Plot: What if the one you loved died? What if you found a way to go through different timelines and universes to be with them again? Would you do it?

"You know, I saw 14,000,605 different timelines. And he loved you in all of them."

A/N: Hello everyone and sorry about the late update, but my internet was down. So, here is chapter 9. Only one more to go. Still debating on the epilogue, but if I do write it, it will be posted much later than the normal 3 day postings. Still deciding. And, hey, if you have something that you want to see in the epilogue or any suggestions, send them to me! As always, thank you to everyone who has Favorited/followed/reviewed! You are amazing, and I am so glad you are enjoying this. I don't own anything that you recognize.

Chapter 9

Timeline 1,863,002

May 4, 1997

Hermione didn't remember spending her Hogwart's nights like this. Locked in the Room of Requirement wrapped around Draco. Sneaking around Harry and the map had been tricky, but magic was on her side. With a simple sticking and cloaking charm to the map, the name of Hermione Granger was temporarily stuck in the sixth year girls dormitory.

Draco's hand squeezed her hip as she lowered herself over him again and again. Her eyes were blindfolded and her hands were once again bound, this time to the headboard that Draco had thought up when creating the room.

"Just like that," Draco hissed, using the grip on her hip to guide her. Yes, Hermione agreed. "So good, you're doing so good."

Hermione moaned in agreement, tilting her hips just so, and Draco let out a long exhale, his fingers flexing into her skin.

When the crest of completion came, Hermione limply fell to the side, scooting back to the headboard to rest her arms. She felt Draco's hands slide over the skin of her arms to undo the bonds at her wrists. His mouth ghosted over her neck and collarbones, kissing her softly.

When her arms were set free and the blindfold removed, Hermione turned to face Draco, smiling at him as her eyes traced over his face.

"It's almost time," Draco whispered, and Hermione's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Draco searched her face. "Hermione?"

"Sorry," Hermione answered, trying to think. "My mind has shut down, apparently."

Draco smirked, "Oh yeah?" Hermione smiled in answer. "The stuff with Dumbledore, remember?"

Hermione's mind flickered to her own timeline's sixth year. Draco had been working under Voldemort's orders the whole year, fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. Was he working with Dumbledore in this timeline?

"So what happens?" She whispered, hoping that she was saying the right things.

"Well, it isn't all the way completed yet," Draco informed her, turning to lay on his back. "Severus said for it to be believable, and for the safety of the school, we are going to have to wait until closer to the end of the school year." His face turned towards her, and Hermione nodded. "But remember what I said. When the time does come, stay in your room."

Hermione spent Saturday morning sleeping in late. When she finally made her way down the stairs, Ron and Harry were making their way out of the common room, brooms over their shoulders. She waved them on, calling that she would be out to watch them in a little while.

The day passed by in a blur of books and Quidditch, Hermione falling back into her old school schedule with ease. She wasn't sure how long she would be here, and she didn't want to complete her exams without being fully prepared. A little after lunch, Ron landed his broom to go eat.

"Are you coming, Harry?" Hermione called out, watching Harry continue to do drills on his broom.

"Go on without me!" He called down in answer. Carefully, Hermione placed all of her books back into her bag and walked to the castle with Ron.

"Fred owled me this morning," Ron said as they crossed the grounds. "Wanted to ask me if I thought you might give them some help on something they are working on."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Are they going to test it out on first years?"

"I don't think so," Ron laughed. "They've been testing them on each other and Lee." Hermione laughed, shaking her head.

"Fine," she agreed, "tell him to owl me."

They entered the Great Hall to see that it was mostly empty. Lunch was coming to an end, and they had passed most of the students out on the grounds. "Hungry?" Ron asked, sitting down and placing his broom on the table.

"Not really," she answered, shaking her head. "I think I might go return some of these books and check out a few different ones. I'll see you later."

Ron waved, and Hermione made her way out of the Great Hall and towards the library. Madam Pince glared at Hermione as she set the books in the return bin, quickly grabbing them and looking over them for any damage.

Hermione walked over to the Creatures section of the library. Surely they might have some information on Hydra's? But after looking through the few books that mentioned Hydra's, Hermione had to accept that there wasn't any more information here than back in the Department of Mysteries in her own timeline.

Sighing, Hermione walked towards the books on wandless casting, and flicked through a few. Finding two that looked promising, Hermione checked them out and started making her way towards the Gryffindor common room, her nose in a book.

Suddenly, someone shoved into her shoulder. "Hey!" She called out, but the student, possibly a third year Ravenclaw, continued running. "Sorry!" He called over his shoulder, jumping onto one of the staircases and racing up it.

Three more people ran down the hall, dodging around Hermione. "You aren't supposed to run in the hall!" Hermione called out, but they didn't slow down.

Seeing another group of people running, Hermione grabbed one of them, stopping them. The fourth year Hufflepuff tried to break out of her grip, and Hermione tightened her fingers. "What is going on?" Hermione asked.

"There's been a duel! All of the teachers are on the seventh floor!" She told Hermione before breaking free and taking off running to catch up to her friends.

"A duel?" Hermione questioned. Hermione tried to think back to her own timeline, but she couldn't remember any duels on the seventh floor. Shrugging, Hermione thumbed her book back open, continuing on her way to the Gryffindor Common Room.

But before she could get very far, she heard her name being called. "Hermione!" Hermione looked up to see Ginny and Luna making their way towards her at a run.

Hermione closed her book and stopped, waiting on them to catch up.

"Hermione!" Ginny gasped when they reached her, her breath coming out in huffs. "Harry and Malfoy!"

Hermione's heart stuttered. Dropping the book on the ground, Hermione turned on her heel and ran as fast as she could to the seventh floor. She pushed students out of her way, ignoring their words as they yelled after her.

Why were they on the seventh floor? Hermione's legs burned as she ran up flights of stairs. Her bag knocked against her hip, and Hermione grabbed it. Pulling it above her head, she pulled it off and threw it onto the floor, never breaking stride.

She could see a swarm of students, and above their heads she could make out the bright yellow hat of Dumbledore. Hermione elbowed her way through the crowd. "Move!" She snapped, shoving them aside to get through.

When the last student was moved, Hermione came to a halt. Harry was standing next to Professor Dumbledore, shaking. Dumbledore was talking to McGonagall, gesturing to Harry. Hermione's eyes continued to scan, her eyes landing on Snape. He was kneeling on the ground, his hands and wand waving in the air. Beside him, Madam Pomfrey kneeled, casting with her wand in the same motions.

And between them, two long legs stretched out. The torso was blocked by Snape and his damnable black robes. But Hermione already knew who it was.

"Hermione!" Harry called, finally spotting her. But Hermione ignored him, crossing the floor quickly towards Draco.

There was no bathroom, no water on the floor to mix with the blood, no ghost flying about. Just Draco, sliced deeper and cut more than Hermione remembered, still on the stone floor. She dropped to the ground beside his head, lifting it carefully into her lap.

"Miss Granger-" Madam Pomfrey started.

"Not now!" Hermione snapped at her, cutting off her words.

She wasn't going to leave, not now. Her eyes drifted over his face, refusing to look at the bloody mess that was his chest. "Draco?" She whispered, her fingers ghosting over his cheek. The hum of the student's voices around her faded into the background as she sat there, trying to find any sign of life.

Snape continued to work alongside Pomfrey, but it was futile. There was no flare of nostrils. No soft puff of air that suggested an exhale. No flicked of eyes under closed eyelids. The blood gathered around Hermione, refusing to return back to the body it spilled from.

Hermione sat there, cradling Draco's head, until Snape slowly lowered his arms. The white noise of the students grew louder in her ears, and Hermione lifted her gaze from Draco's face to meet the black eyes of Severus Snape.

Snape studied her for a moment. Draco must have told him about her and their relationship. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and looking back down at Draco.

She could feel the time turner pressed against her chest. It was almost time for her to go. She knew that. But how could she leave? Harry was a murderer. What would happen to him now? What about the war? There were too many unknowns.

But as the purple glow emitted from her shirt collar, Hermione carefully picked Draco's head from her lap and placed it on the ground.

She stood, and she could feel the blood that had soaked into her clothes. Turning away from Snape, Dumbledore, Harry, and Draco, Hermione walked down the hallway and into an empty classroom.

She waved her wand, locking the door, just as the purple light enveloped her, whisking her away through time.