The Echo's of Our Voices

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. J.K. Rowling does. JUST A FAN OF THIS PAIRING SO MUCH

Prologue

The moon light showered upon the window from the head quarters, casting its light upon the two bodies that were entwined together in an embrace. As the moon showered it's light, Draco knew that they were losing time and that he had to go, to a place where he might never return and see her again.

They've been through a lot, over the pass few months since he had saved her from them. But now he had to go and finish the job ordered upon him, in order to protect her. Slowly he let go of her, and sat upon the bed. Slowly he looked at the angel sleeping beside him peacefully. Oh how he wished they could just remain locked up in this room, away from every one outside. But things will never be that easy for the two of them. Especially since he was the son of the right hand man of the dark lord, who was expected to be his heir; and she was best friends with the person who the dark lord wanted dead.

He then slowly left the bed, and made his way to the bathroom that connected their rooms. After changing and everything, he picked up his things from her room ready to leave. But the sound of her slowly waking up stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked rubbing her eyes while trying to wake. He sighed, returning to the bed and giving her a kiss. "It's best if you didn't know Hermione." Draco said slowly heading back towards the bed. "Draco…." She said as she cupped his face, tears that had formed from her eyes threatening to fall. Holding her wrists, Draco pulled Hermione's hands down, looking away. "Go back to sleep Hermione."

He stood up and left.

"I love you…"