One year, nine months, one week and four days had past. Voldemort had won in a battle more crazed and passionate than any other. Malfoy had chosen his side.

It had been more chosen for him, but no one seemed to care about that. His father had been proud of him when he had died, and that seemed to be all that mattered. But it was not.

Harry Potter was still alive, meaning that the prophecy was to go unfulfilled until either he or The Dark Lord killed one another. If this did not happen, it would never truly be over. Voldemort felt fear that he had only felt for one other person before...Dumbledore.

But he was gone, he had dove in front of Ronald Weasley, that red haired prat, blocking him from Avada Kedavra. Weasley had disappeared along with Potter, leaving only one behind...

Hermione Granger hated and loved Malfoy more than anyone could. They were secret lovers before he betrayed her and sided with Voldemort, though the Dark Lord understood the boy's intentions perfectly. He was not to kill this Hermione Granger.

In the last fight both Malfoy and Hermione had battled, though neither of them dared to mutter the two fateful words, knowing that they still wanted each other. He knew that when the war was won he would take Hermione, no matter what she had to say about it.

Malfoy had dreamt of doing this for years, even when they were enemies. But she was hardly loose enough to lose her virginity before marriage, but she wanted him just as passionately. He dreamed of her almost every night, remembering how he had tried to persuade her to join his side, the winning side.

Hermione Granger was and is a powerful witch, perhaps one of the most powerful of all. She uncovered new runic incantations used to heal, and her ambition was to become a Healer.

She would have made a hell of one, too. After the war was over all the warriors from the other side were either detained or killed, though it was up to the Death Eaters to decide. Voldemort cared little for these people, though he did wish that all the mudbloods would be killed, he knew what young Draco wanted.

The ones who were kept would eventually be sold into slavery, kept from escaping by similar magic used by the house elves. It took him one year, nine months, one week and four days but at last he found her. He found Hermione Granger.

I love it when the relationship is all dysfunctional, it makes a more interesting story. I know this chapter was short, but I'll elaborate next chapter.