A/N: sorry for the wait I've been living my own series of unfortunate events.

Hermione woke up with a small headache she groaned and curled into a tight ball. The more awake she became the harder it was to ignore the painful, pulsating rhythm in her head became. She sat up slowly, her hand on her head and her eyes shut tightly. She sighed releasing some of the pressure in her head. She opened her eyes to find her room, or rather Draco's room dimly lit. The bed next to her was empty so she looked at the clock. It was twelve o'clock on the dot. She had managed to sleep half the day away.

She peeked out into the hallway to make sure it was clear, before running across to her room. After her little run she felt light headed and rested her head against the door as she closed it. She turned around and walked over to her things, pulling out her toiletry bag so she could take a shower. When stepping into the shower, she immediately adjusted the water temperature till it got slightly colder and more soothing to her head. She felt slightly better as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her waist. She quickly put on a pair of jeans, only to take them off again and put on a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and an oxford sweater. She slipped on a pair of house slippers and made her way out of her room. She wasn't looking and bumped into a tall figure.

"Well there you are dear."

Hermione looked up to see Mrs. Malfoy smiling down at her.

"Sorry" said Hermione stepping back slowly trying to recover. "Good morning Mrs. Malfoy.".

"Well it's more like noon, sweetheart," said Mrs. Malfoy as her gaze wandered absently down the hall.

"Where are you headed to," said Hermione, blurting out the first thing that came to mind, her head still pounding.

"To my room I...I've seem to forgotten something…and maybe the library. Perhaps I should go there first." Mrs. Malfoy was quite dazed; her facial expression reminded Hermione of Professor Trawlany when you attempted to hold a civil conversation with her, not like Hermione ever tried.

"Well I'll be heading downstairs. Do you know where everyone is?" asked Hermione, still observing the woman's strange behavior.

"No, the library first…this must be dealt with," said Mrs. Malfoy continuing to speak to herself. Hermione furred her eyebrows and tried to get her attention but she hurried away muttering things about dark magic.

Hermione, still puzzled by what had just happened, used the wall to support her as she made her way to the stairs. Just as she took the first step she lost visual of the stairs and images began to flash before her eyes. Suddenly she was in a room with a man. When he turned to her her heart stopped. The man had a silver death eater mask concealing his face, throwing things to the floor and grunting in anger as he searched for something.

"The rings find the rings."

Hermione was quickly jolted from her dream state as she heard her name being called. The man next to her seemed to fade into darkness, as she quickly came back to the present. She felt her legs shake uncomfortably and soon a falling sensation came over her.

"Hermione!"

The sound of Draco's voice and the feeling of comforting arms around her, breaking her fall she opened her eyes and smiled weakly.

"Hi," her voice small and out of character. Draco looked at her, his eyes wide with concern.

"Hey, how...how are you feeling?" asked Draco, holding her tighter in his arms and making his way down the stairs.

"Like my head's going to combust." Hermione rubbed her fingers against her pressure points desperately trying to relieve the pain in her head.

"I'll take you to Mrs Weasly," said Draco slowing his speed so there wouln be no rapid movements that might cause Hermione any excess pain.

Hermione whimpered yes in agreement and Draco continued walking.

They found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, surprisingly in a deep conversation with Amy the house elf. As soon as Hermione entered she got up from her seat and Amy exited the kitchen with a smile.

"Hermione" she squealed as Draco helped Hermione maintain her balance. Mrs. Weasley hurried over to them and helped Hermione into a seat at the island.

"How are you feeling dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley rubbing circles on Hermione's back and giving her a motherly smile, while stepping between the two.

"She has a headache and she looked a little nauseated on the stairs," said Draco, not minding Mrs. Wesley after all she had done.

"Nothing we can't fix dear," said Mrs. Weasley turning to Draco and smiling. "Don't worry." She patted his face gently before walking out of the kitchen.

Hermione looked up at Draco and found his gaze elsewhere, his face bland and expressionless. Hermione rested her head against the cool island top and sighed. Draco immediately started rubbing her back trying to relax her in some way. He moved her curls from the back of her neck and instead placed several small kisses.

Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen minutes later to find Hermione and Draco completely caught up in a passionate kiss. She cleared her throat as she placed a bag on the counter and started pulling out several vials with different colour liquids.

Hermione pulled away from Draco her face flustered, the ache in her head had ebbed away as she was kissing Draco but now came rushing back. Her head seemed to weigh several pounds more and she let it fall back against the counter. Mrs. Weasley shuffled over and held Hermione's head up, helping her swallow the amber liquid.

"Just give it a minute," said Mrs. Weasley. "You'll feel better soon." Hermione smiled and rested her head against her arms. She quickly started feeling a cooling sensation sweep over her neck and head. In minutes the potion had taken affect and Hermione felt much better.

"Better yes," said Mrs. Weasley. "I'll make you something to eat dear, you could use a little meat on those bones."

Hermione smiled at Mrs. Weasley and looked around the kitchen. Draco kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "Where's everyone?" asked Hermione, her voice now steady but low.

"It seems they're outside on the old quiditch field" said Draco gazing at the French style back doors.

"Why aren't you out there?" asked Hermione hoping she hadn't kept him from enjoying his time here.

"I was with mother..." Draco said but stopped.

"I saw her on my way down ...she seemed, a bit dazed," said Hermione.

Draco flinched at the ache in his chest when he heard Hermione. He played it off smoothly, pecking Hermione on the lips one last time before turning to go. "I'll be back," he said over his shoulder as he exited the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley placed several plates in front of Hermione. One filled with eggs another with biscuits, bacon, sausage and Danish pancakes with syrup.

"Eat up dear," said Mrs. Weasley placing the last plate of food in front of Hermione. She then turned and began putting things away with the help of Amy, who Hermione failed to notice had come in. Amy poured a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice and handed it to Hermione her big brown eyes twinkling.

"Thank you very much Amy and you as well Mrs. Weasley. I really appreciate it," said Hermione taking the glass and smiling as much as she could. When she had finally managed to put a dent into her food a cool breeze swept over her as the backdoors open. Amy responded quickly throwing a thick robe over Hermione's shoulders. Blaise, Harry, Ginny, Pansy, Fred, George and Ron sauntered back into the house laughing. They all stopped, soaking wet, when they saw Hermione. The color had finally returned to her face and she looked like herself again. Ginny and Pansy swung themselves around her and she felt herself being suffocated.

"We're soo glad you're better" said Pansy grinning madly.

"She probably fought harder when her subconscious realized out we were going back to school tomorrow, right," giggled Ginny popping one of the Danish pancakes in her mouth.

Hermione looked puzzled, "we are?"

a/n; i know it's been a while but i hope you enjoyed it