DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE MAIN STORY PLOT OF HARRY POTTER, J.K. ROWLING DOES AND WARNER BROS. STUDIOS OWNS ALL DIALOGUE USED FROM THE MOVIE OR BOOKS.

THIS STORY IS BASED AROUND THE END OF 5TH, START OF 6TH AND CANON, UN-CANON 6TH MOVIE, INTO PARTS OF 7TH, AND POST-WAR. THE STORY OF TWO UNLIKELY LOVERS, THAT WE ALL LOVE SO VERY MUCH AND WISHED FOR THEM TO HAPPEN. DON'T DENY HOW MAD YOU GOT AT ROWLING AFTER READING THE FINAL INSTALLMENT OF HARRY POTTER, I DID.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I PRESENT TO YOU DEAR READERS, A DEATHLY SECRET. R&R, COMMENT, GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, IF YOU HATE IT DON'T READ IT.

RATED MA FOR FOWL LANGUAGE AND STEAMY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

ENJOY!

"What happened to us, Hermione?" Draco whispered with aggression to her as he held her against the cold stone wall in the empty corridor. Hermione's face was blank as she stared up into his starlit silver eyes, the night sky swam in a blur behind him. "Hermione. You and I, what happened?" His words were getting thicker and it was getting hard for him to speak. It must have been the way Hermione made him feel. "Please, Hermione. Please tell me."

Hermione had to close her eyes, once she did a tear rolled its way down her cheek. Draco reached his hand up to wipe her tear off her chin then wrapped his hand behind her ear closing the gap between them, he kissed her cheek. Her eyes snapped open to look at him, but he vanished into the dark corridor, leaving only the sensation of his kiss on her cheek. She reached her hand up to touch the tingling spot and then turned her head to bite her fingers as she sank down onto the cold floor and sobbed. 'I became friends with Harry, that is the reason, Draco,' she said in thought.

Ten minutes had passed, ten minutes of memories flooded her mind before Hermione had the strength to get up and head back to the dormitory. The Hogwarts Express was set to leave in the morning and she still had to pack. Thoughts of Draco still ran around in her mind, the kiss, and his question, then night he turned her in with the D.A. and the feel of his eyes on her. How she wished that she could just tell him. She was beginning to feel like a coward. How could she feel like a coward? She just battled a handful of Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic with her friends and made it out alive. She finished packing by the time the sun peaked up behind the horizon. So she decided to take a walk around the Black Lake in hope to clear her mind for the ride back to London.

It was a brisk morning, and she left her jacket up in the common room, so she began her walk in a run. Hermione made a path across the bridge towards Hagrid's Hut. Hagrid had left early before the term end to take Gromp back to his mother, Dumbledore's orders. Once Hermione reached the end of the bridge she saw the stone pillars and stopped, 'That's where I broke Draco's nose third year.' She thought as a smile crept on her face. She started running down the steps that went to Hagrid's, when she realized that even Hagrid's Hut made her think of Draco. That first time she followed Harry and Ron after hours forgetting that she promised to meet Draco in the library to talk, in turn Draco went looking for her following the three Gryffindor's to Hagrid's. Hermione made a grunting noise and turned towards the Forbidden Forest and her run became a sprint. She leaped all thoughts and her focus was strictly on making her way to the edge of the Black Lake.

Panting, Hermione was hunched over looking at her reflection in the lake. Relieved that her thoughts on Draco had dissipated. She sat down once her breathing had become normal once more. "What a year!" She spoke aloud.

"Indeed," a voice said from down the bank, as if agreeing to Hermione's statement. She stood up at once, startled. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the shadows, against a tree by the Black Lake. "Morning." He said with a smirk, seeing how uneasy she was feeling. "Hermione, will you please, stay? Can we talk?" He asked.

"Draco, what do you want from me? I'm a mudblood, remember?" She spat back at him.

"I didn't mean it, YOU KNOW me, Hermione. Come on, who was your best friend when Potter and Weasley didn't want you! You were always there to keep me in an actual intellectual conversation. We told each other everything. I never meant to hurt you. I take back that filthy word. Besides, this may be the last chance I have to talk to you. So, Hermione, please tell me what I don't already know. What happened to us?"

Hermione knew that Draco had her trapped, she was tired from running after all, what could he possibly do if she tried to run? Draco could tell that she was thinking of a way out of talking to him, so he was prepared, spell in mind, but didn't want to use it. Draco grabbed his wand out of his pocket and made it very clear to her that he was willing to use magic to keep her there. Hermione threw up her hands in a surrendering notion, let out a sigh and said, "Alright! You win." Draco walked closer, signaled for her to take a seat on the ground, when she did he sat next to her.

The sun lit up Draco's features and Hermione was breathless at his beauty. His white blond hair was bright and his eyes were shimmering crystals, starring into her own. Hermione, to Draco, was the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. The gold in her brown hair was dancing in the sunlight and her starry brown eyes had become liquid gold and they stared into Draco's soul. They both sat waiting for the first to speak. Hermione was the first to break the spell when she turned her head to look out at the sun struck lake. She felt Draco shift beside her, so she turned back to see, but wasn't expecting what happened. His lips had met hers. It was one thing to have the sensation of Draco's kiss on her cheek, but the lips? She felt guilt build up in her heart, along with so many other emotions, yet she did not want that kiss to end. Draco's hands slid by her neck as he wrapped them around the back of her head, making the kiss hungry. Hermione's mind spun with even more thoughts than before. The kiss deepened. Hermione wrapped her hand around his neck as if pulling him closer. Draco let go of Hermione and pushed her back off of him. "Sorry." He panted as he stood up and took a few steps back putting space between the two of them. Hermione had a look of hurt on her face.

"What is there to be sorry about, Draco?" she asked him hesitantly.

"Hermione, we can't…" he sighed, "We," Draco struggled, "I," he paused, thinking of what to say, "I don't know what I was thinking." Draco blurted out and then walked away into the Forbidden Forest, leaving Hermione sit by the Black Lake speechless.

By the time Hermione made it back to the common room, Harry and Ron were coming down from the boys' dormitory with all their luggage. Hermione already had her luggage ready to go by the portrait hole. She smiled, "Morning Harry! Ron! You ready?" They headed down to the platform and loaded up on the Hogwarts Express.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down together as if the year had never happened, and Hermione didn't think about Draco the entire trip back to London. Once in London, Hermione jumped off the Hogwarts Express with her luggage and walked fast past the crowds in King's Cross Station. She was walking so fast that she did not realized who bumped into her, knocking her down to the ground. When she grabbed her things her eyes saw a flash of fine, black, Italian shoes, and followed her eyes up the pair of legs that they belonged to and then saw Draco's silvery eyes starring into her golden ones. He then proceeded to help pick up her things, then offered his hand out as she thoughtlessly took it, picked her up off the platform, not once taking his eyes off of Hermione. It was as if Draco was making Hermione memorize him, then he walked away. Hermione stood there watching him intently as he left, her pulse was rushing through her veins, and the memory of the kiss by the lake flooded her mind. She dropped to her knees as a shiver went down her spine.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked concerned, kneeling down to Hermione's side. She was staring off where Draco had disappeared. "Hermione?" Harry waving his hand in front of her face, she shook her head and glanced up to see Harry, Ron, and Ginny looking at her confused.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he stood up and held out a hand to help Hermione stand up.

"Yeah, Harry, I'm alright. It was just a head ache," Hermione said, placing her hand on the side of her head, pretending to be dizzy. Then she really was not pretending a moment later as her head started to pound. She took a step forward to grab her luggage and fainted inside of King's Cross Station.

Spells and curses were flying back and forth between both sides. The department of Mysteries was not the brightest of all places, so the flickering of light helped to see who was injured and who was still fighting. Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny, and I were up against seven Death Eaters. We were caught off guard and captured. The Death Eater that captured me held me close to him, I struggled and tried to get away, but when his face got too close for comfort, I froze. His grip on me loosened, and he whispered in my ear. "Hermione Granger, everything is going to be okay, just stay calm. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." My body started shaking, I was crying. I knew his words were honest, and I was scared. I stared at Harry and Lucius then felt the Death Eater's wand press into my neck. What was going to happen? Suddenly, Sirius and other Order members, apparated into the room. The Death Eater let me go and I turned to see who it was. I recognized the face, he was staring at me with caring eyes, and I gasped and heard another Death Eater shout his name, "Dolohov, Let's go!" and before he disappeared he flung a curse. Ron ran to me and pulled me along to find the others, however I was unable to move. Then Harry was screaming, while Bellatrix Lestrange was laughing, wickedly, Professor Lupin was yelling at Harry, and then everything became silent as I succumbed to the pain.

Ron sat next to Hermione in the cab; he was holding her hand, rubbing it with his thumb. She looked up at him, his eyes widened, and he let go. "You passed out back there, are you okay, Mione?" He asked. Harry leaned passed Ron and looked at her, "You're awake!" he said, then sighed in relief. Ginny then poked her head around the corner of the passenger seat and said, "We were worried about you, are you feeling better? Do you need any water?" She offered her a bottle of water but she refused it.

"Guys, I just felt overwhelmed. I just want to go home. Please." Hermione said, then looked out the window to watch the people go by.

Hermione lived in Wandsworth, just outside of London, in an off-white and blue-gray double story detached house in a quiet neighborhood. Harry helped Hermione bring her luggage to the door. "Thanks, Harry." She said to him as he hugged her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled out of the hug and replied, "Take care of yourself, we need you. See you soon, okay?" He kissed her cheek and headed down the walk back to the cab. Hermione watched her friends head down the road and disappear around the corner. She took in a deep breath as she opened the door and went inside. The house was dark, but she knew it well, after placing her luggage in the main entry room she turned on the lamp next to the couch and saw THAT man sitting there, wand at the ready.

"NO!" she screamed and tried to run, but was caught by a spell and fell to the floor. Stunned, but still conscience Hermione saw the man get up, walk to her side and kneel down, his wand pressed into her temple and he smiled.