Week one of band camp is done, and I must say our show is coming along really nicely! I really like our show this year, and that surprised me because I was at first a little leery about it. A great big shout out to Kissmyquiver and Fluticorns for their amazing reviews on all my chapters, and also for band camp! But enough about band camp!

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Enough from me, to the story!

Chapter 11: Hermione

Draco's eyes drifted shut, and I couldn't help but stifle a yawn; this past week has left me more drained than ever, and I suspected my insomnia was disappearing. Releasing my hand from Draco's grip, I positioned myself more comfortably in my chair next to the bed. Rose settled back next to her brother, and silenced filled the room.

"I can stay up for a bit, Mum," Rose said after awhile. "You've seemed more sleep deprived than ever, and I'll be fine. I can wake you up in a few hours." She gave me a weak smile.

"Thank you, honey," I said with a smile back. I conjured a blanket and curled up, closing my eyes to submit to sleep.

I was jolted awake by the sound of someone bustling around the room. A Healer waved her wand above Draco's body, checking for any damage that may have appeared overnight. I sat quietly, waiting for her to finish.

Seeming satisfied with the results, the Healer left after giving me a small smile. I leaned closer to the bed to check on Draco myself. He was still sleeping, and seemed to be mumbling something. I leaned even closer to see if I could catch anything he was saying. After listening intently for a few moments, I couldn't make anything out.

Hugo started to stir so I sat up in my chair, draping the blanket around my shoulders.

"Hey, Mum," he said sleepily.

"Morning, honey. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Um-hm. I dreamed Uncle Harry came to visit Draco," he replied.

"What did Uncle Harry say?" I asked worriedly.

"Uh... Something about Dad going to Azkaban for a few months?" He peered curiously at me. "Did Uncle Harry actually come?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Dad's having his trial in three weeks, and because he used an unforgivable so many times, he will most likely spend a few months in Azkaban, then Grandma may force him to go to rehab."

"But he can't go to prison! He did nothing wrong!"

"Honey, he used an unforgivable. Ever since the Second Wizarding War, the law has been upheld even more about those..."

"But... But he hasn't done anything wrong!"

"Hugo, he used an unforgivable."

"The ferret deserved it!" he almost shouted. Rose jolted awake beside him.

"Merlin, Hugo. Do you have to be so loud?" she chided with droopy eyes.

"Dad's going to Azkaban!" Hugo shouted. I shot him a pointed look before glancing at Draco. He was still asleep.

"Hugo, my goodness. Dad deserves it. He used an unforgivable, he called Mum a mu... mud... an outlawed word. You can't defend him from that." Rose stated, now fully awake.

"But... Wasn't he drunk? He wasn't himself!"

"Honey, Dad's been constantly drunk for thirteen years. That was him being himself," I soothed.

Tears welled in his eyes as he said, "I wish Draco never joined us for Christmas dinner." He stood up and stormed out of the room. "I'm going to Grandma's."

"Hugo! You can't apparate there! You're underage, and you don't even know how to do it!" Rose called as she ran out after him. "How do you plan on getting there?"

His answer was muffled from the distance, and Rose started to yell incoherently. I put my head in my hands, knowing the Healers would have some complaints lined up for me to deal with.

Rose pushed open Draco's front door as I led him in. Hugo trailed after, looking dejected. Floating behind him was three overnight bags. Draco directed us to his living room, where (surprisingly) there was a lot of muggle devices. He had a television sitting on one wall, a phone sitting in its cradle on a side table, and I could hear the hum of a refrigerator in the kitchen.

I led Draco over to the sofa and he flopped down gratefully. Hugo stood awkwardly in the corner while Rose dragged the now limp bags upstairs to the guest room.

"Do you need anything?" I asked Draco.

"I can get anything for myself," he replied icily. Hugo smirked, knowing what Ron had taught him was true while I narrowed my eyes.

"Fine, if you insist on helping me, I would like a glass of water," he said with an eye roll. I waved my wand and conjured a glass full of water. I handed it to him and he thanked me.

"Hugo, please check the fridge to see what food is here," I instructed. His smirk fell as he trudged into the kitchen. Rose came back downstairs, and she ran to help him, knowing he would miss half of the items in there.

"Are you sure you want to stay the night? I'll be fine," Draco asked when the two kids left.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to make sure you'll be okay," I replied.

"The Healer said I would be okay as long as I didn't do complicated magic."

"And I'll make sure you don't do complicated magic," I retorted. "Now, I'm going to try and make dinner with what you have." I disappeared into the kitchen to see that there was very little to work with: a pound of ground beef, two chicken breasts, a moldy crown of broccoli, spoiled yogurt, half a gallon of milk, and a bag of baby carrots.

"Can we just get takeout?" Hugo asked, poking the broccoli like it would sprout wings.

"Please, Mum? There's really nothing you can do with what Draco has," Rose pleaded. I looked at both of their down turned faces, knowing Hugo's was because of the issues with Ron, and Rose's because she didn't have her personal library with her.

"As long as it's okay with Draco," I relented. They beamed and ran into the other room, begging Draco for takeout

Hugo was curled up on the armchair, snoring loudly, and Rose was in the guest room sleeping with a book open on her chest. Draco and I were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, with the television turned to a random channel. I was staring at my hands, and Draco was staring blankly at the television. The only sounds were Hugo's snoring, and the droning of the show host.

"Uh... Thanks for staying the night," Draco said awkwardly.

"It's no problem," I replied.

"So... A New Year, new opportunities."

"Yeah, Rose and Hugo are going back to school in two days. I talked to McGonagall and she said it was best if they stayed at school for the trial."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Silence descended.

"Uh... Do you know how the rest of the Weasleys are taking Weasel's trial?" Draco asked.

"Harry said Ginny was disappointed that Ron went that far, George knew it was coming, Bill has decided to ignore Ron's presence, Percy doesn't care, and Molly and Arthur are upset," I responded. "Arthur almost kicked him out when Harry told him when the trial was. Said he didn't care that Ron would then have to stay in a containing cell until the trial."

"Wow. I guess Poppa Weasel also has some anger management he needs to work on."

"Draco! Give him some credit; he's been through a lot lately with Ron and I splitting up and now this."

"I'm kidding!" he laughed. "I know Weasel is the only one with the issues."

I slid a little closer to him. "I just can't believe Ron would go so far. He wasn't like this in school."

"Are you sure? We seem to be remembering two different people."

"Yes. He was so calm, he was... was so nice. Now, he's a different person. I know the war changed everyone, but... I never expected him to change so much," I sighed. Tears welled in my eyes. "Why did he have to change?"

"I changed," he reminded me.

I peered at him closely, "You have, but are you sure? You still are such a prat when Ron's around."

"Do I act like that around you? Rose seems to like me, and Hugo has the same opinion as Ron," he stated. "If Rose likes me, then I must have changed."

"But how can I be sure?" I asked, the tears flowing freely.

"Because," he started. "The old me would never do this." He leaned in close to me, and his lips brushed against mine.

So that's chapter 11... I'm actually really excited for the last few chapters, because there will be quite a bit of plot development. If you're feeling a little down about the end coming near, then you can check out my PJO story, I Couldn't Save Him. I have only the first two chapters done, so I'll be working on that for some times before my new Dramione is ready to be posted.

Happy Reading! :)