A/N: Hey all. I know it has been a very long time and I'm so sorry. I had planned this story out from the beginning but I just couldn't bring myself to write this final chapter. I haven't written much over the past 6 months and I've just felt so uninspired. A week ago I just felt the need to finish this story. It was tough for me to get it out but here it is. It feels a little awkward and somewhat forced but I just needed to complete it. I've read over it a few times, I'm sure there are still a few mistakes so please excuse them but I felt like if I didn't publish it now, I might not ever. For those of you who followed this from the beginning: thanks so much for the support, without you I feel I would have never felt inspired to finish this, sorry to have kept you waiting so long for the ending!

As usual: I don't own Harry Potter (unfortunately) and am merely using the magical creations of Rowling to inspire new stories.

Hope you enjoy! xx


"Where is she?!" Weasley shouted as he pushed through the crowd gathered in the waiting room. Draco sighed, it was so like Weasley to make such a fuss. He had been sitting on a chair in the waiting room, resting his head in his hands for the past forty minutes and he lifted his head, squinting under the bright lights of the hospital hallway to look at the ginger man.

"Where is Hermione?!" Weasley yelled at the first Medi-Witch he could see. With another sigh Draco stood, cracking his back as he did so.

Before he could say anything, Ginny was there, hands on her hips glaring at her brother. "Ronald!" She shouted in exasperation, "How dare you yell at her! She is here to do her job! Now come down and- Oh Draco!" She sounded very much like her mum and he flinched a little as she turned her attention to him.

He needn't have worried though as all he received was a hug from the very pregnant spitfire. "Are you alright? We heard you found her…" She was looking up at him quizzically, eyes searching his own, as Potter appeared through the crowd, looking a little worse for wear.

"You alright there Potter?" Draco nearly chuckled at his dishevelled appearance before remembering why they were there.

"I'm fine Malfoy- you try keeping up with these two fireballs when there's an emergency!" He exclaimed whilst glaring at the two in question. Ginny glared right back at Potter and then smirked.

"Well, it is an emergency right?" She replied snarkily before turning back to Draco. "So? Tell us everything! Where did you find her? What's the matter with her?"

The three friends gathered closer to Draco as he gestured for them to follow him into a less crowded area of the waiting room. He could already see Skeeter's beady eyes following them and he really didn't care to have her eavesdropping on their conversation. He had noticed her as soon as she had arrived in her terrible attempt at some sort of undercover costume. Her hair spelled a dark brown and falling straight instead of her usual curly and wearing some sort of green pant-suit. She wasn't fooling anyone and the Medi-Witches were refusing to speak with her.

Once he thought they had enough distance from eager ears, he began to explain what had happened most recently. He had indeed brought Hermione into St. Mungo's and yes she was unconscious. The Medi-Staff had taken her immediately into a closed off area and came in and out only to ask him questions. "But I don't know anything else, they won't answer my questions, they've just been demanding answers from me."

"But Draco, how did you find her? Weren't you out in Yorkshire for a work trip? How in Godric's name did you find her unconscious?" Ginny all but demanded of him. He wished he had prepared for this situation and he opened his mouth to explain but hesitated. His eyes searched each of theirs and he stuttered as he began to try to explain.

Luckily for Draco, a rather harried looking Medi-Witch with greying hair and large, orange spectacles came rushing towards them as he was about to start his story.

"She's waking up! Hurry, hurry this way!" She all but pushed them down the corridor, ignoring the other wizards and witches who were demanding answers- she even turned away Kingsley Shacklebolt (Current Minister for Magic)! Potter glanced back towards him mouthing sorry as they went past.

When they entered the sterile, white room, they immediately gravitated towards the sides of her bed. There was one other Medi-Witch in the room, this one looked younger with short purple hair and she was waving her wand through a complex series of spells.

Hermione was laying there, beneath the pale blue sheets and looking quite pale. Still in her work polo, hair a mass of curls around her head. Her eyes began to flutter and the Medi-Witch's muttering intensified. Finally, with a great groan, Hermione's eyes popped open and her hand reached up to rub her forehead as she groaned again. Draco's heart began to race- what if this really was Jeanette, a rather attractive muggle with a weird cat who had no idea who or what Hermione Granger was?

"What on Earth?" she muttered confused, has she blinked against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the window and began to try to sit up. The Purple-Haired Medi-Witch pushed her way in beside Weasley, across the bed from where Draco was standing.

"Miss Granger?" she started, "You were unconscious there for a bit. We've had to do some rather complicated spells in order to wake you and you may be experiencing some side-affects."

Hermione shook her head a little and then her eyes flitted around the room to take in the people hovering around her hospital bed. She looked at Draco last and her confused expression changed to something else. Draco wasn't sure what feeling her expression conveyed but he didn't think it was good for him and he swallowed harshly.

"I would like everyone to leave except for Draco and the Healers please." Hermione said at last.

"But Hermione-" Ron spluttered, just as Ginny grabbed his arm so swiftly and dragged him out of the room before he even had the chance to finish his sentence. Draco nearly chuckled as he watched her hauling Weasley out the door, remembering how much he had grown to like the red-headed witch in the last few years, until he heard Hermione behind him, clearing her throat.

"Draco. What in Godric's name were you thinking?" Hermione muttered, shaking her head as she sat up a little straighter on the hospital bed. She turned to the healers and began to speak quietly, they were all using medical terms that he could barely follow and then somehow the Healers were nodding and leaving the room as well.

"What-" Draco muttered in exasperation as Hermione turned her big brown eyes on him and sighed.

"Oh Draco, you've ruined everything." She sighed and she looked so disappointed that he was sure he definitely had. "Why on Earth were you in Bradford of all places?"

He was a little confused by her questions and began to explain that he was there on some business but she cut him off.

"Yes, yes I seem to recall." She replied, pursing her lips.

He had no idea what was happening.

"So you are Hermione then?" He asked slowly, his eyes searched her face as though it might hold the answer and he leaned over her slightly.

"Yes Draco. But I am also Jeanette, although I was never both at the same time."

Yeah, he definitely had no idea what was happening.

"Just pull over a chair Draco and sit down before you faint." He would have replied with a sarcastic comment if he wasn't indeed feeling rather peckish.

She went on to explain how life after the war had been horrendous for her. She had briefly seen a muggle therapist ("A healer for your mental health, Draco") and had found it too challenging to address all she had been through in the war without spilling the wizarding secret. She had tried different muggle medications, and she had been too nervous to approach Wizarding professionals as she was supposed to be this strong, courageous witch, not a cowardly lion (He didn't understand why she chuckled a bit at this part). Eventually she came up with a plan to create a new version of herself- a muggle version as if the magic in herself had never been there. She planned everything, created new memories, left herself her cat, found one of the most obscure places in England she could and then created a new version of Obliviate in order to complete her plan.

She hadn't told anyone about it. Not even Harry or Ron because she had needed to do something for herself and by herself. "I know it was selfish of me." She said as she sniffled. "But I just couldn't bare it any longer. The weight of all the deaths and the memories were worse than the cruciatus, Draco."

Then she looked back up at him with tears in her eyes and reached for his hand. "I'm sorry, I left but I'm also not sorry. If that makes any sense?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes going to their joined hands before looking back up into her eyes. "I understand." He replied slowly. "I often have great feelings of despair in regards to those times. The cruciatus you mentioned, being one of them." He paused for a moment, staring into her beautiful brown eyes and then continued, "So what happens next?"


Epilogue

MALFOY HEIR FINDS WAR HEROINE

WAR HEROINE DISCOVERED IN NORTH YORKSHIRE

GOLDEN TRIO REUNITED

GRANGER SPONSORS NEW POST-WAR TRAUMA CENTRE

GRANGER INVENTS NEW SPELL

GRANGER AND MALFOY TOGETHER?

News following Hermione's return spread like wildfire. Hermione and Draco met with Kingsley and their friends following her discharge from the hospital and explained everything. Surprisingly, Ron seemed the most understanding throughout the explanation and even teared up at one point telling Hermione that he understood what she was going through but just wasn't sure how to address it. In the next few weeks they all worked together to create a proposal for a new trauma centre, including training witches and wizards in muggle therapy techniques and beginning having more meetings involving sharing feelings and how they were still dealing with the atrocities following the war.

Draco felt time moving extremely quickly. It was a whirlwind of meetings and proposals to get Hermione's trauma centre off the ground and the following weekend they were going to return to Bradford in order to settle Jeanette's accounts. Hermione had surprised him by inviting him along as following her return they had rarely had a moment alone and they had only shared the bare minimum of their dalliance with the others. Although, Ginny had read between the lines right away and had taken him out to tea for the full story. She felt Hermione would forgive him and that they might even be able to have a future together if that was what he wanted.

While packing for the trip he had decided that was indeed what he wanted and he planned on wooing her throughout their weekend there. Little did he know, Hermione was planning the exact same thing!

The end :)