A/N: A Special thank you to kabg01 and Mattyscic who commented on chapters 2 and 3 respectively.

Reviews, good or bad, are always welcome

...So here is Chapter 4! Enjoy!

Oh, and I dont own Harry Potter

Hermione was tired and her bones ached. It had only been three hours worth of classes she was exhausted. Transfiguration was first, Charms second, and then Herbology on Mondays and Wednesdays. Hermione thanked Merlin when she had read that she only had potions Tuesday evenings and Hogwarts a History Thursday mornings.

In the middle of Charms, she felt herself drifting off, Flitwick's lecture mottled in her head, even though she tried to keep her eyes open, her body demanded sleep. When the class was over Harry leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear.

"Hermione," he said, "skip herbology and go get some sleep."

Hermione shook her head, her legs wobbled as she stood, "It's the first day. I can't miss it."

Harry considered Hermione for a moment before he stood up and shook his head, his jet black hair flying in all directions, his glasses moving slightly down his nose. "No, I'll tell Neville to let Professor Sprout know you aren't feeling well."

Hermione sat back down, her body swaying before she did so. She was to weak to argue, but she didn't have the energy. Her hands were shaking, even her skin hurt, and she felt like she was seeing the world from under water.

"Come on," Harry said, helping Hermione to her feet, "Let's get you back to the room."

Harry practically carried Hermione towards the room, her legs to week to support her. Eventually, Harry stopped by a small aclove, helping Hermione onto the floor once he realized she was in worse condition than he thought.

"Harry, I'm fine," Hermione murmured, "I promise. I'm just tired is all."

"Hermione," Harry said louder than she appreciated, "I need you to keep your eyes open, okay? I need you too just stay with me."

She was to far gone. All she wanted was rest. That was it. Was that to much to ask for after everything? For some rest? Some quiet?

Her bones felt like jelly, and every time she blinked she was back at Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix screeching down at her, demanding to know things Hermione refused to tell her.

The look on the Malfoys' faces.

The cold stone.

The knife.

The pain.

It started to come back to her, making her whimper as a result.

Then things started going black. The world spinning around her. Consuming her, and oh, how she wanted it too

Harry was cradling her head in his large hands, whispering words of encouragement. How she was strong. How they were almost there.

But Hermione didn't believe him.

"Potter?" Hermione heard someone say, the voice muffled by the pounding in her head, "Are you okay?"

"Zabini," came Harry's tight voice, worry coloring his tone, "I'm fine… It's Hermione. She's not well."

From the corner of her eye Hermione could see the dark skinned Italian look down at her with worry.

"What's wrong with her?" Zabini asked.

"I don't know," Harry answered. He slipped his arm under Hermione's knees, and lifted her up with ease. "Not that I don't appreciate the concern, but I need to get Herms to her room." Harry walked down the hall with large, sweeping steps, Zabini following close behind. "Zabini, go away." He called behind him at the foot steps echoing in Hermione's head.

The footsteps stopped, and Hermione felt her body grow heavy with even step Harry took. She blacked out for a moment, only to wake up again in her bed, something warm holding her close.

"Herms?" Harry said from behind her, "Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded slowly, body slowly regaining feeling, "So tired." She muttered.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"I dont know," Harry said, sitting up, Hermione immediately missing the warmth, "You tell me."

Hermione turned her upper body so that it was pressed against the mattress. "It happens sometimes, I get really tired, and sometimes I forget where I am… Sometimes I end up back there… at the Manor."

Harry looked at her, worry plain on his face. "When did it start?" he asked.

"A week after the final battle was the first time I noticed." She whispered, "I thought I was getting better. It stopped."

Harry blinked down at her for a moment, opening and closing his mouth. "Maybe we should tell someone… Maybe we should ask for help."

Hermione shook his head with vigor, the pillow below her heat tangling her curls. "I cant, I can get better… I was getting better." Hermione said, "I just need to sleep more… and eat more often… that's what made it stop."

"Okay," Harry said, sinking back down next to her, and Hermione turned to fully face him, "but when things get bad, I want you to tell me." Hermione opened her mouth to argue but Harry interrupted, "No. You always listened to me during and right after the war, you alway had my back and I want to be there for her Herms. I want to keep you safe."

Hermione nodded, snuggling closer to him.

"Dinner is in an hour," Harry said, "we'll head down in a bit."

"We missed the whole day," Hermione muttered.

"Yes we did," Harry said, "It was well worth it, I think."

Harry and Hermione eventually got out of her bed, cloths rumbled. They headed down to the Great Hall together, Hermione quietly talking about how she would talk to Professor Sprout about making up the day.

She could tell Harry was trying, that he was doing his best to pay attentions but Hermione could see in his eyes that his mind was elsewhere. That he wanted to ask more about her episodes.

And to be honest, Hermione wouldn't have answers for him. She didn't want to know.

Harry led Hermione to the Gryffindor table and helped her sit before taking his own seat. As usual since the war, Harry piled Hermione's plate with food before moving to fill his own.

Hermione picked up her fork and picked at her plate for a while, only eating bits and pieces of ham and sprouts. Her eyes were drawn to the Slytherin table only to find Zabini watching her and Harry, and Malfoy missing from his spot.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice echoed in her head, "Can you eat just a tad bit more?"

Hermione lifted another piece of ham to her mouth, chewing it slowly, forcing her body not to empty her stomach onto the floor.

"I want to go to the library," Harry said, "Do you want to come too?"

Hermione shook her head which caused Harry's eyebrows to raise, "I just want a little more sleep…" Hermione said, "Ill come with you another time."

"I'll walk you to the room" Harry began.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione huffed, "I can take care of myself."

Harry nodded after he rolled his eyes. He kissed Hermione on the top of her head and walked out of the Great Hall. Zabini left soon after, then Luna, and a chunk of Gryffindors, and eventually, Hermione sat in the great hall alone, the voices of those who died five months ago echoing in her head.