Disclaimer; Secretly I am JK Rowling and am planning to kill off everyone...hhmmmwwwhhhhhhaaaaaa! Just kidding...

A/N I know this is a shorter chapter but it's kind of a filler so just bear with me. If you haven't read my one shot 'The summer of Ginny' yet...please do. Even if you don't like Ginny/Draco stories I would like some more reviews for that oneshot. Thanks! Happy reading and don't forget to review!

Waiting

Hermione stayed by Draco's bedside as he lay there sleeping. Every time his eyes would move under his lids she would jump up and try to wake him. So far it hadn't worked. It had been three long days of waiting. Three days of tears. Three days of Ron, Harry and Ginny watching Hermione in silence plead over his still body to just wake up. She ate nothing, and only slept in few minute increments. The large bags underneath her eyes gave Hermione the appearance of a corpse.

"Hermione," Harry started. "Go back to my house shower, change your clothes and then come back. We will keep watch for you."

"No…no…I want to be here the minute he wakes up. I want him to know that I was here the entire time." she said in a weak voice.

"I wasn't asking." Harry said sternly. "You are in the order and I am the leader. You swore when you joined you would follow any order given without question. Go to my house and clean up."

Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please Harry…" she said starting to sob again.

"Go." he said. Fully knowing it was for her own good. Hermione stood up glaring at him.

"Fine." she said walking out of the room and towards the atrium where she could floo back to number 12. She hated Harry for making her leave.

'It's for you own good.' she mocked Harry's voice inside of her head.

She reached the floo, grabbed some powder and called out;

"Number 12 Grimmauld place."

The bright green flames swirled around her and soon she was stepping out of the fireplace at Harry's house. Molly was sitting in front of the fire knitting.

"Hermione dear…you don't look so good. Would you like me to fix you something?"

"No thanks Mrs. Weasley. I'm not that hungry."

"Nonsense. Besides Harry already owled and ordered me to feed you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry could be so bossy sometimes.

"Okay then. But I am going to take a shower first."

"It will be ready when you are done." she said hurrying to the kitchen. Hermione climbed the stairs slowly. She had not realized how emotionally and physically drained she really was. It had been the longest week of her life.

By the time she got to the top of the stairs she felt like she could curl up and fall asleep on the worn wood floor. She managed to make her way to the bathroom and turn on the hot water. She stripped off the clothes she had been wearing for days and threw them on the floor. She didn't care about order and neatness at that moment. All she cared about was getting done and getting back to St. Mungo's. She stepped inside the shower letting the water run over her naked tired body. She washed her hair first, cleaning away all the residue of their encounter with Voldemort and Snape. Then she washed up, cleaning her nails thoroughly. There were still traces of blood, of his blood underneath them. And then she began to cry again. Finally she had found someone to love. And who returned her love and fate had taken him away from her. She took several deep breaths before getting out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried off before brushing her teeth thoroughly. Her parents would be mortified if they found out she had skipped brushing for three whole days. She headed back to her room with only a towel wrapped around her thin body. When she got inside she closed the door and laid her head a pillow of the bed they had shared. His scent still lingered on the pillowcase and sheets. She inhaled as deeply as she could, savoring every note of his fragrance.

'He has to be alright.' she thought as she lay there. And minutes after lying down she fell fast asleep for the first time in days. She began to dream almost immediately.

"Okay, let's tuck them in and get to bed ourselves." he grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and got up off of the couch. They walked up the stairs hand in hand before she heard a scream.

Hermione broke away from Draco's grip and took the stairs two at a time. She checked Emily's room first. Emily was sitting on her bed brushing her hair.

"Who screamed?" she asked her daughter.

"I didn't hear anything mum." Emily said puzzled. Draco caught up with her.

"What is going on?"

"Someone screamed." Hermione said breathlessly running to Brennan's room. He was in bed waiting for his kiss goodnight.

"I'll be right back Brennan." she said racing to Roslyn's pink nursery. She flung open the door and put her hands over her mouth in horror.

Standing in the nursery, holding her tiny baby was Voldemort. The baby didn't make a sound as Voldemort silkily stroked her baby fine blonde hair.

"Put her down you sick fuck!" Draco said shouting and pulling his wand out of his robes.

"Shhhh…you'll wake her." Voldemort said with some kind of a putrid smile on his face.

"Give her to me." Hermione demanded. She walked right up to Voldemort, not a bit scared for herself.

"Where are your manners? You and your blood traitor husband didn't even invite me to the wedding or send me a birth announcement." he hissed.

"Are you addled in the brain? Did Azkaban do this to you?" Draco spat back. "Release my daughter now." his wand was pointed directly at Voldemort's heart.

"Put your wand away boy. It will do no good against me. You see my most faithful servant Snape escaped Azkaban and reunited my body with my last Horcrux. And to reward him, I promptly killed him and made another Horcrux to protect me."

Draco's hand was shaking a bit.

"LET HER GO!" Hermione screamed. Just then Brennan and Emily walked in the room.

"Mum, Dad? What's going on? Who is that and why is he holding Roslyn?" Emily said wide-eyed.

"GO BACK TO BED." Draco roared. The two frightened children, who had never heard their father yell, obeyed immediately.

"How sweet they are." Voldemort hissed through his teeth.

"Don't you even look at them!" Hermione shrieked. "Give me my baby!"

"How rude of me. Here she is….AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Hermione's scream shook the very foundation of the tiny house.

Hermione woke up screaming. Her forehead was covered in sweat as was her bed sheets. Molly came running up the stairs and burst through Hermione's door.

"What's wrong? What happened?" she asked.

"Just a bad dream." Hermione said catching her breath. "Nothing to worry about."

"Alright dear. Well if you've had enough rest come downstairs and eat."

Hermione nodded and after Molly left the room she got dressed in some clean yoga pants and a short t-shirt. She put some sandals on her feet and made her way down the steps towards the kitchen. Her heart was still racing. That dream. It was so real. Just like the one she had before…only worse.

"Here you go Hermione." Molly said placing a huge bowl of soup, a loaf of bread and a pitcher of pumpkin juice on the table.

"Mrs. Weasley? Do you have anything stronger?" she said pointing to the juice.

"Of course. How about some elf made wine?"

"That would be great." Hermione said.

"Care to share the dream?" Molly asked as she poured the wine.

"It was Voldemort. He came back, and killed my daughter…well our daughter." Hermione said.

"Our? As in you and Mr. Malfoy I presume?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well it was just a dream." Molly said soothingly.

"But I've had it before…well part of it. He said in the dream that Snape found the last Horcrux and brought him back…and then he showed up at our house and killed our baby!" Hermione said sobbing in between drinks.

"You don't have any seer blood in you…right?" Molly said in a quizzical manner.

"I don't think so. I am the first witch in the family." Hermione told her.

"Don't be so sure…generations and generations of witches and wizards have married muggles. Way down your family tree might be something…you just never know."

Hermione shrugged taking another drink.

"Oh, and this came for you yesterday." Molly said handing Hermione two letters.

"Thank you." she replied. She ate a few big bites of soup before opening the first letter. It was from her parents.

Dear Hermione,

I hope everything is alright with you. It's been so long since we have heard from you and even longer since we have seen you. You know how worried we are about you. Everything is fine here; your father and I are working a lot. It helps keep our minds off of worrying for you. Please write back when you get this. We love you so much.

Mum and Dad

Hermione felt so bad for neglecting her parents. She had been so preoccupied with Draco that she had forgotten to write to them and let them know she was safe. She went over to the old desk in the corner and grabbed some parchment and a quill.

Dear mum and dad,

Things are hectic here. We just finished our trip and Harry captured Voldemort after weakening him to the point of death. We suffered two losses. Professor McGonagall and Neville Longbottom. And my friend Draco is in the hospital…he may or may not make it. When he gets better I would love for you to meet him. I promise when all this chaos is over I will come home for a visit.

I love you both and I am safe,

Hermione

Hermione grabbed the second letter and tore it open. She recognized the sloppy handwriting at once. Viktor.

Dearest Hermione,

I have not heard from you in a while and it worries me. If I don't hear from you in a week's time I will head down there. I hope everything is well with you. I miss you terribly. It is very lonely here and a letter and a visit would make time go so much faster for me. How is the hunt going? Is Harry any closer? You know I care about you deeply, and I hope you return the feelings. Please write back quickly.

Love always,

Viktor

Hermione browsed the letter quickly and wrote a hasty response. She didn't want to get into the depths of their friendship with Viktor right now. She let him know that she was fine, and that Harry had succeeded, and that she would write a better letter soon. She gave both letters to Hedwig who was anxious to have something to do. Just as she was finishing her lunch another owl, this time a grey one, came pecking on the window. She grabbed the letter and read it quickly before dropping it on the kitchen floor and running to the fireplace. It had two words;

He's awake.