A/N: This is my first post on this account. I have another one but there are a lot of bad, or at least underdeveloped stories - and I wanted a new slate. This is a series of Hermione/Draco-centric one shorts and drabbles - all based off of and including a line of a song. I don't know who is going to read this, if anyone does, but if you have any suggestions then I will try to use them. The lyrics I've already picked out include Metallica to Red Hot Chili Peppers to Linkin Park to Queen to Muse ... so there is definitely some variety. Enjoy!

1.

Hermione awoke to the sound of pacing feet. Whoever it was, they were obviously very nervous, eccentrically shuffling their shoes against the floor with occasional pauses. Hermione mentally chuckled at the idea of them tripping but as her grogginess wore off, she remembered the previous battle and became aware of the pain.

"Ouch," Hermione stated suddenly, causing the feet to come to an abrupt halt. Now that she was aware of it, it seemed as if everything ached. A second passed and Hermione heard the feet running towards her. She slowly opened her eyes to see her boyfriend of two years frowning anxiously down at her.

"What's your name?" Draco hastily spouted. "Do you know where you are? Can you remember what year it is? How old are y-"

"You're making my headache worse, Draco," Hermione chastised.

Draco shook his head frantically. "I need to make sure you are alright," he quickly explained. "Now, what is your favorite color? What are your parents names? Who are your two, very annoying, best friends?"

"Honestly," Hermione muttered, clearly annoyed. At Draco's unyielding face she sighed and answered, "My name is Hermione Granger, I am-" Hermione paused and looked around. Slightly startled, she continued, "Apparently I am in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts, the year is 1999, I am nineteen years old, my favorite color is dark purple, my parents are Jane and Charlie Granger but they are currently living in Austrailia under the aliases of Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and Harry and Ron are my two best friends. Satisfied?"

The relief was immediately evident on Draco's face as he nodded. He smiled contently at his girlfriend, overjoyed that she was alright, and then frowned.

His concern made Hermione worried in turn. "I know that face, Draco. It's the same face you had when you told me Crookshanks died."

"The Order is attacking Voldemort tonight. Lupin thinks it will finally be the end."

Hermione needed a moment before she was able to process what he had just said. Thinking out loud she whispered, "Tonight? But that doesn't make sense ... Voldemort just attacked Hogwarts ... everyone is recovering ..." Hermione's confusion was clear.

"We're planning on attacking while Voldemort is unaware and still recuperating. We had our fair share of injuries, but there was much greater damage to Voldemort's side," Draco explained. As he talked, Draco closely examined Hermione's reaction to each word.

Hermione was still dazed. "When do we leave? How is it organized? Where are we attacking?"

"We?" Draco questioned. "Hermione, you were caught with Karkaroff, Flint and both Carrows. You are not fighting."

"I can't leave you there Draco. I have to help."

He shook his head. "You have a broken leg, a fractured hip, blood loss, multiple strains and a concussion. You won't be able to heal fast enough, even with the absurd amount of skelegrow you've taken."

"Draco," Hermione started.

"No," he said forcefully. "No. It would be suicide for you to go and everyone agrees. You can't walk, let alone fight."

Hermione knew he was right but could not bring herself to admit it. She had to be there. What if Harry needed her? What if Ron's foolish bravery got him hurt? What if they took Draco...

The door to the Hospital Wing opened and Harry, Tonks, Seamus, Mundungus and Lupin walked in. Harry walked over to Hermione and gave her a gentle hug, not wanting to aggravate any of her injuries. Hermione smiled at him and said, "I swear to god, if you come back hurt in any way and I wasn't there to help you I will kill you myself."

Harry smiled at his friend and replied, "I wish you would be there. But we need to keep you safe; that is far more important." He turned to Draco. "Malfoy," he said with soft authority. "It's time to go. Everyone is assembling in the Great Hall."

Draco nodded and turned back to Hermione with new determination in his eyes. "Look, Hermione. If I-"

Unwilling to hear what she knew he was about to say, Hermione cut in, "Draco, don't. Everything will be fine."

"No, just listen," he murmured softly. "If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. Alright? If worst comes to worst, I know that there is a certain red head and scar face that will take care of you. Just remember that I love you."

Hermione whispered back, "I love you too, Draco." She met his eyes in an intense gaze as she added, "Come back?"

Draco nodded and kissed her forehead before walking out the door.

A/N: Oops. That was kind of a depressing start ... My bad. The next one will be much more lighthearted. Although I do tend to lean to the more angst-filled, sorrowful fics - just a heads up.

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on - Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen