Ginerva Weasley's eyes flickered open. She was vaguely aware of someone gently shaking her and turned in their direction. The face before her was blurred, but still recognizable, "hey Mione," she whispered, bringing her hand to her head.

And life is a road

Hermione Granger sighed with relief, "Thank goodness, Gin," she said, "I was starting to worry."

Ginny gingerly sat up, "I'd be more worried about myself if I were you," she said, looking at the ugly cut that marred Hermione's face, "I think you need stitches, and you look like you're losing a lot of blood."

And I wanna keep going

"I can't get it to stop," Hermione answered as she surveyed their surroundings, "I think we should get out of here. Can you walk?" Hermione was looking at Ginny's left leg.

Ginny followed her gaze. Her left ankle was shoeless and completely black and blue, "I don't even remember that happening. Help me up?"

Hermione stood up and carefully pulled Ginny to her feet.

Love is a river

Ginny tried to put weight on her ankle and cried out in pain, "Ok, don't think that's gonna work. Think you can support me?"

Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny's waist and they began the slow trek. Ginny kept her eye on the ground to see where she was going, "do you see anyone?" she asked, breathing heavily.

I wanna keep flowing

"No," Hermione answered, "Which is odd. I guess the battle moved on after we were knocked unconscious. I just hope we aren't walking directly into enemy hands."

Ginny shook her head, "Harry did it, you know he did. He would die before letting Voldemort live."

Hermione sighed, "I just hope he didn't have to. Luna would be devastated."

Life is a road now and forever

"Hermoine," Ginny whispered, "what are the odds that all of us survived?"

Hermione turned and Ginny could see tears in her eyes, "Honestly, not good, but we've all trained well, that should work in our favor. Don't give up hope until we have too Gin. I'd hate to think we're the only ones left."

Ginny nodded, "See any wands we need to collect?"

Hermione shook her head, "I think we won this portion of the fight. I've collected only Mundungus' wand so far and don't see anyone else that I recognize. That reminds me, do you have your wand?" she asked.

Wonderful journey

Ginny searched her pockets, but to no avail. Hermione sighed, "I don't either. I guess they didn't check the bodies too well. Let's hope that we find the others before they meet someone who tells them that we're dead. In the meantime, we'll have to use Mundungus' wand to defend ourselves. I just hope there isn't a curse on it."

Ginny allowed a small chuckle to escape.

Hermoine looked at her, "Well, wouldn't you jump at the chance to curse a thief's wand? Hell, Mundungus would probably do it himself."

I'll be there when the world stops turning

"You're probably right," Ginny giggled, then fell silent as they saw movement to their right.

Hermione dropped her arm from around Ginny and turned toward the noise, "Gin, find a body and take it's wand," she said. Ginny scrambled on her knees to the nearest death eater and took his wand. As she struggled to get back on her feet, she watched as Crookshanks made his way to them.

I'll be there when the storm is through

Hermione sighed with relief and bent down to pet him, "Hello there, Crookshanks, was it you making all that noise?" She put her arm back around Ginny's waist, "Keep a hold of that wand, just in case," she whispered.

Ginny nodded. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Hermione broke it, "Well, now that we've sufficiently scared ourselves silly, we need a diversion."

In the end I wanna be standing

"What kind of diversion," Ginny asked; the pain in her ankle was getting worse. A diversion would help take her mind off the pain.

Hermione grinned, "Tell me about the day you and Draco started heading toward a relationship. I know you were friends for a while, but you never told us how you became friends. I'm curious, and frankly we need something to take our mind off the pain."

Ginny nodded, seeing how pale Hermione was turning, the cut on her face still bleeding profusely, "Well, it all started in my seventh year...

At the beginning with you