A/N: So last night I posted the last few chapters of Keep Holding On. Here's the first chapter of the sequel. I have a feeling a may make a few people angry at me. This has a lot less adventurey stuff and more dramay stuff, but I wasn't great at adventure anyway. So here's the first chapter to this, and I will also post a few other first chapters to other stories cuz why the hell not, ya know?

Hermione POV

It had been three whole weeks since Voldemort was vanquished and the world saved again. The Order of Phoenix and the students and teachers of Hogwarts fought bravely against the Death Eaters. Many died and many more lived on with terrible and unhealable wounds.

Hermione hadn't seen Draco in a week. At the final moments, she had been so caught up in the battle, the grief, the triumph, she hadn't noticed his absence. But when she set out to search for him, she came back with nothing.

She couldn't believe Draco could do this. Did he even stick around to fight, or did he run as soon as the battle heated up?

She hated the doubt that raced through her head, the betrayal and grief that flowed through her body. Why did he leave her? After so many died how could he leave?

The shock went through her body when the thought passed through her mind (not for the first time) that Draco had died.

There was no body! Hermione chastised herself.

Maybe there was no body afterwards. He could've been burned or what happened to Sirius...

She knew that was impossible.

She forced herself out of the bed she was attempting to get some sleep in. She carefully stood, trying not to wake Ginny. The trio had decided to spend awhile at the Burrow to grieve and rest. But none of them really slept.

Ginny rolled over with her eyes wide open and filled with tears, then turned back to show she didn't want comfort at that moment. It was an unspoken understanding that if you wanted to be alone, you stayed in bed or took a walk, but if you wanted comfort, you sit in the living room.

Hermione went downstairs to see Harry sitting in the living room corner and George laying face down on the couch.

"Hey" she said quietly.

Harry nodded to her without moving his eyes from the little toy Hungarian Horntail he got 4th year. It blew fire onto his fingers and he didn't even blink.

George didn't move.

She settled herself on the floor with her back touching the couch and her head on George's back. He moved his hand to touch her shoulder in mutual acknowledgement of each others grief.

It had been like this for an entire week. George had watched his twin brother whom he shared his entire life with die in a single instant. Harry facing the death of so many and blaming himself. Hermione not able to figure out why so many she loved had left her.

A/N: What do you think? Can you forgive me for setting everything up this way? Is it actually almost enjoyable?