Author's note: Ouch! Definitely went through and re-read this, and caught quite a few errors, so here's the actual correct version! "Boy Who Loved," really, how come no one pointed this out and laughed? Well, you probably did! Haha, here you go :)!

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, nor did I come up with the amazing stories of Harry Potter. This story line however, does belong to me.

This was it. After years of rising tension, it had finally reached its climax at the final battle. The war between light and dark. Between Voldemort and the Boy Who Lived - who was also her best friend – Harry Potter. Hermione had spent years preparing for the final battle, through her first year of friendship with Harry and battling the Venomous Tentacula to fending off dragons, to now. She was desperately trying to reach Harry's side and was almost there, mere metres away, when she was stopped by Bellatrix Lestrange.

Bellatrix was desperately trying to reach her Dark Master's side when she saw Granger trying to fight her way over to Potter. Knowing what she had to do, she raised her wand and screamed, "CRUCI-!"

Hermione shouted "EXPELLIARMUS" at the same time just before Bellatrix finished the unforgivable curse. The expression froze on her face, and she sank to the ground. Standing behind her was none other than Draco Malfoy with his wand raised, having just stunned his aunt. Hermione was shocked and could not believe her eyes. Even though her brain had accepted that Draco had been a spy for the Order for all this time, her heart had not truly accepted it until now. He had teased her relentlessly throughout her Hogwart's years and although she knew that he was on her side, the fact that he had stopped his aunt from hurting her made her finally realize his loyalty.

Hermione turned to briefly acknowledge Draco's help and continue to Harry's side.

"Don't mention it Granger," he said curtly to her.

She curtly nodded her thanks to him and moved to engage her next opponent. She was just about to reach Harry's side when she heard the yell of "GRANGER!" from beside her.

She quickly spun around and was surprised to see dark spots at the edge of her vision, triple of everything in front of her and searing pain explode all over her body. Her body continued its twist while falling into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was a flash of silver hair and the agony on Draco's face.

Two weeks later...

"She should be coming around anytime soon shouldn't she?" Came a faint voice to her right.

"It's been two weeks since she was hit, it should have started fading anytime by now ... " Softly drawled a different voice.

Hermione heard these voices as if from a great distance away and as much as she wanted to respond, her mind went blessedly numb.

Two days later ...

"Granger, if you're still there, please wake up, we're worried sick about you ... Hermione, please ... " pleaded a velvet-smooth voice.

3 hours later ...

Draco, Ron, Harry, and Ginny had been clustered around Hermione's bedside for the past two and a half weeks willing her to wake up, respond, twitch an eyelid ... anything to show that she still had a chance of coming around. It had been two and a half weeks of torture for them not knowing what was going on with her, and if she would ever wake up.

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