Title- Just Breathe

Rating- M

Characters and Pairings- HG/DM HP/GW NL/LL

Warnings- Dark, will be gory, foul language, and I may try my hand out for a few Lemons. I am sorry if the Chars are a bit OOC Summery- What if it wasn't Harry who walked in on Draco talking to Moaning Myrtle? What if it was someone else, someone who would risk her neck to help? Dramione! Set during HBP

Disclaimer-ITS MINE ALL MINE! Mwhahahaah *is carted away wearing a strait jacket* Yea…not mine.

Awareness came to Hermione Granger all at once. With her eyes shut, memories abused her mind with rapid fire. She kept herself calm by breathing evenly through her nose. She was some place warm. Is this heaven? No, she decided, it was much too noisy to be heaven. But the voices she heard couldn't be found in hell.

"Harry, when do you suppose she'll wake up?"

A heavy sigh, "I don't know, Ron." Hermione smiled too herself for a brief moment, "'Mione?" Harry's voice sounded hopeful. Hermione peeled her heavy eyelids open and blinked against the harsh light.

"Hi boys," she croaked out.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Granger," a sneering voice muttered behind Harry. The boy-who-lived , cringed. Hermione looked into steel eyes, very surprised.

"You saved me, Draco." It was a stamen that sounded like a question to everyone in the room. Ron smirked.

"Honestly, 'Mione, you think this ass would save anyone?" Hermione shot him a glare, expecting Draco's sarcastic retort. Draco remained silent. Ron looked triumphant. Harry glanced between them all and sighed.

"Listen, it's all very confusing; are you sure you wouldn't rather wait until you are completely rested? We've been worried sick." He gently touched his friends head. She flinched at the contact and felt horrible after seeing the stricken look on Harry's face. Hermione breathed deeply.

"I…I need to know-,"

"Honestly, Granger! You bloody don't need to know everything!" Malfoy hissed, making a grand exit from the room. Hermione watched him go.

"Good riddance," Ron muttered sinking down in a chair beside her bed.

"It may not seem like he was worried," Harry seemed puzzled, "But ever since Snape brought you two back, he hasn't left your side."

"Snape?" Hermione was up out of the sheets immediately, "But he killed Dumbledore! You were right, Harry!" Ron pushed her back down.

"Relax!" Harry nodded.

"We know…he," pain filled emerald eyes, "Dumbledore told me that he was going to." Hermione stared at him, "He was cursed. He told me their plans while we were looking for the Horcrux."

"The Horcrux? Did you find one? Where was it? The curse was in his hand wasn't it?" Harry shushed the brown haired girl.

"One thing at a time, or Mrs. Weasley will throw us out."

"Mum said if we made you upset she'd curse us into next week," Ron gulped. Hermione laid back.

"We're at the burrow, then?" She questioned taking a look around the room.

"Yea," Ron said, averting his eyes.

"What is it, Ron?" Hermione sighed letting the comfy pillows swallow her. She looked expectedly at her friends, both of whom had become uncharacteristically silent, "Tell me!"

"It was just horrible, 'Mione," Ron whispered , his freckles standing stark against his pale skin.

"When Snape brought you here…we were afraid he hadn't been in time," Harry gently took her hand, "Mrs. Weasley kicked everyone out of the room so she could heal you…she even called some of the healers from St. Mungo's in."

Hermione frowned, her stomach clenching. She closed her eyes tightly, willing that she could forget what had put her in such a state, "Well, clearly she succeeded," She tried to smile lightly up at Harry and Ron. The statement warmed them considerably.

"Too true, Hermione!" Ron chuckled, "Mum said soon you'll be well enough to keep us in line again." All three laughed lightly.

Harry's green eyes pierced Hermione, searching her face, "Do you want to talk about it? Tell us what happened?" Hermione shook her head.

She squeezed Harry's hand, "Tell me about the Horcrux."

Draco's heart was in his throat as he fell beside the bleeding Hermione Granger. He lifted her still form onto his lap, pressing shaking hands to her deep wounds.

"Granger!" He sobbed "Please, I am so sorry, Granger." Guilt coursed through the blond heir. Why hadn't he stopped him? All those things Potter and Weasley had said about him being a coward. They were right, and now their friend was going to die. "You can't die," he whispered, "Just keep breathing and I promise I'll do everything in my power to make up for the way I treated you." And damn it he would if she lived through this. After all it was his fault.

He held her closer as she writhed about. Her eyes peeled open, "Malfoy?" She croaked. She glanced down at herself, and Draco saw pain and fear register in honey eyes. "I'm going to die?"

Draco's face was streaked with tears, and his heart broke a little more. "You can't. You're Hermione Granger, know-it-all extraordinary, Potter's Mud-,"He couldn't bring himself to say it, "…Potter's best friend." She looked into his eyes. Though muddied with pain and blood loss, Draco admired the spark of intelligence in them. For the first time he looked at her for her talents. He had been so wrong.

He saw her eyes start to close, and rushed to talk to her, "You are right, you always were. I don't despise you anymore. You were always better than me at everything." Hermione chuckled wetly.

"No," Shocked Draco's eyes went wide, "We were both immature." Her blunt honesty brought a small smile to his face, but when her eyes shut it disappeared.

"Granger?" No, no, no, she can't be dead. Draco checked her pulse and found it. It was weak against his fingers, getting lighter every second. He needed to find someone to help.

"Dear God," Draco's head snapped up.

"Severus!" He looked down at Hermione, "Help her."

"Listen to me," Severus began as he gently lifted the muggle born into his arms, "You are in danger here. I am going to take you to Headquarters-," Draco gasped.

"You are a traitor!" Snape gave him a glare.

"I don't have time for your idiocy, child. Miss Granger is dying," He glanced down at her, "I will find you later and explain more. For now, take my robe."

Draco shook his head, attempting to dispatch the memories buzzing about in his head. He sat at the kitchentable. He had thought, after Granger had awaked, that everything would be back to normal. At least as normal as it could be considering he was now a traitor and in his child hood nemesis' house. He thought he would feel as he had before about her. She was just a stupid mudblood. His own promises rang through his mind.

Promises made in fear, in life or death situations. No one could expect him to keep them. He knew that, he really did, and he had every intention of never speaking to Granger again after she woke up.

Draco, however, couldn't shake off the immense relief that had filled his body when her golden eyes opened. He had to hold himself back, or else he would have hugged the bushy haired know it all.

"Draco, I didn't know you were up. I'll fix you up some breakfast, Dear," A kindly voice startled Draco. He jumped and span to see a plump Weasley standing in the kitchen. Her blue eyes looked him over warmly. She scooted her way to the stove and waved her wand, causing twelve eggs to float from the fridge.

"I really don't need anything, Mrs. Weasley," Draco said, somehow unable to say anything sarcastic to the woman in front of him. Despite having often made fun of the Mama Weasley, being in her presence demanded a certain respect from Draco. Mrs. Weasly chuckled.

"Please dear, call me Molly," She ignored his comment and resumed cooking. Draco was contemplating hiding from this friendly woman when he heard laughter spiraling down the staircase. He rubbed his temples. God was punishing him.

"Morning Mum," Ronald Weasley said, completely ignoring the Slytherine already sitting down. Harry nodded curtly at him. Draco refused to look at Granger. Molly, however, did not.

"Oh, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley flew across the room (the eggs and bacon still cooking) and enveloped Hermione in a hug. Hermione returned the emrace warmly. Molly held her at arm's length, tears brimming in her eyes, "You look wonderful. Don't you ever scare us like that again." Hermione seemed lost for words.

"I-," She blushed and sat down next to Ron, across from Malfoy, "Thank you, Molly. For…everything ."

"Hermione, if you ever need to talk about anything," Hermione's eyes grew haunted and she glanced at Draco, "I am here to listen." Mrs. Weasley patted her on the head, "You look too skinny, breakfast is almost ready." Ron's stomach audibly grumbled. Draco rolled is eyes and noticed Hermione and Potter doing the same. Hermione sent him a small smile, which he returned with a scowl.

"What," a voice questioned from behind them, "Is that ferret…."

A second, similar voice chimed in, "Doing in our kitchen?"

AN: Sorry bout the horrible wait. I have been sick as a dog. Thank you all so much for the fav, alerts, and reviews. They made my day. If I get FOUR reviews, I swear I will update within the week. R&R Love you guys!