When Harry killed Voldemort that day, no one thought the events that would follow would occur. The death eaters rebelled even harder. Killing and destroying everything in their paths. People were afraid. Afraid to leave their homes. To stay in their homes. No where was safe. Aurors were working over time. Barely having any time to sleep. St. Mungo's was over run with patients from the attacks. The wizarding world was in crisis.

Hermione wiped the sweat from her brow as she grabbed the clipboard outside the next patients room. Since the war she had become a healer, advancing through the ranks quickly as the stress was too much for others to hand. The hospital was chaotic. People shouting and crying wanting to see their loved ones, cries of agony and groans from the wounded. She had to block it out. If she didn't it would eat at her and she would not be able to continue her work. She had to help these people. She had to.

She read the names of the patients on the clipboard in her hand and nearly fainted, dropping the clipboard and running into the room. '' Harry! Harry! '' She cried as she reached the first bed. Her best friend lay in the bed, his face beaten and bruised, blood coming from his lip. His arm already in a cast. He opened his eyes slowly. '' Hermione?'' His voice was raspy.

'' Oh Harry, what happened? Are you alright? '' She cried, fussing over him. Quickly pulling her wand from her robes and running it over his face, the tip glowing as she spoke a healing spell under her breath.

The spell warmed his face, he could feel the magic moving just below the skin. The pain was fading and he could feel the swelling disappearing to. She was always so quick to fix everything, this really was the perfect job for her. Once she had finished and his face was back to normal minus a few bruises that would have to fade on their own she moved on to his arm.

'' Hermione, I'm ok. Really. We got ambushed. They were waiting for us. There was just too many. Where is Malfoy? '' He asked looking at her with a concerned look.

'' Malfoy? He was with you? '' Harry nodded solemnly.

Hermione blinked tears from her eyes and shook her head softly. '' He hasn't been checked in, at least not that I know of. Its been so crazy here, he might be in a different room. I'll check as soon as I'm done with you. '' She said breathlessly trying not to think about what might have happened to the blonde.

'' What am I chop liver? '' She heard from the other side of the curtain and she pulled it back to see a disheveled red head. '' Oh Ron! '' She cried throwing her arms around him before holding him back to examine him for anything that needed healing. '' Don't worry Mione, they just put me in here for precaution. Nothing seriously wrong. '' He smiled at her lopsidedly.

'' I honestly don't know how much more I can take of this, you guys. There aren't enough of you to take on all the Death Eaters. And their certainly aren't enough of me to heal everyone coming through these doors. And I really can't take seeing your names on my clipboards. '' She wiped her eyes, tears falling from all the stress.

Harry took her hand and squeezed it lightly. '' We are going to get them, Hermione, don't worry. Just please, go see if Malfoy has been brought in yet. I don't want you to freak out but he was in bad shape when they got us out of there. '' His face was grim.

Hermione swallowed hard, keeping her tears at bay as she nodded and ran off to the nurses station to see if he had been checked in.

With so many people checking in it took nearly five minutes to find his name in the system. Her breath caught in her chest. He was here.

Since the war ended, Malfoy had pledged his illegience to the Order. He couldn't handle the awful things he had seen being at his father's side as a Death Eater. He was put through several tests to prove that he was telling the truth before he was welcomed completely. It had taken Hermione the longest to accept him. Ron and Harry had even considered him a friend before Hermione, but she supposed that was because Malfoy was in Auror training with them and it was part of their training to depend on the other Aurors.

Once she had let up on Malfoy he had actually gone through many steps to make up for all his actions towards her. She believed he felt guilty most for watching his aunt Bellatrix torture her and not doing anything about it.

They had gone out to lunch occassionally when both had the same lunch hour and occassionally gone out after work for drinks before things started to get back. She had really started to enjoy his company. He wasn't the snivelling, arrogant prat he used to be. No, something had changed in him. He had grown, matured, and been humbled. She liked him.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She didn't have time to remeniece right now. She needed to make sure he was ok. Quickly making note of his room number in her mind she moved through the crowded hallways quickly, disappearing down the far corridor and into room 14. The site in front of her stopped her in her tracks.

Laying in the bed was a very pale version of the man she knew. His eyes were closed and there was a bloody bandage wrapped around his head. His lips were a pale blue and she could see he was barely breathing. Her hand moved to her lips as she gasped at the site before her. Quickly she moved to his side. She checked all his vitals, he was still alive but just barely.

She worked vigoriously though the night, using every healing spell she could think of. By four in the morning a nurse had come in to see her working herself in to a stupor, barely away, tears streaming down her face. '' Ms. Granger. Go home. Get some rest. I'll watch over Mr. Malfoy for you. '' She said in a quiet voice. Hermione could tell the nurse was worried about her but she simply shook her head. No, I'm staying with him. You can take over the rest of my rounds if you want. I would really appreciate it. '' The other healer nodded and left the room.

Hermione pulled a stool over to Draco's bed and she took his hand in hers. It was still cold even after she had cast a warming spell on him. She looked at his face, his skin so clear he could have been a porcelin doll. She reached up with her free hand brushing a few strands of his blonde hair from his forehead, letting her hand rest against his cheek lightly for just a moment. She didn't know what else to do so she finally gave into her tears, folding her arms in front of her on the edge of his bed and crying opening into them.