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AUTHOR NOTE: THIS IS THE BACKGROUND AND THE FIRST CHAPTER! ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Prologue

Voldemort was dead, and so was Harry, but the war was far from over. Hermione, who had gone 'missing', was the new leader of the Order of the Phoenix. Appointed after both Dumbledore and Harry died, she was a powerful and beautiful witch. Draco Malfoy was the new Dark Lord- handsome, but with a heart nearly frozen over. Back before Hermione and Draco had gone missing (which was actually hiding), they had been lovers, deeply in love, but war had taken its toll, and on both sides their hearts were broken, each still loving the other, but not knowing the consequences. This is their story.

Chapter One

McGonagall looked at the torn young woman, who only months ago was smiling, laughing with her best friends. Now, she was the only one left. In fact, Hermione was surprised that she hadn't gone insane yet. But Draco was keeping her from teetering over the edge- oh if only they could be so carefree once again. With the upcoming final-final battle, things only seemed to get worse. Most of her loved ones were six feet under the ground. But Draco, was he alive? Healthy? Her mind reeled, not wanting Draco, her last hope to have died. A year ago, if you had told her that she and Draco were in love, she would have laughed and called you insane. But now, there was nothing to laugh over. It was all gone, like wisps of smoke blown away by the wind.

No one knew where he was, but Hermione didn't have the time to dream over things, she was the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, the one who was the stop the cruel and inhumane murders, but if only, if only.

"Hermione, Hermione!" said Snape, who had been like a parental figure after her own parents had died, strangely warming up to her.

"The final battle is to be upon us in two weeks, or sooner!" and with a flourish of his robes, Snape went to go and prepare. Hermione sighed, so much to do but so little time. After all, this might be the last two weeks of her life. And though she had spent a blessed eight months being with him, it was too soon.

Meanwhile, back in the well hidden headquarters of the Dark Lord, the meeting was adjourned, and the handsome man's eyes darkened, sneering at the deatheaters. They were so easily manipulated, it was pitiful. But Hermione, she was not so easily swayed- his lips twitched up a bit; it was the most emotion he had shown in quite a while. But where was Hermione? Oh, how he loved her, but she was gone now, stolen away from him by the Order of the Phoenix, and he would kill all of them together- just to get her back.

Draco's memory whisked him back in time, it was always memories of her now.

Flashback

Hermione started at Draco with sparkling amber eyes, saying with a hopeful lilt,

" Draco, if we're separated, you'll come and find me- right? And we'll be together forever."

But her voice soon faded away and Draco was returned back to reality

Flashback over

The simple words echoed in his mind, and he would find her, no matter what it would take. He had so much power, he could probably kill half the bloody order if he felt like it, and their leader too. He was almost looking forward to it- and he was going to win, and see the shocked expression on their leader's face. Draco was planning on doing the last part the muggle way, with a dagger. The excruciating pain was an extra bonus. Then again, things would definitely go that well for him, after all he was the Dark Lord. He had just forced the order into a battle that would be two weeks from now. And that would be a wonderful reunion between him and his love.

He had heard that the new leader of the Order was a talented witch. Draco scoffed, they probably picked McGonagall, that old bat. She would pay for all those points that she took of Slytherin. Coming to think about it, they were the ones at fault, but at least he had a reason to go a get rid of the Order. He would do it fast too, by stealing away the Order's new power source.