Some Things Are Meant To Be

Awakening

"I will not leave you!" She screamed as the headache increased and she shut her eyes, desperately feeling for something to holding onto. Her hands latched round the soft material of his shirt and she clung on, squinting her eyes through the pain to look at him.

"It's okay Hermione," he said and she was surprised to find a small smile on his face. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"No!" She shouted louder again as her hands found the wall which her fingers dug into as her eyes clenched shut and she struggled to stay upright. Her body slid down the wall and she managed to open one eye to look at him before squeezing her throbbing head between her hands. "You have to come too!"

He knelt down in front of her and took her head in his hands. Suddenly, looking into his azure eyes, the pain was bearable. Her eyes widened in shock as she noticed the wet look in his eyes which caused a knot to form in her stomach and a lump in her throat. His hands felt unusually cold against her skin but she didn't dare to remove them.

"You're going back," he said firmly but quietly. "We've been here for two weeks now and after all the work you've put in to get out of this place, you deserve it," he smiled that rare smile at her again. It was a smile she'd never seen until a week ago and one which he told her she was lucky to ever experience; she didn't feel quite so lucky now though.

"You worked just as hard as me," she told him bitterly but cringed as the pain seeped back through her body making her head cramp and back ache. "You should be getting out of here too! Do you know where you'll go if you don't leave here?" she asked furiously, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," he nodded slowly. "But I don't mind; I hated how I lived anyway." He gave a small shrug in the mean time letting her face go and she immediately felt the pain. She flung her head back and it hit the wall but the feeling was nothing compared to what she was going through.

"I'm going," she suddenly said softly as she leant her head back against the wall, her eye sight blurred and her head became heavy.

"Say hello to Harry for me," he said quietly and she couldn't help but smile through the pain as she nodded but her head began to droop. "And tell him to just go for it with Ginny," she could distantly hear her name being called and although the pain was still there, it was as though it was in a dream. "And don't forget to tell all those idiots to do what they want to do; be the masters of their own fates."

His voice seemed very distant now, further away than the voices calling her name and although inside she was panicking, her head was too heavy and tired to respond and slowly she found her self succumbing to the darkness and actually quite enjoying it. The time she got to spend with her self, in her own head, was quite relaxing. But it only lasted for minutes before she become completely unconscious.

"It's been twenty years Harry; do you really think they'll ever come around?" A red headed boy asked his raven haired friend who was leaning over a hospital bed frantically calling a name.

"Hermione!" he called again to the girl in the bed, ignoring his friend. "Come on I know you can do it!"

Ron Weasley sighed, pitying his friend. Every time it would seem as though she was about to come around he'd get himself worked up in this way. But every time it was nothing.

"Harry," he said quietly pulling at his arm as the girl stilled. "Ginny will be waiting for you." Harry took a last look at the girl and nodded as he followed his friend towards the exit of Saint Mungo's hospital. Ron pulled the heavy doors open and turned to make sure his friend was coming. Harry, who had glanced back at Hermione, turned to Ron with a wonky smile.

"I was hoping she'd come back in time to see it," he said quietly.

"I know," Ron nodded. "We all did."

He let the large doors slam loudly shut behind him so that when the girl lying in the bed on the other side suddenly sat up, they were none-the-wiser.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered as she tilted her head at the recently vacated door. She looked at her surroundings and couldn't fathom where she was; this place looked nothing like Hogwarts hospital wing. She fingered the edge of the sheet which covered her and read the small print in one of its corners: Property of Saint Mungo's hospital.

Her eyes widened and her head span in the direction of the bed next to hers. A man lay in it with his longish platinum hair spread out across the pillow; various wires were attached to him.

"Draco!" she shouted frantically but suddenly caught sight of the wires and machines which were attached to her. She yanked at the things stuck into her arms and winced from the pain but never stopped from calling him. "DRACO!"

A clambering noise came from somewhere at the end of the room and Hermione turned in the noises direction in time to see a woman hurry from a room but stop dead at the sight of her.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed barely above a whisper.

"What is all this?" Hermione asked, confused and frantic and she held up all the wires which had previously been attached to her. The woman did nothing but stare at her which caused Hermione's anger to build. "Why am I here?!" she shouted.

The woman momentarily shook her head, coming to her senses and then strode towards Hermione, a look of utter amazement evident on her face.

"Miss Granger," she began shakily. "I'm sorry but I can tell you nothing until I get hold of Albus Dumbledore." Hermione pointed to the bed next to her sharply.

"Is he okay?" she asked quickly. The woman let a small smile flicker across her face.

"You talking to me now makes me think that maybe he is," she gave a small nod. "But, I can say nothing to you until the professor is here."

Hermione's nose flared and her body shook as tears rolled down her cheeks. She ripped the sheet from her body and ran to Draco's side where she laid a hand on his cheek. "Draco," she whispered. "Draco if you can here me, I want you to know we found a way back. I'll make sure that you get back too."

She stood to find that the nurse had left but she soon reappeared, accompanied by a small pop which announced Albus Dumbledore's arrival.

"Professor," Hermione breathed, relieved to be around someone she knew. Dumbledore shook his head in bewilderment as he strode to Hermione's bed, taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze.

"It's good to have you back Miss Granger," he said with a small smile. Hermione let out a sob and smiled slightly.

"So I really am back?" she asked quietly. Dumbledore nodded.

"You may not really be up for this right now," he began slowly. "But this is a scientific miracle and I'd like you to tell me everything you remember." He watched her closely, waiting for her reply.

Hermione looked over at the bed next to hers and took a deep breath. The man laying there looked so much different to the one she had just left; years older even. But she wouldn't worry for now. The bleeping of the heart monitor kept her hope alive because she knew he was still there somewhere; for now.

"Ok," she said firmly.