Hermione's POV

"You are my world." With that last sentence, his voice lowered, and he lowered his eyes. I reached my hand out to him, ignoring the pain it caused, and ran my fingers gently through his hair. We wanted to start off as friends, slowly work our way up to admitting to each other that we loved each other, but somehow my used to be friends somehow managed to wedge themselves in our plans again. Draco's head suddenly jerked off of my stomach, and my hand dropped painfully to my side as he strode out of the room swearing under his breath.

I heard some muffled yelling, and then someone forced their way into the room. When I saw Ginny, I looked away, wishing that these words on my skin would kill me already.

"Are you fucking insane Hermione?" She screeched at me, as Draco and Harry came in. Draco tried to shush Ginny, but Ginny would have none of it. "You tried to kill yourself, again? You realize this is the 8th time we've found you in the hospital, for the very same thing?" That stopped Draco completely as he looked at me in disbelief. I sighed. "10th, actually." I corrected, and Ginny's and Harry's eyes widened, and I could see unshed tears in Draco's.

"10th? Hermione, Jeeze, are you trying to kill yourself?" Harry asked.

"Why are you even here, Harry? Ginny? Do you two even care what happens to me? Neither one of you have made any effort in talking to me this past year. Neither one of you give a damn about what happens unless it affects you, what do you want."

"Hermione, we may not be in contact, but we still care." Draco snorted at that, Ginny glared. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, eventually you really will end up dying, someday, someone isn't going to find you. Do you have any idea how many people will miss you?"

I nodded. "Only one." I whispered. Ginny and Harry look horrified, Draco looked down awkwardly at his feet, knowing I was talking about him. "Draco is the only one who cares enough to be here. You two just came because it serve your own purpose. Draco? Can you get them out of here please, I'm exhausted." And with that, I turned over, while I listened to Ginny and Harry yelling at me, each other, and Draco until a nurse came in and shooed them from the room. Draco laid his hand on my unbandaged shoulder, squeezing softly. I refused to turn towards him, preferring to shed my tears alone.

Draco's POV

I never realized how truly broken she was. She seemed so happy to me whenever I saw her before this. But Ginny and Harry both told me that it came in waves. It happened at least once a month since Ron had left. I told Ginny and Harry that I had watched the memories that Hermione kept of it all, and told them that Ron did it the first time. I told them that he was the one that got her the dagger in the first place. When they didn't believe me, I brought them all of the memories, and I left and sat next to Hermione. I saw her shaking, and knew that she was still crying. I just sat there, letting her know that I was here for her when she needed me. I knew that she would not let me truly see her right now. It may take some time before she could really look at me again, and I would be patient with her. I would let her take the time she needed, but I'll be damned if I leave her home alone again.

When it was safe to bring her home, I laid her on the bed that I had in the library briefly, putting my patronus next to her to keep an eye on her. It would notify me if she did anything that needed to be watched. It seemed to sooth her a little, but she slept on. Ginny told me that she always slept of and on for a week after these accidents, as she called them. And she was right, it had been two days since, and she's done nothing but sleep, and eat when she was forced to. She never looked at me, and she never spoke. I knew she would eventually so I let her be.

I went into the room, charming the floor to clean the blood stains up from the carpet, and changed the linens on her bed. Who thought that I, Draco Malfoy would change the linens on a bed that belonged to a muggle born witch? Without telling a house elf to do it first? I was full of surprises lately. When I came back she was awake, staring at my patronus in unsuppressed shock.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it around?" I asked nervously. She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes.

"Where's my wand?" She asked, and I handed it to her hesitantly. "Expecto Patronum!" She said clearly, and her patronus shot out of the tip of her wand and swam through the air, playing and frolicking with mine. They were both otters. I couldn't help but smile before reaching down to pick her up, as both of our otters faded into nothing.

"That was rather unexpected, but I was told by both a nurse, and Ginny that you need to rest after that, so time for you to get all tucked into bed." I glared at her, "And no funny business, you hear me?" When I laid her on the bed, she actually smiled at me. It was short lived when I started going through her things.

"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled. "You can't just go through my things!"

"I can't be up here with you the entire time, Granger." I said, going back to her last name briefly, showing her the seriousness of what was going on. "I'm not leaving any chance for you to hurt yourself when I'm unable to watch you. It's either that or I can call Mrs. Weasley over and have her take care of you. I'm sure she'd love that. According to Ginny, she's been wanting to see you so I'm sure she'd come here without much invitation." Hermione glared at me, but didn't say anything else. Little did she know, I had already sent my patronus and asked the woman here anyway. She would stay here during the day when I couldn't be here constantly, and I would be here at night.