A lone tear dropped onto the page of the book she was reading, she wiped her cheek and sighed before putting the book down. She stared through the window at the vast sea before her, its waves crashing on the shore.

Five months had passed but it hadn't lessened the pain. She didn't know how it happened only that it did. She thought they were happy, they loved each other, she felt like she could touch the sky with how high she was on that happiness. But it seemed now that she was only imagining things, that what she felt was purely one-sided.

Hermione let out another sigh, "It will do me no good to dwell on what's passed I suppose." She stood up on her weak legs with her hands on the window sill for leverage.

"Mila!" She called out and almost immediately a pop sounded signaling the arrival of her house elf.

"Miz be needing something?" The elf asked.

"Uh yes, would you be so kind as to get me my crutches darling?" Her arms were straining from the effort it took to hold herself upright.

"Mila can just bring Miz where she need go."

"Oh I wouldn't want to impose on your time Mila, and I'm quite heavy you see." Her arms gave out and she fell back onto the cushioned bench.

Mila gave her a disapproving look, "My господин tells me do what Miz be needing not Miz be wanting."

The elf snapped her fingers and all of a sudden Hermione was floating in the air surrounded by a blue mist that felt like a cloud on her skin, another snap and she was fast asleep.

"Miz Mione be stubborn like bull, good thing she has господин . Miz would listen not otherwise." Mila brought Hermione to her bedroom and set her down on her newly changed sheets, the old ones stained with blood.

Hermione woke up several hours later with dinner on her nightstand along with her medication and a note from Mila in her elegant cursive.

'Miz knows what not and what to do, all Mila says is to eat before drinking her potions else Miz will upset her stomach. Mila will be out for groceries and a few errands, it is best Miz stay off her feet'

Even though both of them know that she won't stay put, which was probably why her crutches were right beside her bed. Hermione grabbed the tray off her nightstand and removed the stasis charm thoughtfully put there by Mila, right before she devoured everything.

After she was done eating she grabbed her crutches and made her way into the living room to get back to her book. She maneuvered her frail form onto the sofa and dropped her crutches beside the seat before summoning her book from the other side of the room.

A couple of pages into her book the doorbell rang. She stood from the couch and hobbled over to the door, her crutches ignored. She was expecting Dominik along with his new batch of potions.

She opened the door and almost fell over when she saw who was at the door, a hot flash of anger crept up her spine at the sight of her ex but it was quickly replaced with resignation.

"What do you want Draco?" She asked tiredly, leaning on the door frame for support.

Draco looked nervous, "I just wanted to talk," he said.

"I think you've done enough talking for the both of us last time. I know very well of your opinion about me and our relationship. Now if that is all, you may leave now."

She went to close the door when Draco stuck his foot in.

She let out a sigh of frustration but fortunately ceased closing the door, "State your case then leave. I don't want you here."

"Can I at least come inside?" Draco asked to which Hermione replied with a glare.

Draco sighed, and his shoulders slumped.

"I know I hurt you-" Hermione cut him off.

"You did more than hurt me Draco." She said in a steely voice.

"I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear?!" He shouted.

"It's a start! But where do you get off on yelling at me when you were the one who wronged me?!" The nerve of this arrogant cad! Thought Hermione.

"I'll admit that what I did was wrong, but you can't deny your own part in the downfall of our relationship."

"My part?!" Hermione scoffed. She was getting angrier by the second, and if Draco didn't shut up soon he'd be on the receiving end of a nasty hex.

"Yes, you weren't being much of a girlfriend then were you? I barely saw you at home! And at the rare times you actually were, you were busy doing something else instead of..." He trailed off, realizing how much of a bastard that made him sound like.

"Instead of what Draco?" Her voice was dripping with righteous fury, and her blood was pumping with adrenalin while she ignored the searing pain in her head.

"I..."

"Don't try to justify your actions by making me out to be the bad guy! And what in Godric's name are you talking about barely seeing me at home?! Every time I wanted to spend time with you, you blew me off to go out with your precious Dawn! And every conversation we had was about her! Dawn this and Dawn that! Don't try to pin this on me Draco. This is all your f-"Black spots unexpectedly invaded her vision and she let go of the door as she passed out.

Draco caught her swiftly, worry and panic etched on his face. He carried her to the sofa and flooed St. Mungo's and asked for an emergency team to floo over.