Chapter 1

It started out as a rainy day. The battle was over, the victory theirs. But so many lives had been lost. Among the dead were Pansy Parkinson, Dean Thomas, Percy Weasley and many more.

Her gangly, temperamental friend was in a coma with a dangerous fever, and her raven-haired friend was out cold, moaning and twitching. As for herself, she was scared for the child she was carrying inside of her. She had been hit with the crucio curse too many times that she didn't even know if her baby was alive or dead, or even dying. To make her heart break even more, the father of her baby was no where to be found. Dumbledore was uncertain if he was even alive.

When Harry had defeated Voldemort, she was beside him, along with Ron. Harry had been loosing strength; it was a wonder he was even able to cast the killing curse. But he had enough hate for the monster to pull it off. Hate for the loss of his parents and Godfather because of that monster, what he had done to Neville's parents, the death of Cedric, and so much more.

Ron had caught Harry as he fell when the Dark Lord went down, because Voledmort and Harry had a small connection from when he had invaded Harry's mind. Sadly, Lucius Malfoy had hit Ron from behind with Stupefy. As he fell down holding Harry, someone hit Lucius with the an unknown curse, which ripped him apart.

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As the day dragged on, she continued to help Madame Pomfrey tending the wounded by mixing remedies, as that was all she could really do. All she wanted to do, though, was sit in a corner and cry, but that wouldn't be helpful to anybody, just cause her to be in the way.

When they brought him in later that evening she could have cried with relief. He was limping badly, and was supported by Dumbledore. He had dried blood all over his face and chest, which she suspected was from the Sectumsempra curse. He had lost a lot of blood, and needed rest and his ankle reset, but other than that, he was okay.

Sobbing, she ran to him and carefully threw her arms around him, not wanting to cause him pain. His smell reminded her of when he admitted his feelings for her.

FLASHBACK

"I don't see why you have to sit there, with you arms folded and a sneer on your face, when you should be helping me," she said.

"Maybe I just feel like looking at you work," was his answer.

She looked stupidly at him for a moment, then hissed. "Why would you want to look at me?"

"Well, I like seeing you slave away—"

"Don't give me any of that crap boy. I've seen you looking at me lots lately, and I want to know why. You fight with me more than Ron or Harry, and I don't understand," she growled.

He sighed and shifted his gaze from her face to a spot on the wall. "Well, I like you, and I have liked you since 5th year. I think you're pretty in your own way, and you're intelligent."

She blinked. "Well I –"

"Don't bother," he snarled. "I know you don't feel the same way." With that statement, he got up and left the library, leaving her to finish the research for their assignment alone.

END FLASHBACK

She cried into his bloody shirt. "I was so afraid you were dead."

Draco Malfoy gently wrapped his arms around Hermione Granger. "I know," he whispered. "I know."

A/N: If you want more, R&R and let me know. Until then, this is only a one shot.