Disclaimer: All characters are JKR's. I just play in her universe.
Blood was everywhere. It was running in rivers across the ground causing her to slip and slide across the grass as she ran, only serving to smear more blood that wasn't hers onto her clothes and congealing in her tangled mass of curls. The battle was nearly won, but she was running away from the last of the fighting, towards the field in which the first spells had been cast. Hermione ran until her lungs burned, but she didn't let up, she had to find him. She had been backtracking for some time constantly searching the ground for any sign of him as she went, but so far she'd had no luck. She had seen plenty of others lying dead, but none of their faces were the one she sought and she was too numb at this point to really register all the death around her.
Tears of desperation were falling down her dirty face leaving their traitorous marks across her cheeks, but she was too focused to care. She whipped her head to her left and veered around the bodies towards the sound that caught her attention. As Hermione rounded a small copse of trees she let out a small, strangled cry. There was no mistaking his white blond hair fanned across the ground like a halo, stained brown in places with mud and blood. She desperately hoped that the blood was not his own.
He wasn't moving and it worried her. The sound she heard was a fox come to see if there was a free meal to be had amongst all the dead. In her rage and disgust she reached down and picked up a sizeable rock and lobbed it towards the creature which turned tail and ran from the crazy human. She slid her way to his side with her hands shaking and tears falling in earnest down her face. Hermione reached out and tenderly stroked his face – he was freezing.
"No, oh, oh, gods no!" She sobbed as she took his wrist and felt for a pulse. It was impossible to tell with her own body trembling like a leaf, so she gulped in a couple lung-full of air to steady her hand, and tried again. There! He had a pulse but it was thready and weak, without immediate attention he would be gone soon.
Taking her wand in hand she pointed it directly at his heart. "Rennervate." He groaned softly and Hermione felt his pulse strengthen under her fingers. She gave him a cursory examination to see if he had any physical injuries, but there were none she could see. The color began to return to his lips and cheeks, which had turned an unnerving gray, and she was silently relieved to see him trying to rouse himself.
Draco opened his eyes slowly and groaned again when he tried to sit up. Whatever the spell was that hit him had thrown him across the field with incredible force and knocked him out. He could tell that he was unhurt in any other way, but his chest and back were incredibly sore and any movement was agonizing. A slight sheen of sweat appeared across his forehead and he startled when a hand brushed it away. His grey eyes snapped open and drank in the loving chocolate ones that met his gaze. "Hermione," he breathed.
He took in her appearance and noticed that she was practically covered in blood. "Gods, Hermione! Please tell me that's not all yours?" He indicated her bloodied clothing and clots in her hair. For the first time Hermione looked down and saw the state she was in and gasped.
"No, it's not mine. I'm fine, really. The ground is covered in blood and I slipped in it quite a bit when I was trying to find you." She smiled reassuringly at the concerned wizard. "What about you? Any other injuries that need to be tended to?"
He shook his head softly. "No, I just took a hell of a hit to the chest and then I slammed into the ground on my back, so I'm incredibly sore and will probably be black and blue for a while, but nothing else." She nodded absently and she rummaged through her bag.
"Accio Dittany." The tiny vial shot into her hand and she quickly pulled the stopper and held it to his lips. "Trust me."
He swallowed without argument and immediately felt the Dittany go to work loosening sore muscles and repairing broken blood vessels that would otherwise turn blue. Within minutes he was able to sit up without pain. "Thank you for everything." He reached out an aristocratic hand and stroked her muddy cheek. Hermione leaned into his gentle touch and placed her small hand on top of his. "I have to go before anyone notices me."
She nodded sadly and released his hand. "I know. I promise we will fix this mess so you can come home."
He gave a sad smile and shook his head. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Hermione admired his easy grace as he stood up and brushed off his pants, even with everything going on he still had an air of nobility and she admitted to herself that she was slightly jealous. He gallantly offered her his hand and helped her to her feet. Before she could say her goodbyes she was wrapped in a fierce embrace with Draco's soft lips demanding entrance to her mouth. She didn't put up any fight. As their tongues slid against each other and their lips molded into one, she cataloged and memorized every touch of him pressed against her body and the sweet flavor of his mouth.
It was over much too quickly. Resigned to his fate, Draco pulled away and tried to settle his features into something besides the pain of separation he was feeling. Hermione could see he was struggling to remain composed, but pretended she was not aware because of how sensitive he was to openly showing emotions. She stepped back and gave him some space, even though the distance was already too much for her to bear. "Take care, Draco. Have faith in us," he scowled slightly, "or at least have faith in me. I will make it possible for you to return soon."
"Don't wait for me, Hermione, just in case things don't work out. Promise me you'll be happy." She could only nod as her throat was closing up and the tears were threatening to fall, but she wasn't going to cry until he left. With a loud CRACK he Apparated and Hermione fell to her knees and sobbed until she was hoarse amidst the bodies, the blood, and the carrion eaters. After what seemed like hours she managed to find the strength to stand and she began the trek through the trees and across the field to where the last of the fighting had been going on. Her body felt numb and she moved with jerky, uncoordinated steps back to reality. The reality of a world without Voldemort, but also a world without Draco Malfoy; defector of the Dark, spy for the Order, her lover, and husband. She could only pray that it would all be cleared up with the Ministry soon. Oh gods, please don't let it take years!