Apologies for the late/short update. Enjoy Chapter 7.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her screams woke everyone in The Burrow.

Ginny quickly moved from her bed across the room to Hermione. Harry was the first of the others to arrive. "What's wrong?"

Ginny was trying to restrain Hermione for she was now convulsing and muttering. "I don't know. I think she's having a nightmare."

"What's going on?" Bill was now in the room.

"We didn't steal anything." Hermione cried.

"We need to wake her up." Harry said frantically, knowing what his friend was dreaming of.

Every Weasley was now standing in Ginny's room, even George.

Ginny was crying now. "I can't. She won't wake up."

Everyone was either shaking her or saying her name until they heard someone in the doorway. They all stood still. Draco looked weak and by the looks of his tight grip on the doorway he couldn't even stand up on his own. His eyes were drooping. He would close them for long periods of time as though he couldn't hold them open.

Fleur went over to Draco, concerned for his wellbeing. "You zould really be in bed."

"Please," Hermione pleaded in her sleep again.

At her voice, Draco limped past Fleur and practically fell on Hermione's bed pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her lips all in one motion.

Harry felt a pang in his chest and he felt like he should be tackling Draco, but as his best friend's eyes fluttered open and her screams stopped, he couldn't feel anything but thankful. He released a breath he had been holding in.

Hermione didn't say anything. She only looked at Draco with tears in her eyes. She felt scared and embarrassed. Scared because she had just relived one of the worst moments in her life. Embarrassed because not only had everyone seen her little fiasco but they also saw yet another romantic moment between her and Draco Malfoy. She took another look at Draco but instead of him staring intently back at her, he was next to her asleep.

"Everyone back to bed." Mrs. Weasley ordered her family to leave the room.

Even Ginny left and followed Harry.

Harry sighed. "We should try to get back to sleep. There's a long day ahead." He plopped on his bed, but Ginny stood still. "What's wrong?"

Her voice was barely audible. "Do you see it now?"

"Come on. You need some sleep."

She didn't protest. Instead she crawled in bed beside Harry and quickly went back to sleep.

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Hermione wore a loose, baggy black laced dress and black heels along with a pair of sunglasses. She didn't feel like looking anyone in the eye today. The priest was speaking but she couldn't hear anything. Everything was a blur to her. The only thing keeping her standing was Harry.

"Hermione, Harry." The priest called to them.

At the sound of her name her head shot up. Harry took her hand and led her to a large mound of dirt. Each of them took a handful of dirt and dropped it in the hole created in the earth.

Once the funerals were over, Hermione just wanted to run, run away from it all. So that's what she did. She released Harry's hand, removed her black pumps, and ran. She finally stopped by the pond in the middle of the wheat fields. She couldn't breathe so she sat down on the ground and cried. She sensed someone behind her.

Harry sat down next to her but he didn't say anything at first. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Is Mal-" He bit his tongue, "Draco still unconscious?" She nodded her head yes. "It's gonna be okay, Hermione."

She sniffled. "How can you say that? Our best friend is dead. Nothing is going to be the same."

"I didn't say it would be the same. I only said it's going to be okay."

"I don't see how that's possible, Harry."

He removed his arm from her shoulders and took her hand. He knew she was right. He took a deep breath scared to ask his next question. "Hermione, tell me what you're feeling?"

She looked at him with tears in her eyes not exactly knowing how to answer his question. "I just can't help thinking that if he were still alive, everything would be as it should."

"But then you wouldn't have Draco."

"I'm just so confused, Harry."

"Look at me." He took her shoulders and turned her towards him. "You need to do what your heart tells you to do."

"But I just don't know."

"I think you do."

She looked at him with wide eyes.

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The days passed slowly and Draco still hadn't even moved. Fleur kept saying how amazing it was that he was able to walk to Hermione that night and it's a miracle that he's still alive even if he was only holding on by a thread.

Little did they know Draco could hear everything they said which wasn't much when they were in the room with him. He just couldn't move nor could he open his eyes and speak. He wanted to. He wanted to touch Hermione and tell her how much she meant to him. Then the moments of that fateful tragedy hit him yet again.

He stood there dumbstruck that she had just left him. He took a step forward but someone stopped him.

"Hello, traitor."

He knew that voice all too well. "What do you want Bellatrix?"

She smirked. "Revenge. You see Draco darling, no one gets away with betraying the Dark Lord especially for a filthy, dirty, ugly mudblood."

"Don't you dare talk about her like that." Anger stirring in his voice. He just wanted a peaceful life now.

She cackled her loud laugh. "You deserve what's coming. CRUCIO!"

Draco felt like his body was on fire. The pain was unbearable and seemed never ending. After a while and after so many curses, all Draco saw was black. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, he only felt and what he felt was death.

After what felt like hours, Bellatrix finally muttered something other than a curse. "Here, go be with your ghastly mudblood, if you live that long."

Draco fell to his knees, his head falling hard against a wall. Then the wall disappeared and he could faintly hear people around him yelling.

Draco came back to reality. It had been a week since he had opened his eyes but now he was conscious and alive.

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