Vincent and his coven of Vampires in the Forbidden Forest. The teens were over indulging themselves when the doors flew open and in walked Dumbledore, followed by Snape and Narcissa. Draco and Blaise jumped to their feet when they caught sight of her and ran to her side.

" Mother, what are you doing here?" Draco asked, searching her over, making sure she was alright.

She shooed his hands away, rather forcefully, " yes Draco, I'm fine, please stop pawing me!"

Draco stepped back as if he had been slapped in the face, coming to stand beside Blaise who wore a shocked expression on his face. He had never in his life, heard his Godmother be so short with her children before. Although, if something had happened to his mate, he assumed he would be in the same shape, if not worse, then she was right now.

" Please, won't you join us for supper, I've been told it's a feast fit for a king." Dumbledore exclaimed as he motioned for the teens to join him at the Professor's table. All had gathered around the table, the teens feeling like something was off. The adults weren't acting like themselves, espicially Snape, who wasn't wearing his frown. Everyone sat down, except for Draco.

" I'm sorry to decline your invitation Headmaster, but I'm going to go visit with my Father. Enjoy your meal," and with that, he spun on his heel and raced from the room, using his Veela speed.

Hermione sighed quietly to herself as she tucked in for the remander of the meal. Her heart hurt for her mate, she couldn't even begin to understand how he was feeling. What indescribable pain it must be, to see one's parent near death in the hospital knowing there wasn't a thing you could do to help. Sure they had the sword, and they knew what the Horcrux was, but here they were, indulging in food and fun while Lucius withered away in the Hospital Wing.

Blaise squeezed her hand under the table, " Under normal circumstances, I'd say leave him be, but perhaps this is one of those times, he may need you most," he whispered.

" What, no smart-arsed comment Blaise?" Hermione smirked, as she excused herself from the table.

Blaise chuckled, " nah, I'm saving my wicked tongue for later on tonight with my mate. She seems to benefit more form it then you do anyways, " he replied, to which Ginny's eyes went wide and Ron choked on his pumpkin juice, Pansy rightly clapping him on the back.

" Here Hermione, I'll join you for a bit of a walk. I'm knackered anyways, so I'm heading to Gryffindor Tower." Harry said, coming to stand beside her. She smiled up at him, grateful for his company.

" Goodnight everyone, see you in the morning," Harry said and waved goodbye to everyone, before turning and following Hermione out of the doors.

She stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. He was close, why was he close? Wasn't he heading to see his father? She turned and gave Harry a quizzical look before a loud boom resounded through the halls. She tilted her head to the side a bit, listening closely, before grabbing Harry's hand and rushing towards the smell of her mate. They rushed down the corridor, and came to a halt, when they saw Draco standing there, panting hard, his eyes blackened over, covered in dust and plaster. The remnants of a statue lay in rubble around his feet, a clear victim of his anger.

Hermione began to lift her wand, about to repair the old antique when Draco growled loudly, making her stop dead in her tracks.

" Don't you dare Granger. I'll bring this entire castle to ruin, if you so much as repair an inch of that blasted statue," he threatened, his fangs glistening dangerously.

" We're going to get her Malfoy, I promise you, she will pay for her crimes." Harry said, coming to stand beside Draco, both staring out the window.

" No Potter, she won't. I won't see her brought before the Wizenagamot, charged then put away in Azkaban. Not this time."

" But Malfoy, she needs..."

" NO!" Draco roared, " she will pay, that I agree with you on. However it'll be by my hands. I will see her suffer. She'll beg for death before I'm through. I'm going to rip her apart with my bare hands. And don't even begin with the tirade of the damnation of my soul Granger, it's my father, MY BLOODY FATHER! I could care less about it if it meant saving his life."

" I just don't see..." Hermione began.

" That's just it, you don't see. If it was your father, you'd understand, but it's not. Give it a rest Granger, I'm beyond caring. I'm going to watch her die, and I'm going to be the one to do it. I'm going to fucking kill her," he turned on his heel and stormed away.

Hermione's eyes began to water, she could feel his pain, his hurt and it was killing her inside. The Gryffindor in her was fighting an inner battle. She wanted to run after him, but knew he needed to be alone. She couldn't see someone murdered in cold blood, but knew Bellatrix had it coming. She was literally a rollercoaster of emotions but didn't want to have a breakdown in the middle of a Hogwarts corridor. She sniffed quietly and turned to Harry, who had a sadden look on his face

" I'm sorry Harry, I just can't right now," she whispered and ran quickly up to the Heads dorm.

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A few hours had past and Draco had figured he had destroyed enough of the Forbidden Forest for one night. He had gotten out alot of his anger, drained himself to the point of exhaustion. He yawned loudly and headedback inside. Trudging up the long staircases up towards the Head dorms, he was grateful it was late at night and everyone was in bed. He didn't know how he would be able to deal if the students were up and crowding the corridors. He couldn't be held responsible for his actions if they were. He arrived at the portrait, and after whispering the password, he dragged himself inside and sighed deeply, glad to be home. Almost immediately, Hermione's scent surrounded him, and he smiled, only to frown just as quickly. He remembered how he had acted earlier and the things he said. He knew he was wrong and the Slytherin in him was fighting to keep his pride. However the Veela was stronger, and the guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.

He listened closely, and heard her movements. She was still awake. He rushed up the stairs and stopped at her door. It was open a bit, and peering through, he could see her, kneeling beside her bed, her head down and resting on her hands which were clasped together. He was about to open the door further when she suddenly lifted her head and he took a sharp intake of breath. Her face was wet with tears, she was crying. He placed his hand on his heart. It hurt him deeply that she was crying, and he knew it was because of him.

" If anyone is listening, then you know I don't do this often," she cried softly.

Draco, leaned closer, listening harder. She was praying, of that much he knew, but he never figured her for a believer, she was to logical.

" But I don't know what else to do. I was ready to give up once, and Draco came into my life. Please don't let that light that shines on his face go out. I couldn't bear the darkness that would follow it." She cried even harder, her head falling back on the bed, her body shaking with cries. Draco felt a tear slowly slide down the side of his face, and he didn't bother to wipe it away. He placed his hand on the door frame. He felt like a monster. He heard the clock in the livingroom chimed midnight, followed by screams, loud and many, echoing throughout the castle. He ran to the window, and looked out. All he could see were dozens of werewolves, dashing quickly across the grounds. Hogwarts was being invaded. Of all bloody nights.

" I can not catch a break," he mumbled, as he whipped out his wand, hollered for his other roommates, and dashed out the portrait. It was looking to be a long night.
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