Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter and the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Still the plot is mine although I wont sue you for stealing it. I will just cry! ::sad face::

A/N: Alright everyone this is going to be it! This is going to be the big one! The plot and story line I have been working on for two months! Gosh I wrote out a plot and everything!! Can you believe it? Well I barely can but a lass I have!! I got this idea while watching some Rocket Power! Go figure, well don't worry cause it has nothing to do with that show but it was just a random though that popped into my head. On the way my mind turns and twists!

Alright well a few important things... Number one: This story will take place five years after there seventh years at Hogwarts. Number Two: Voldermort and Harry are both alive and well busy trying to kill another. Number Three: The war is still on going and the dark side is winning, for now, but not by much! I know some might think this unrealistic but hey most Wars do last years even lifetimes.

This story, well I make no promises of length or time frame but I may take time to update because I will be going through and reediting things, a habit of mine if you all haven't noticed. Reviews and Flames are welcomed but please no cursing in them cause well that's kinda over the top! I am still working on two other stories, both without endings seen in the near future but I do promise to only have these three stories so I don't overwhelm myself!

I also promise to try to keep the characters true and in character but everyone, all characters, might be a bit more straightforward and darker. It's been five years of war but still no one will be suicidal or anything. They all still plenty of hope in them.

So any ways here is comes Chapter One!!

Broken Vow

Chapter One

Hermione Granger ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Wand in hand and heart pounding out of her chest. She ran with the knowledge that looking back was not an option. She needed every millisecond she had. Every twist and turn had to be correct. They were to close behind her to falter. She veered and glided past the bushes and trees without a thought. Her mind purely focused on one thing.

Survival.

Her breathing was heavy. Her small legs suddenly felt heavy and weak. Still she ignored the pain. The pain of her legs. The hunger pains from being starved for almost five days. The bruises and the gashes. The blood and sweat were no longer mattering anymore. Only one thing mattered now.

Her life was all that mattered.

So many times she had wished for the ability to give up. The ability to quit and let them destroy everything that was her. The ability to lose her soul. But she couldn't. She wasn't that kind of person, she never had been and never would be. She was a fighter and a damn good one at that. And if there was nothing to fight for, no light at the end of the tunnel then she would do it for herself. And herself only.

She heard them behind her. Bushes crashing with shouts of 'we are gaining on her.' She only looked ahead, her face tallying up more cuts from branches and bushes. As she passed a rather old tree she muttered a few words. With a flick of her wand the tree cracked and then fell to the forest floor giving her precious moments she would need. Unknown to the rather large group of death eaters behind her she happened to know exactly where she was. And she knew exactly what she was running to. As the thick brush began to thin she slowed her pace.

She stopped for a moment looking down at the ground. The ground that suddenly dropped of at least two hundred feet. The wind blew up sending her hair in every direction imaginable. She looked out towards the sunset and closed her eyes concentrating on her spell. The warm and soft colors dancing across her broken body filling her with warmth.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy." Her eyes shot open and her body tensed with fear. She spun around towards the sound of the voice. She had been wondering when he would show up. She should have known better then to think he wouldn't come. He was standing at the edge of the tree line. His smirk cold and his eyes dead. If it had been two years earlier she would have cried. She would have fallen apart at the sight of him. But that was then and now she only looked back at him. Blank.

"That's not my name anymore Draco." She hadn't even bothered to raise her wand. It would have been pointless. "It hasn't been my name for two years."

"Oh come now Granger. Am I really so bad." His voice was sadistic and cruel. The words meant to trigger something inside her. Yet she had frozen her emotions for him long ago. She had excepted the reality of the situation. She would always love him, this much she knew, but he was also evil. She knew had to remain stone faced in his presence.

"Well besides the mass killings and betraying me. Yeah you are that bad. In fact I was wondering where you were during the torturing sessions. You almost never miss those." He bowed his head sweetly.

"I apologize. I wanted to be there, truly I did. You know I enjoy nothing more then watching you scream but I had prior engagements." She smiled at him.

"Ah I should have known. You always did pick your boyfriend over me. Nothing new. How is your boyfriend by the way? Still nameless?" The sarcasm in her voice was thick. The agitation across his face was apparent.

"The Dark Lord is ever growing. As you are aware the latest attacks have been extremely effective."

"Depends on how recent they were. You know I've been busy the last five days." He was about to respond when there was a loud crash behind him. The death eaters were seconds away. She took a small step back standing at the edge of the cliff.

"Come on Granger time to go back to the dungeon and be tortured some more. They tell me you kept your mouth shut as usual." He held his hand out for her to take. A hand she knew so very well. A hand that had fit within her own. A hand that once wore a plain golden ring. A ring that had meant love and devotion. A ring that was only a memory of a man she had given it to. She looked back down at her own hand. Her ring finger still held the slight tan from where her own had been. So slight that only she could see it.

She looked back up at him and smiled. The wind blowing her hair and the small sweat beads running down her face. She looked at him. The boy that had stolen her heart and the man that had torn it apart. She would never understand how he was the same person that she had married.

"You of all people Malfoy should know I'm not that easy." She closed her eyes and stepped back. Yet she never hit the ground. He walked to the edge of the cliff knowing all to well she was gone. He looked down and smirked. His eyes dancing around looking at nothing in particular. Only laughing inwardly at his own stupidity. He should have know. He needed to start giving her more credit he mused.

She had survived being married to him. Barley.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was warm and brightly lit. She was at the secret command center for the light side. Her side. The side she had believe in her entire life. The one she refused to turn her back on.

She was standing alone. Her mind racing and her body screaming. But mostly her heartstrings tugging at her tear ducts.

How she ever managed to keep it together in front of him she would never know. Managed to banter with him and play his game. How she managed to stay sane around him when all she wanted to do was fall apart. But she had. She had been and done all the things she was supposed to do. And she was safe. For now.

Suddenly and without warning she felt her body shake with pain. Her eyes filled with tears and she didn't fight them this time. As her body crumpled to the floor the door opened. Ginny Weasley noticed Hermione right away. She ran to the girl that was now hysterical before calling for help. Moment's later Harry entered the room. Both sat by her side as they awaited a healer. Both whispering words of, 'Thank God you alive.' And 'Where did they take you?'

But she couldn't answer them. She couldn't hear them anymore. And they both knew why. Both understood without a comment of jester. They knew it was him. It was the only thing that caused Hermione Granger to cry this way.

Things were becoming dark and she knew she was crying herself to sleep. How she wished her own life didn't matter so much to her. But she was strong and wouldn't give up.

Still even the strongest of people had their one weakness. He was hers and she was his. She knew this much because he could have killed her. She could have killed him. Easily with a flick of there wands. Yet something inside them both didn't allow it. Still she feared the day when he could finally manage the courage to do it.

She knew one day he would.

A/N: So I know your all going... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DRACO!! Well don't worry it will get better, a lot worse, but eventually better. There will be flashbacks and such but this chapter was really just to get the story started. The next chapter and the rest will be very long and complicated. But I just wanted to make this kinda short so you all my wrap you brains around it and let me know if you like it! So review please!! Thank Ya!