AN: I think it should be extremely obvious by now that I own nothing in the HP World. This is JK's playground, she just lets me play here every now and then. :)

I know, I know...Another new story. I can't help myself. I swear I will get around to updating all of my others, I will. Just...please bear with me. My muse is a bit flighty, and goes wherever she feels, dragging me along for the ride. Even if I don't want to go.

I've always wanted to write an 'Immediately Post-War' fic, and a Viktor/Hermione fic, so...here it is. Despite it being right after the war, I'm going to try and keep it light and happy. But, we'll see, I guess.

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"How's it going, Fred?" Hermione asked, squatting down next to his prone form on the floor of the Great Hall.

"Oh, you know. Had a wall fall on me, can't feel my legs," he answered flippantly, but Hermione heard a bit of fear enter his voice. "But, on the upside, I got to hear Perce make a joke today, so there's that," he added, giving her a shaky smile.

"Ha. Sorry I missed that," she said, smiling gently back at him. "Listen, everything's going to be fine, Fred. I promise you that. But, just in case you're worried..."

"I'm not worried," he interrupted.

"Of course not," Hermione smiled, reaching out and pushing his hair away from his dirty face. "But, I thought you should know what's happening."

"Okay. Hit me with it, Granger," Fred said, closing his eyes dramatically. "You can tell me. How long have I got?" he asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes at his acting. "Knowing my luck, another hundred and fifty, two hundred years," she said, laughing.

"That long?" he asked in an even more dramatic voice. "Think of all the pranks...I'll get to play!" he laughed, winking at her.

Hermione burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Shut it, you. I'm trying to be serious here," she said.

"I hate to break it to you, love, but you're not succeeding," Fred said, turning his eyes toward her. "Sirius didn't have nearly as good a figure," he said. "Although, he did have better hair." he added, smirking.

"Don't I know it. That man loved his hair more than Lucius Malfoy does," Hermione laughed, getting a laugh out of Fred, as well.

"Now, in all seriousness, Fred," Hermione said, composing herself. "The Healer's working on your case said that because of the location of your injury, as well as how delicate it is to treat spinal cases, they're going to have to paralyze you from the neck down. They need you not to move, and give your body time to heal. You're going to be concious, but you won't be able to move for the next few weeks, maybe longer," she said.

Fred stared at her for a few moments, trying to absorb what she said. "So," he started, "in other words, I'll just get to lay there, having people cater to my every need for who know's how long?" he asked.

"Well...yes, essentially," she answered, shrugging.

A wide smile crossed his face, making her narrow her eyes. "Well, let's get on with it, Granger!" he laughed, feeling giddy.

Hermione smiled, shaking her head again. Even with a serious injury, Fred was still as silly and mischievious as always. And, especially now, in his circumstances, his attitude gave her hope that the future was going to be okay.

"Alright, then. I'll go get Healer Davis," she said, slowly rising to her feet, wincing as her knees cracked as she straightened up.

"Hey, Granger?"

"Yeah, Fred?" she asked, looking back at him as he stared up at her.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

"No thanks needed, Fred," she said, winking. "It's what families do." she said, turning to go find the Healer.

Hermione found Healer Davis a little way down, working on another patient in the temporary triage unit in the Great Hall. The older woman smiled as Hermione informed her that Fred was eager to get going on his treatment, although Hermione didn't feel the need to inform her of his main reason.

"You apprenticed with Poppy, correct, Granger?" Davis asked, walking with Hermione back to Fred's area.

"Yes, ma'am. My sixth year," Hermione answered, walking beside the older woman.

"Good," Davis grunted. "Pick a patient and get to work, then."

Hermione stopped in her tracks. "Ma'am? I don't..."

"You trained with Poppy, and she trained under me," Davis said, turning toward Hermione. "She was my best student, and she's still one of the best Healer's around. If she trained you like I trained her, I trust you to treat some of the injured," she said. "Get to it, now."

Hermione wanted to jump for joy, but kept her composure. "Yes, Healer Davis," she said, nodding. Turning, she saw people everywhere who needed help, but had no idea where to start. It wasn't until she saw Parvati sitting at one of the tables, holding a towel to her head, that she made a decision.

Walking over to Parvati, Hermione gave her a small smile. "Do you need a Healer, Parvati?" she asked.

Parvati sighed, nodding slightly. "Unfortunately, I do," she said. "But, I promised Lav's parents I'd sit with her until they could get here," she added, glancing to her right, where a badly injured Lavender lay, covered by a blanket from the infirmary.

"Well," Hermione started, biting her lip, "I can help, if you'd like. I worked with Madam Pomphrey all sixth year, so I know what I'm doing."

"Would you, please?" Parvati asked, looking up at her old dorm-mate.

"Sure," Hermione said, smiling gently. "Here, let me take this," she said, reaching for the towel Parvati had been holding to her head. "Well, that's not too bad," she said, seeing the gash on the right side of her head. "I mean, you might have a bit of a scar, but not too much of one," she added.

Parvati scoffed, flicking her eyes toward Hermione. "I don't care about having a scar, Hermione. I mean, Lav's definitely going to have one, so..." she shrugged, trailing off.

"But, she is going to be okay, right?" Hermione asked, conjuring a bowl of warm water and a clean towel to wash Parvati's injury. "This might hurt a bit, sorry," she said.

Parvati winced as Hermione rubbed the dirt and grime away from her gash. "It's alright," she said. "And, yeah, she's going to be alright. The Healer who looked at her thinks she might have a few...tendencies...but probably won't fully turn," she said, lowering her voice.

"Well, that's good, right?" Hermione asked, vanishing the bowl of dirty water and the dirty towel. "At least she's alive, 'Vati," she said.

"Yeah. She is, isn't she?" Parvati asked, cracking a smile.

"She is," Hermione answered, nodding. Giving her wand a little flick, she summoned the box of plasters she had in her bag, intending to use them on Parvati's head. She'd rather pour a bit of dittany on it, but with nearly everyone having some kind of injury, Hogwarts was running a bit low on it.

"Alright, 'Vati," Hermione started, smoothing down the last of the three large plasters she had put on her head wound, "these should hold you until you can get some dittany, or a healing potion."

Parvati reached up and grabbed Hermione's hand, turning her head up to look at her. "Thank you, Hermione," she said, giving her a smile. "Really. Thank you."

Hermione returned her smile, squeezing Parvati's hand. "You're welcome, 'Vati," she said. "I'll come visit Lavender once she's settled at St. Mungo's."

"She'd like that," Parvati said. "She's missed you, you know? We both did."

"Strangely enough, I missed her, too," Hermione nodded, smiling. "And you, Parvati," she winked. After a moment, she and Parvati dropped hands, and Hermione moved to find someone else in need of her help.

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XOXO - Onyx Obsidian