Darkness.
Some rustling.
….her head felt fuzzy, as if she had slept for a long time. Heavy limbs that ached from misuse, but what ached even more was the hole in her chest where her heart should be. She wondered what had happened but was unable to make up any coherent thoughts.
Her mind was blank.
What had happened? The war? How was she still alive? What about… But then her normally over thinking mind just pushed it all away from her, trying not to think about it.
A bad feeling spread through her body, it felt like ice ran through her veins, paralyzing her.
Something was wrong, she just knew it the way that she felt empty, the way that she was supposed to feel something but did not. Not knowing frightened her to the core. She was someone who always tried to know all the facts, gaining confidence from analyzing and planning ahead. But her head seemed void, having buried all information into the deepest recesses of her mind.
Not standing to not know what was going on around her she opened her eyes for the first time since waking.
First was a blinding light and she instantly closed her eyes again, moaning lowly through her dried and cracked lips. Blinking she slowly tried again. She lay on a bed in an unfamiliar room, white walls all around her and a window half-opened to the left. The breeze that wafted through the room dried the perspiration on her skin. She felt sick. She must have lain here for quite some time, there where flowers on her bedside table. The absence of any beeping noises from an ECG or any other muggle hospital devices told her that she was probably in St. Mungos since she knew she wasn't in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.
The question was; how and why she got here. The last she remembered was her fighting Death Eaters in Hogwarts. Voldemort had started a big attack, killing students and Order members alike. She knew that they had lost many, but she did not remember whom exactly. Was Harry still alive? He must be otherwise she would have been dead or rotting in some underground Death Eater dungeon.
Did that mean Voldemort was dead? She wasn't sure, there were so many holes in her memories, she felt like she was missing an important fact.
That's when it shot her. Draco.
One word and she felt like her world was crumbling.
Where was Draco? He wasn't there. She knew he was fighting with her in the Hogwarts battle. When did she see him the last time? He should be here by her side. If not that could only mean he was…. Hermione moaned out of pain already feeling tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Where was he? She felt like something ripped her insides apart, she remembered, she saw him fall. Between all the people fighting and spells whizzing by her ears she couldn't get to him. Where was he? She tried to remember if the spell that him was an Avada. Was it a green jet of light? A blue? Where was Draco? But if he wasn't here it could only mean one thing.
Draco was dead.
A/N: That she thinks Draco is dead doesn't mean he is. I know there isn't much info in this chapter but it's more like a teaser. Let me know if I should continue this ….or not. I'm even happy about a short: "I hate/love it"! ; )