Chapter 28-A Solution

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Draco *starts laughing hysterically and hears parents yelling across the room. Gives final giggles* but maybe I can remedy that *starts laughing maniacally and parents send her to room. Author refuses and screams, "No, must tell readers..." and eventually gets dragged off to her messy room laughing evilly.* Readers hear authoritive female voice, "Clean your room," and then more laughter and a teenagers mock heroic voice, "Never!" Authoritive male voice, "Then no computer for a week." Finally a muffled "Okay" between sobs. Later that day she continues to write. Sorry, I am bored, for lack of a way to write the plot that is twisting and turning around in her head. A- ha, now I have an idea of how to write this. Anyway, here is Chapter 28.

Hermione was staring at her ceiling, trying to sleep. She got up and shuffled through her dresser, finally finding a pair of socks that matched her mood. The socks had a tangle of constantly changing colored lines. You could never find out where each line went and the lines never ceased moving, they just continued to twist and turn, layering over themselves in a never ending pattern that never repeated (supposed to be confusing, she is confused). What could possibly be wrong with Draco that would make him act like this? Not a memory charm, and she had used all the remembering charms Little Dragon knew on Draco. She glanced at Little Dragon who was sleeping peacefully at the end of the bed. After many hours of wondering about Draco, Hermione fell into a troubled sleep.

~The Dream~

Ginny was sitting by the lake, a peaceful look on her face. She was in a white dress that was slightly longer than her feet with a square neckline (that sound OK?), V-shaped waistline and billowing sleeves (Author *pouting* MINE, all MINE, I want a dress like that *Starts to cry* suddenly Tom Felton come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning down...Author snaps into reality from her daydream and keeps writing through her tears). Her shoes (if, indeed, she was wearing any) were unseen below the hem of her dress and her hair was in soft waves of red to her shoulder blades. She looked up as Hermione sat next to her. "Hey 'Mione, what's going on with the living?" Hermione just stared at her and finally thought about what was going on.

"Harry and Ron have finally gotten over your death," Ginny nodded knowingly and Hermione continued, "I think that you were their inspiration for when we battled." Ginny grinned. "A lot of Deatheaters were rescued from Voldemort, or at least the ones that were forced into Deatheater-ism and several others were captured and sent to Azkaban. Draco and I had a wonderful summer, and we hosted a party at his house and...oh, everything was wonderful, but then...oh, and did you know that we all have the same color blood as our houses, like mine is blue, Harry"s is yellow, Ron's is normal, and Draco's is...anyway you do realize that you were the heir of Gryffindor until you..." Hermione's voice trailed off and her eyes formed tears whenever talking about Draco, and finally she was silenced by the thought that the young woman sitting next to her was dead.

"But then what happened between you and Draco?" Ginny pressed, although she asked with the air of someone who already knows the answer. Still Hermione hesitated, not wanting to ruin their time with each other. "Come on, 'Mione, you can tell me, who will I tell?" Ginny's face said that she could be trusted.

"Then we were all sent to Hogsmeade by Snape to get some ingredients for him. We stopped by the Shrieking Shack for a minute and suddenly someone took Draco, and then, four days later he came back and now he acts like he never loved me, and he just acts like he used to and something is wrong with him, I just know that Voldemort is behind it, but I don't know why. And I crashed into him the other day, but he didn't have the Dark Mark on his arm, which just confuses me even more. I have tried all types of remembering charms on him and none of them worked and...and I don't know what to think..." Hermione burst into tears and Ginny put her arm around her. Hermione turned and buried her head in Ginny's shoulder. Despite Hermione's sobbing into Ginny's shoulder, the white dress stayed dry, but Hermione didn't notice this.

"Let me tell you some things Hermione," Ginny said softly once Hermione had calmed down. "Although you don't seem to have thought of this, I don't want you to suddenly and assume it is right. Snape didn't know that this would happen when he sent you all into Hogsmeade, so don't ever assume that it was done on purpose. If Draco did go to Voldemort, why do you suppose he didn't get the Dark Mark?" Hermione looked blankly at her friend, then shrugged. "It was because of your love. Draco got sent back in the condition that he is now in to get you to not love him anymore, only then could they put the Dark Mark on his arm. They got mighty close when you were thinking of jumping off your balcony, let me assure you, but your faith stayed, and saved his arm a lot of pain. Never stop loving him, not ever, no matter how desperate the situation. Hmmm..." She trailed off, thinking, and Hermione stayed still, lost in her thoughts as well. Suddenly Ginny's face split and she was grinning.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Describe the battle to me," Ginny stated. It wasn't a question.

"Okay then, we all apparated to the clearing and stated our names. I spoke in their heads," she snickered, "They looked scared out of their wits when I did that, then they all came at us. I wounded several with my Sword and shot jinxes and hexes and spells at them. I caught sight of your brother, who was dueling a Deatheater while a second Deatheater was levitating his diamond circlet and I stunned them both, then all of those around Ron. I walked away, shooting spells and such all around me, and I looked back and saw your brother get stunned. I knew I couldn't do anything about that without risking myself, so I went on and then I saw Voldemort touch something and more Deatheaters came out of nowhere. I told Draco and Harry of this, and," Hermione choked slightly, and her eyes filled with tears, but she continued, "And, Draco told me that Harry was dead. He pointed me to his body, and as I sat there for a minute and wept, I reached inside of myself, searching for something that would help me. I was vaguely aware of Draco protecting me when I finally found it and came back to the battle. I looked up in time to see Draco turned into a cat and then I stood up and sang the note that I had found in myself, it was our last hope. All of the Deatheaters stopped and then I switched notes and they all dropped to their knees, even Voldemort. I walked over to him and beheaded him, but it was really Lucious Malfoy, he must have taken a Polyjuice Potion or something, anyway, Then I went over to your brother and switched a note, holding my hand to his head. The stunning spell was lifted off of him, and he stood up and followed me to Harry's body. I lay my hand on his chest and switched more notes, and then he was alive again. I changed notes again; this was becoming easier to do, now that I was getting the hang of it, and some Deatheaters stood up and walked towards me. I picked up Draco-kitty and Little Dragon and sang my highest note yet, and I began to glow. When my glow was so bright that not even I could look at myself I could feel myself lifted from the ground. Then I started to spin, I was getting dizzy, then I apparated the few Deatheaters that had stood up were with me, Harry, Ron, Little Dragon, and Draco-kitty into Dumbledore's office, by use of my Absolute Good. Then I fainted and was out for longer than a month, despite my healing powers," Hermione was finally finished and Ginny grinned even wider, if this was possible.

"Could you clarify this for me, your song can only be used for healing and Absolute Goods," Ginny asked.

"Yes, but-" Hermione started, but Ginny cut her off, and was obviously having trouble keeping a straight face.

"But nothing, loosing your memory is an ailment that would need healing, don't you think?" At Hermione's blank look she said more, "Do you get where I am going with this?"

"No, what could-oh, OH, I get it, I could use my song to get Draco back, thank you Ginny thank you!"

"You would do the same for me, if I were in your situation," Ginny's face saddened, "Hermione go get him back, do it for me. I am going to wake you up now, okay, on the count of three, so here goes, one...two...three!"

~End Of Dream~ (and Chapter)