People were gathered around the bed in the hospital wing where Hermione's sleeping form lay. Madam Pomfrey hadn't been pleased about all the people being there but Dumbledore had said it was ok, so Ron, Harry, and a few other friends were there. It was now the day after the attack and the horror Hermione had been through.
"Dad's going to be home soon." Ginny commented, she had been treated and was now home. No one said anything to these words. Five other death eaters had followed Voldemort to Grimauld place but not his best death eaters; they weren't strong and were easily fought off. Voldemort seemed to be losing his touch, and his followers, a lot of things had happened while they were in New York.
Voldemort was still powerful but his followers were dying off being killed by orders, or being put in Azkaban. Hermione opened her dark brown eyes and looked around the room, not knowing where she was right away.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked unsure of how her friend would react after just waking from sleeping since she'd passed out the night before, well she'd been woken long enough to be given dreamless sleep potion.
"Hi." Hermione said in a weak voice.
"She should eat something." Ron said getting up to tell madam Pomfrey she was awake.
Hermione sat up taking in the room and her friend's.
"You're still talking to me after what I did?" She asked not keeping her surprise off her face.
"Don't be silly of course we are!" Harry and Ginny said at the same time. Hermione gave them a grateful smile, but it was gone as soon as it had come. The memory of what had happened coming back. She fought back teres, crying was no good; it wouldn't bring the dead back. Madam Pomfrey bustled in with a tray of food. On it was a pitcher of pumpkin juice, two sandwiches and a piece of treacle tart. Not really feeling up to it but knowing she should Hermione took a bite of a sandwich, it was like a piece of lead on her tongue, but she managed to get it down. Would she ever get over this feeling that she was a heartless evil murderer? She knew she'd been under a curse and couldn't have done anything to stop what she'd been forced to do but still... Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Miss Granger the head master wishes to speak with you after you eat." Madam Pomfrey said as she left. Hermione forced down a few more bites and drank some pumpkin juice. After she was done her friends told her they'd see her later and left, a few minutes later Dumbledore entered.
"Well you're finally awake." He said sitting in one of the chairs across from her bed. She just nodded feeling not very talkative mostly she wanted to be alone right now.
"I know right now you're blaming yourself for what happened?" He asked.
"Isn't it?" She countered, not sounding sarcastic.
"No, for years Voldemort has manipulated people using the imperious curse and many other curses, and they like you were helpless to stop what they were forced to do. She didn't say anything, it would probably take a while for her to stop thinking somehow some way she could have stopped herself.
"I'm mostly here about your schooling, it is nearly the end of the year, well half over to be exact, and I think you could take the end of year tests and pass." He said
"No I'll finish up with the others." Hermione replied.
"Alright, we just thought maybe you'd like some time to deal with things." With that he stood to go,
"One thing." Hermione said quickly.
"Would you please tell the others I'll see them later, I need sometime to..." She broke off, to what? Think, dwell on the past tragedy that she had had no way of changing? Dumbledore simply nodded and left. She lay back wanting to cry, to through something anything but let what was on her mind be thought of. But she had no choice, but to think about it, what bothered her most is what if Draco died thinking she killed him of her own accord. She bit her lower lip hard to keep it from quivering, and closed her eyes tight to hold back the water fall of teres that had threatened. She new she had to go on, she couldn't just quit on life although at this time she felt she wasn't worthy of living. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a piece of parchment and began writing the lyrics to an Avril Lavigne song she loved but now could fully understand. It was a song by a muggle singer but she still was a muggle born and still had friends that were muggles there fore listened to there music, a tear slipped from her eye and plopped on the paper. She picked up a quill and a bottle of ink, and writing across the top. I'm so sorry and below,
For Draco.
I miss you.

I miss you, miss you so bad, I don't forget you, oh it's so sad. I hope you can hear me, I remember it clearly. The day you slipt away, was the day I found it wont be the same. No no, I didn't get around kissing you goodbye on the hand. I wish that I could see you again, I know that I can't. I hope you can hear me, because I remember it clearly, the day you slipt away. Was the day I found it won't be the same. I've had my wake up, wont you wake up I keep asking why? And I can't take it, it wasn't fake it, it happened you passed by. Now your gone, there you go, somewhere I can't bring you back. Now your gone, there you go, somewhere you're not coming back. The day you slipt away, was the day I found it wont be the same. No.
I miss you.
She lay down the quill, it wasn't quite the right song for what had happened but it would do,. She lay the parchment on the bed side table and fell back to sleep. More of the sleep dreamless potion had been in her pumpkin, since they all knew she wouldn't take it willingly but sleep was good for her right now. She'd move on and she did, two weeks later she was back in classes with the rest of the school putting what had happened behind her, but that doesn't mean Draco was forgotten by her completely.

A/N Well that's the end I don't think Twisted Angel really is a good title but I haven't got another one so oh well. Please review.