Disclaimer: Don't own it, just covet it.

A/N: Sorry about the sait but was glitchy and wouldn't let me upload the chapter.

Hermione ran down the hallway and into the room that now held the only man she had ever loved. She raced over to his side and knelt beside his unmoving form. The tears welled up in her eyes again as her eyes took in the cuts and newly formed bruises all over his face and chest. They spilled over as she took his hand in hers and laid her head down on it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him. "I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me."

Harry and Ron as well as the rest of the Weasley's stood in the doorway and watched as Hermione cried herself to sleep while holding onto Viktor like a lifeline.

Mrs. Weasley walks in and grabs the chair by the door. She puts it next to Viktor's bed and slowly moves Hermione into it.

"We should take her home Molly," Arthur said behind her.

"She would never forgive us, Arthur. And you know that."

"She's been here for the last 7 hours."

"So have we, and we should all go home for some rest. But she needs to stay here." Arthur opened his mouth to protest but she shushed him with a finger over his lips. "Do you think anyone moved me from your side when you were here and unconcious? Do you think they could have?"

Arthur sighed in defeat. "Harry and Ron aren't going to want to go."

"They'll stay if they want. The rest of us need sleep though."

"I'll get the boys ready. I'm sure Fred and George need to head back to their shop anyhow."

Molly made a slight noise at the mention of the twins shop, but didn't say a word. She carefully placed a small pillow she conjured behind Hermione's head before walking out of the room.

Her back hurt, he neck hurt, her body was stiff and there was a dull aching behind her eyes. She didn't want to open them, but she had to. She cracked them slowly and let the light from the window slowly filter in, letting her eyes adjust. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and shifted in her chair.

Chair? She never remembered a chair. She looked around the room and saw no one but Viktor in the bed in front of her. Slowly pulling her hand away from his, she stood up and stretched. After her muscles stretched and moaned, she bent down over his still comatose body. She sighed and moved a piece of hair out of his face she hadn't noticed earlier.

"The longer he stays in a coma, the smaller chance he has of waking up," she remembered the Mediwitch tell her. The tears started to pool in her eyes again, despite the pain behind them. Sniffing lightly, she brushed them away before they could spill.

Hermione kissed Viktor's forehead before she walked over to the window and opened the curtains the rest of the way. Viktor had always enjoyed the morning sun and opened his curtains every morning. It would be no different now, except she would open them for him.

"Oh, you're awake!" said a voice behind Hermione. She jumped and turned around fast, her wand out in a split second and leveled at the chest of the person behind her.

"S-sorry," Hermione said as she lowered her wand to the mediwitch that had just entered the room. "Little jumpy."

"That is understandable," the woman said with a smile. "Has he moved today?"

"No," Hermione said softly. "Not even a twitch."

The mediwitch sighed. "We're doing all we can to make sure he does wake up. If you see anything move, please alert us as quickly as possible."

Hermione nodded to the older woman and her eyes drifted back over to Viktor.

Days passed and they turned into nights, which melted away into more days. They started to meld together into one long blur to Hermione as she stayed by Viktor's side. The only time she left his side was when the mediwitches came in to administer potions to him and when someone would come by to check up on her and bring her a fresh change of clothes. She would make them stay and watch Viktor as she showered quickly and came back out to resume her post.

On this particular day, Hermione came out of the bathroom from her shower with a smile on her face.

"Glad to see you can still do that," Harry said as he stood up to let her sit back down. "What's the occasion?"

"I just feel...more refreshed today than usual," she answered.

"Could you vague that up for me?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Hermione laughed at him before slipping her hand into Viktor's. "I know he has to wake up soon, that's all."

Harry's smile faltered as he looked down at the hope radiating off her face. "Of course he does. He has you waiting here for him."

"Thank you Harry."

"Anytime," he answered before walking to the door. As he reached it he turned around. "Ron and I will stop in later tonight, ok?"

Hermione nodded before grabbing a book from the bag he had left for her.

Hermione leaned her head back against the chair to ease the pain from behind her eyes away. She let her eyes close and her grip tighten on Viktor's hand. It only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep, the book in her lap falling onto the floor. The noise echoed across the room but didn't wake the sleeping woman.

Hermione's hand squeezed back reflexively when she felt hers being squeezed. The thought quickly traveled to her mind and it woke her up immediately. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down to see the only thing that could be squeezing her hand was...Viktor's hand.

Hermione bit her bottom lip as her eyes traveled from his hand to his face. She saw one eye slowly crack open before the other one did. A ragged breath escaped his lips and he just stared forward as they adjusted to the light he hadn't seen in two weeks. Slowly, she saw his eyes dart over and meet hers. With a choked laugh she stood up from her chair and ran her free hand over his cheek.

"Hi," she whispered. She saw him open his mouth, but nothing came out. "It's ok," she said as she saw the pain flash through his face. "You'll be fine. Don't push yourself."

Hermione watched as he raised his hand and moved a stray curl out of her face. This simple act caused the tears to pour out of her eyes. "I-I need to go get the Mediwitch. I'll be right back." She squeezed his hand before turning and running out of the room. She ran down the hallway, slowing only to turn the corner and almost crash into the Mediwitch in charge of Viktor during the night shift.

"Oh my goodness, is something wrong?" the witch asked.

"He woke up!"

Harry rounded the corner to Viktor's room, Ron at his side. He knew it was late, but Hermione needed all the support she could get at the moment and he would give it to her. It was the least he could do. His eyes darted down the hallway and saw Hermione slumped against Viktor's door, sobbing so much her entire body was shaking almost violently. Harry began to panic as his feet reacted and he ran all the way down to her, Ron hot on his heels.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry said as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She just grabbed onto the front of his shirt and sobbed. "Oh god Hermione. Viktor's all right isn't he?"

Hermione just sobbed harder.

"Bloody hell, he's not...is he?"

Hermione finally shook her head and lifter her face from Harry's chest. A smile broke out on her tear streaked face. "S-sorry," she said.

"What happened Hermione?" Harry asked.

"He woke up," she said. "He woke up and I just felt so happy. And then I just started to think about how scared I was he wasn't going to make it. How much it would hurt if I never saw his eyes open again, how-how much I almost lost." Hermione started sobbing again and Harry looked over at Ron, confusion on both their faces.

"Women," they muttered.

The door behind them opened and an older Mediwitch walked out. "Ms. Granger?"

"Yes?"

"You may go in, but I must ask you to be cautious. He's very weak and he needs to rest."

"He rested for nearly two weeks," Ron said with a matter-of-fact vioce.

The elder witch only gave him a reprimanding look before letting Hermione back into Viktor's room and walking back down the hall and around the corner.

Author Babble:

YAY! Viktor's AWAKE! -dances-