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As Draco nervously made his way to talk to the healer, I held my breath subconsciously. I hoped with everything I had that Narcissa was okay. I don't think I could bare another person taken away from me, or Draco for that matter because of Voldemort. He may not be around anymore, but things are still done in his name. It all makes me sick because so many good people fought so all of this would stop and many people died for it, too. I sat there with Cissa's blood on my clothes and it was just as red as mine has always been. Me, a mudblood, had just saved a pureblood life. I fought so that this could be acceptable. She better make it, or I might honestly give up on humanity for good.

He was after Narcissa. The thought sprang into my conscious mind, it must have been there for some time and only now would I let myself think about It. And before I could analyze the thought more I was being tapped on the shoulder by another Healer. He said something about me needing to be looked over, but his words were all fuzzy and then it looked like time slowed down. I saw Harry's alarmed face and then everything was black.

I had gone into shock. I don't know how that happened after everything I had already been through. If I'm to be honest with myself, then I could say I was ashamed at myself. I freaking fainted! The worst thing is I fainted before I could find out what happened to Narcissa. I soon found myself with an overwhelming need to know if she was okay, or not. Maybe you should open your eyes first, Hermione. That, would probably be a good idea as the realization that I could hear muffled voices and whispers around me suddenly made itself known.

"Shh Harry, the Healer said she needed to rest," Ginny tried to whisper. She was an absolute awful whisperer, if I had to be honest. "Gosh Gin could you be any louder?" I said before I realized I had even spoken. Whoops. I still had my eyes closed because I knew the inquiry that would be waiting for me, but I really did have to know if Narcissa was okay. I slowly opened my eyes and let myself adjust to the brightness of the room. Why were hospitals always so white and fluorescent? It is freaking awful and an eyesore. Was that the hospital's goal? To blind their patients? I don't see the point, or purpose in that. I vow to never have completely white walls, or anything completely white again. Alright Hermione, enough procrastinating. I blinked a few times and took a look around at my surroundings. I was in a two bed room that had a curtain separating the middle and an anxious looking Ginny, a slightly amused Harry, a calm Shacklebolt, and a red faced Ron. Ron? When did he get here?

Ron opened his mouth to no doubt tell me loudly as to why he is furious with me this time. I really had no idea as to what I'd done now. Though, before he could make a sound Ginny cut him off in her usual fashion, "Hermione, there you are! How are you feeling?" That was a good question. How was I feeling? Groggy, tired, achy, and heavily medicated. Though, I think she was working for something along the lines of, "Fine, I think. How is Narcissa? Did she make it?" I asked urgently. Please say she's okay. Please!

"She is doing just fine. She was healed in time. The healers said that if you hadn't been there, or reacted as fast as you did then she would have lost too much blood to recover from," Kingsley answered from his perch in the chair by my feet. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was okay. Draco must be so relieved that his mum was okay. I can't imagine what must have been going through his mind when he heard from my patronus, or when the Healer needed to speak to him. It must have been terrifying. That does bring up one of the many questions running through my mind. He hugged me, was he overcome by emotion? Was he so thankful for being there? Draco bloody Malfoy hugged me. How am I supposed to handle that? I must have been staring into nothing, lost in my thoughts, longer than I thought because I was suddenly being shaken rather hard. Harder than was necessary for sure.

"Ron, don't be so rough! She's still medicated and whatnot, I mean she's still lying in the bloody hospital bed for crying out loud!" Harry exclaimed while pulling Ron off me. Ron had been acting strange the past few months. He was more distant, less happy, and angrier. I don't know what was wrong because he has shut me out. I try talking to him about what's wrong, but he keep saying nothing and telling me that I don't need to know everything. It hurt every time he would turn me away I mean it's been three months since we were last intimate. I missed him, but every time I would advance he would say that he wasn't in the mood. How am I supposed to take that? How should any girl handle it when her boyfriend doesn't want to have sex with her?

Harry had finally pulled him off and I was suddenly in the land of the living again. I looked at Ron and he had the decency to look ashamed, both glared nonetheless. What idiot shakes someone who is lying on the hospital bed? Oh wait, Harry already mentioned that.

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you? Merlin, Ronald," I exclaimed. The bloody wanker is going to know how upset I was with him.

"There is nothing wrong with me, what's wrong with you?" He asked. His face was getting red again. I could probably assume that he was working up his anger once more. What the hell is he angry about now?

"I was just attacked and one of my good friends almost died. That's what is wrong with me!" now I was working myself up! Where were his sympathies, where are his concerns? I was put in the hospital by a faceless man and my boyfriend seems to be angry, with me!

"Good friends? You're friends with Malfoy's mum? What the hell Hermione? You blow us off to save Her life! And I have to find out through Ginny?" He practically shouted.

"Let me see if I have this right, you are angry with me for saving an innocent life, missing dinner with you all, and that I didn't tell you in person? "I asked in a calm voice. Depending on how he answers that question determines how I am going to respond. It is up to him if it continues to be calmly, or if I unleash a fury to rival a riled Veela. He better think extremely carefully about his next words.

"That is exactly right! You're consorting with the enemy! You didn't have to save her life. This is borderline betrayal! The world would be better off with less Malfoy's," he yelled at me. He had resorted to actual shouting now. With those words he sealed his doom.

Just as I was about to unleash my almighty fury, Harry cut in. "I'm sure Ron didn't mean that, Hermione. Right Ron?" That was his poor attempt to keep the peace.

"I meant every word."

"That does it! Ronald Weasely, how dare you! I saw a friend in danger and I jumped in to help. I would have done the same for you, Harry, or Ginny! I wasn't going to stand by and watch her die! Narcissa is a wonderful woman who has done a lot of good for the community over the past few years. As for 'blowing you off' I was unaware that being on time was more important than a human life, there has already been too much bloodshed. There didn't need to be any more," I was screeching now. How bloody dare he?!

Giving him a piece of my mind was the wrong choice because no sooner had I finished when he exploded, "She is a Death Eater. She is evil! Not showing up when I was going to propose to you to save Death Eater scum is unforgivable!" He was breathing heavily and I swear to goodness he was foaming at the mouth.

"Don't you call her that!" Was all that I could get out. I was still trying to process the word propose. When had he decided to do that? Was that why he was so distant lately?

I chanced a look at the other people in the room to see how they were handling all of this. Harry and Ginny were looking at Ron disapprovingly and Kingsley looked as impassive as ever. Seeing him reminded me that I still need to give a proper statement to the Auror office. Great. That would have to come later though. This needed to be resolved, and I needed to see Narcissa for myself.

"I will call her whatever I please! As for you and me, as long as you are friends with Malfoys then we can't be together. You decide right now, who it is going to be. Us, or them!" The bastard declared. He actually gave me an ultimatum. I turned to Ginny.

"What about you? Do you want to make me choose between you and Narcissa? Do you think I've betrayed you? Do you agree with Ron?" I asked her seriously. I don't think she does considering she is engaged to Blaise Zabini. I needed to know because Ginny is important to me. Through the years I've known her, she has never turned her back on me, or taken me for granted.

"I would never, Hermione. I love you and I will always support you in whatever you decide to do.," she said sincerely. I could see the truth of her feelings in her eyes. Her deep brown eyes are always so expressive.

"And you Harry? Do you also condemn me also and support Ron's ultimatum?" I asked him hesitantly. Harry almost always took Ron's side of things, so I was understandably scared of what he would say. I wondered if he was going to see me as a traitor, too.

"You're the sister I never had. You've always been there for me, even when I wasn't there for you and for so many years I've taken you for granted. So now when the world is finally safer place for everyone, why should I condemn you for pursuing the unity that Dumbledore always spoke of?" He finally spoke after a few minutes of intense silence. I looked at him gratefully with teary eyes. It meant so much to me when he said that and he will never know just how happy that made me.

"But that brings me to you, Ron. You didn't call me a traitor when I saved Malfoy's life. I will also remind you that Mrs. Malfoy saved my life and without her I might not have defeated Voldemort. Get over yourself and the past. It's about damn time that you moved on," Harry told Ron. There was almost a cold tone to his voice and I was honestly a little scared.

Ron was stunned. There are probably a lot more words to describe the look on his face, but stunned just seemed to fit the best. I'm not sure how long I waited while not breathing for Ron's response. I watched all the emotions on his face play out in rapid succession from shock, hurt, embarrassment, and finally anger. His ears turned red and then the red from his rage spread to his face. It was rather horrifying to watch, because his face became red and splotchy. He started to shake and clench and unclench his fists. He opened his mouth to respond and I just knew this was going to be an utter shitstorm.

"You are all traitors! They are fucking Death Eaters! Once a Voldemort bitch, they always will be! Go ahead Hermione and be the Malfoy's whore, but you and I are through. You are all dead to me. Fuck you all!" and then he stormed out of the room. He was as articulate as always. After this was all done, the only thing I could think of is I just got dumped in a hospital bed, cheerio.