A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Warning: This chapter does elude to Hermione's attack and the aftermath.
Word count: 579
Hermione was sleeping on the chair in the classroom she and Draco had claimed as their own. Draco watched her sleep, keeping guard. He knew there was still something she wasn't telling him, or Severus, or even Dumbledore. He knew there had been more that just Warrington that day on the train. Yes, he was the current threat, he was the only one who had acted since then. It didn't excuse the others from what they'd done. Hermione made a little soft noise in her sleep. Draco reached and took her hand.
"I'm here," he promised, "I'll always be right here," he added. Hermione blinked her eyes open and looked over at him.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey," he replied. "You fell asleep around midnight, I stayed here to make sure you were alright," he explained. Hermione nodded, stretching her arms above her head. Her elbows made cracking sounds causing Draco to smile.
"We probably should at least attempt to go to classes today," she whispered, looking over at the board.
"True, if we both disappear..."
"People will talk, and I don't think them talking will accomplish anything."
"Not if they're talking about the wrong thing, no. Hermione, I know you don't want to talk about what happened on the train-"
"No, I don't," Hermione snapped. "It, I can't talk about it, not now. It's..." she just shook her head. Draco nodded, taking her hand again.
"Hermione, we both know you're going to have to tell the whole story eventually. We both know Warrington wasn't alone." Draco let the statement hang in the air for a moment, watching Hermione's face. He could see the fire in her eyes flicker, revealing the very broken young woman she had become.
"He's the only one we can go after right now. He's the only one who did something after the fact. He's the one so obsessed with making me silent," she whispered.
"We're going to bring them all to justice, Hermione. I promise," Draco stated. Hermione looked into his eyes, she bit her lower lip slightly.
"Even if I'm not entirely certain who they are?" she asked. "I know Warrington was there, the others... I'm not sure who they were," she finally admitted. "I don't know their names, I know they're seventh, or sixth, years. Everything was such a blur, Warrington's face is the only one I saw clearly."
Draco nodded. Hermione had had a shock, it wasn't surprising her mind blurred the details, that it kept trying to forget to protect itself from the mental pain.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay," Draco stated, allowing Hermione to crawl into his arms. He had a pretty good idea who the others were. He knew who hung out with Warrington, knew who his little groupies were. "We'll figure it out, together. Right now, I have a letter to send my father and you should try to head to class. I know you still want to beat me grade wise," Draco half joked. Hermione raised her head, a slight smile playing on her tearstained face.
"True, I should put in an appearance, before Dumbledore starts to realize we're up to something, or people start talking about the wrong things," she added, giving Draco a quick kiss before slipping from his arms and out the door. Draco watched her leave, determined to bring those who had hurt her to justice, no matter the costs. He pulled out a sheet of parchment and started to write.
