Hello, this is my first Harry Potter fic. I've fallen in love with Dramione and couldn't help but write one of my own. I hope you enjoy it!

Fix You

"Expulso!" Someone shouted.

"HARRY!" Ron called out as Harry Potter narrowly avoided a blast from a death eater. The impact of the blast, however, had Harry flying, hitting his head hard against a tree.

"Blaise, check on Harry!" Draco ordered as he watched the dark skinned Italian hold his broken left leg.

"Bloody hell." Ron said as he came up behind Draco and now had their backs to each other. "How many more are there?"

"Simple bloody mission, they said." Draco scoffed he shook off the pain from his broken right hand. He saw movement in the shadows and quickly avoid the attack and had cast his own. "Weasel, there should be one more left."

Ron killed the last death eater that was going after Harry and Blaise.

"That should be the last of-"Before the redhead could even finish he felt a hot surging pain against his back as he fell over. He fell to his knees and cried out in pain that got the attention of the blond male next to him.

"Weasley!" Draco said as he shot a curse at the hidden death eater behind him.

Ron shook his head as he looked down. There was a hole through his chest and he was bleeding profoundly. Coughing out blood, he fell onto his back as he looked around his surroundings. This couldn't be happening. Everything hurt. An image of Hermione entered his mind as he placed a shaking hand over his wound. Merlin…he was in trouble now.

He looked around to see that Harry was unconscious. Based on how he had hit the tree earlier, Ron wouldn't be surprised if Harry ended up in a coma. Blaise looked like he was about to pass out from all the fighting. His leg was bent in a weird angle. Finally his dimming blue eyes fell upon the Malfoy heir himself. The death eater Draco was fighting had run away. Draco ran over to him to inspect his injuries. It was too late to do anything.

"Hold on. We're going to bring you back. Hold on." Draco shouted at him as Ron felt his eyelids become heavy. Ron began to tune him out.

His poor family. They had already lost Fred. They were going to lose him too.

Harry. He was going to lose his brother. This was their job as Aurors. This was his mission. Harry was going to blame himself. He just knew it.

Hermione. Oh Hermione. She didn't even know about the mission. Ron knew she would have wanted to go if she knew. She was going to be so angry with him. Maybe this was karma for not telling her. He should have told her. He should have told her he loved her before he left. It was too late now. This was going to hurt her. His family would be grieving. Harry and Blaise wouldn't be able to help.

He felt his breathing get shorter.

He had to find someone to help Hermione. He couldn't leave without knowing that she was going to be okay. He owed her that much. Draco would do. He would be the one. Memories flashed through his mind. Their lives before and after the final battle of Hogwarts.

"Oi! Listen to me bastard. Don't close your eyes."

Was Malfoy still talking to him?

"Ferret…" Ron struggled to say as his bloody hand grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt and brought him close. "Hermione." He wheezed. "T-Take care of Hermione." He struggled to say without choking on his own blood. "You better take care of her."

Ron could barely make out what Draco was saying to him now. He just wanted to close his eyes. Closing his eyes for the final time, his grip on Draco's collar weakened. A tear rolled down his cheek. Draco would be his best bet for her.

'Hermione, I'm sorry…'

-X-

Draco stood in front of the emerald green door as he gave it a few knocks. He waited as he heard running coming from inside. The door opened widely to reveal Hermione Granger in all her muggle-born glory. Hermione's eyes widened with surprise. He didn't blame her. It wasn't every day you expect Draco Malfoy at your doorstep.

"Malfoy?" Hermione questioned as she opened the door more widely to allow him in. "It's been a while."

"Granger." Draco nodded as he slowly walked in.

"Let me get tea ready." Hermione asked as she headed to the kitchen.

Draco tried to stop her but she had already left. He sighed as he looked around her living room. It was very homey and warm. He'd give her that. Walking to a display case, he saw pictures of friends throughout the years.

He stumbled upon a picture taken two years ago of the day Harry, Ron, Blaise, and himself became Aurors. The picture took place five years after the war. The four of them had put the past behind them and became friends. Ron and himself had a harder time due to family matters and their past but thanks to Blaise and Harry, the transition from enemies to friends became easier. They were all about twenty-five years of age now.

Draco couldn't help but smirk as the picture was of their celebration party. It was a large group picture consisting of the golden trio, Ginny, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, Theo, Neville, and Luna. Everyone seemed to be next to his or her significant other in the picture except for himself. He was supposed to be engaged to Astoria Greengrass but it never felt right between them and broke it off. Studying the picture more, Hermione had linked arms with Ron and himself. This was before those two got together. The smirk suddenly turned into a frown.

Ron. How was he going to break it to her of what happened last night? It was supposed to be an easy mission.

After the war, there were still death eaters who didn't give up their purpose and had begun to recruit people to join their cause. Recently, there had been attacks on muggles and it was their jobs as Aurors to stop them. It had gotten serious when the attacks were getting closer to Hermione's hometown. Harry and Ron made it their mission to make sure to stop them and asked Blaise and Draco for help. They were the top four of their year and the mission should have been a little easier when they heard that there were only four death eaters making havoc. They had miscalculated and with their mistake, they had lost Ron in the process.

Harry. Harry was in a coma. His wife Ginny should have heard about it by now and told her family. He wondered if the hospital told them about Ron as well. Blaise was in the hospital for his broken leg. His fiancé Pansy would be there. Ron entrusted him to tell Hermione. Why him, he had no idea.

"Sorry that took so long." Hermione said coming back in with a tray. "I've been kind of out of it. Harry and Ron went on this quick scouting mission for work. Its not like they haven't done it before. I've just been anxious because he would have owl'd me by now."

"Granger, listen…" Draco began to say. "This is why I'm here. Wea-Ron, he…it wasn't a scouting mission."

Hermione had gotten eerily quiet now. She was still pouring tea for the both of them. It sounded like she wasn't even breathing.

"What are you saying Malfoy?" Her tone had gotten from cheery to cold. "What happened?" It was then she noticed his broken arm. "Malfoy, what happened?"

"We had a mission to track down a few death eaters attacking your homeland. Blaise and I accompanied them on that mission." By 'them', Hermione knew he was speaking about her friends. "He didn't make it." With the sound of the teapot shattering to the ground, Draco closed his eyes. He shouldn't have been the one to tell her.

"D-didn't make it?" She repeated. She suddenly turned around and stepped closer to him. Her cheeks red with anger and eyes watering. She grabbed a hold of his collar and shook him. He wondered if she was going to punch him in the face again. "Where's Harry? Why was it you who came here?"

"Potter is in a coma." Draco said. "She-weasel should be on her way to St. Mungo's. We were able to bring back his body."

"No. No. NO!" Hermione cried as she started to beat on his chest. She suddenly fell to her knees and covered her face. "Why are you the one okay? Why didn't you do anything to help him?!"

"Granger, I-"

"Sod off." Hermione spat

When the blond made no movement to leave, Hermione grabbed a few of her pillows from her couch and threw one at her. "I SAID SOD OFF!"

"Tch." Draco glared at her as he turned around and headed towards the door. "I don't know why I bothered."

Hermione heard him mutter the words 'Malfoy Manor' and disappeared from her living room. She fell to her side. Grabbing onto one of the other pillows on the floor, she curled up to a ball and held it tight.

"Ron…" Hermione sobbed.

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Poor Hermione. Thank you all for giving this story a try. I hope to hear what you all think. Please wait patiently for my next update!

-Love Kumiko