I don't own anything!  At all!

Hermione looked around her, the land of her memories. Everywhere she looked she saw dead grass and sagging flowers. She walked gently down, and some must have thought she was floating, she walked so carefully. Indeed, she walked as if not to jostle a healing wound, as if bouncing around would tear a hole in her heart.

(r&r - and if you don't do it here, do it somewhere else.)

Her bed depressed and someone sat down on it.  She still didn't turn, still a statue. 
The voice brought back from the brink.

"Hermione.  Sweet heart."

An old friend of Draco's comes to visit, but will Draco take her advice or will he remain on his current path and disregard it?

. Small children were hiding behind their parent’s robes; women were holding onto their dead lovers and weeping; men standing together in huddles murmuring, some poor depressed souls staring wildly out to space.

When Hermione wakes there is someone extremly special awaiting her.