Chapter 6. Going. Going. Gone.

I woke up to the sound of three people talking, sounding very worried.

"I don't know what happened, Malfoy was being a ferret like always and then she fell and started shaking. I woke her up and all she said was 'Malfoy', so I told him to leave."

"Well, when she's ready, we need to know what she saw. I don't know why this is happening to her, it really isn't fair. And why isn't it happening to the rest of us?"

"I don't know either," said a third voice, "it's wrong. It's Hermione, for Godric's sake!"

"I just hope she wakes up soon."

"Guys, wh – where am I?" I whispered.

"Hermione! You're at the Burrow, on the couch in the living room."

"Ron? Is that you?"

"Yeah, 'Mione. It's me and Harry and Ginny."

"Can I speak with you alone?"

"Of course."

Harry and Ginny left and I sat up on the couch and Ron sat next to me. I turned sideways and put my legs over his.

"Ron. I hate this. Why am I this way? Why did this only happen to me?"

"I don't know, 'Mione. But we're going to get you better, okay?"

"I suppose."

"'Mione?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

I smirked at him and got off the couch.

"Oh, okay. We don't have to. I was just -" Ron started to say before I silenced him with my lips. I sat on his lap so I was straddling him and I felt his arms go around my waist. I put my hands in his hair and heard him groan in the back of his throat, which made me smile. I pulled away and looked at him. He kept his eyes shut and let his head fall against the back of the couch, his lips red and hair tousled. I laughed to myself and he opened his eyes and I saw a small smile overtake his mouth. He pulled in into him and rested his forehead against mine. He placed small kisses on each of my eyes, the tip of my nose and then a gentle one on my mouth. As our mouths started moving together, I felt his tongue against my bottom lip and I gasped, which he took as my invitation. After a few minutes I pulled away and felt a tear fall down my face. He looked at me lovingly until he saw the tear escaping and his mouth dropped.

"'Mione? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Did I go too far too fast? I'm so sorry!"

"Ron, stop! I'm not upset, at all. I'm crying because I haven't been this happy or carefree in so long, and I'm just scared it's going to come crashing down on me, now that I'm truly happy."

"That isn't going to happen. Nothing could pull us apart, not now. You're mine."

I smiled up at him, gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. I lay back down on the couch and pulled him with me, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat once again.

"Obliviate." I looked around the room to see all the pictures of me disappearing and my parents stood up, deciding they wanted to move to Australia.

"Who are you?" I looked up to see my parents looking at me, wondering who I was.

"Oh – I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here."

"No, you shouldn't. Leave, or we're going to call the police!"

"Of course, sir. Good day."

I walked out, and saw my parents glaring at me as I walked away, and I knew that my spell had worked.

I woke up in a cold sweat, and I was shaken to the core. I opened my door to see Harry standing in front of me.

"'Mione. It's been a month. It's time to go for a check up."

"But I really don't want to, Harry. I'm doing f–"

"Hermione. You know you aren't doing fine, so don't even finish that sentence."

"Ugh. Fine. Lets get this over with. When do we have to leave?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Then I'm going to shower. I'll be down soon."

"You better be!" said Harry with a smirk.

I went to the bathroom, took a shower, got changed and before I knew it, my twenty minutes was up. I met Harry, Ginny and Ron in the living room and we flooed to St. Mungo's.

After checking in, we were lead to a room and had to sit in there for almost half an hour before a young mediwitch came in, about the same age as me.

"Hermione Jean Granger?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Hello, my name is Dr. Abbott, you are here for your one month check-up because of a serious case of PTSD after the Final Battle against You-Know-Who. Is this all correct?"

"Uhm – yes. It is. You said you're name is Dr. Abbot, you aren't related to Hannah, are you?"

"Well, I am. She is my little sister, I'm Audrey."

"Oh! Well, hello then."

"Yes, lets get started. So have you been having flashbacks? Dreams? Random bursts of anger or sadness?"

"Yes, all of that."

"So the flashbacks, how bad are they on a scale of one to ten."

"Eleven."

"Understood. How many have you had?"

"Four and one dream."

"What is the main theme in each flashback?"

"They are just the worst memories of my past…except one. One was of me punching Draco Malfoy, but before I got to, he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me away. This happened right after I saw him in Flourish and Botts."

"And the dream?"

"Uhm – the dream was last night, and I dreamt about the day when I had to send my parents away to keep them safe from Voldemort."

"Don't speak his name."

"Oh, I'm sorry. From He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Except this time they caught me at the house and threatened to call the police."

"I see. When have you been getting angry or sad?"

"I don't really know what causes it, but it happens usually when someone wants me to do something, anything."

"Has this happened often?"

"Not really, a few times."

"And are you still able to laugh and joke around with your family and friends?"

"All the time."

"Well, you've made tremendous progress in the last month, Ms. Granger. We were not expecting you to be able to recover like you have."

"I've recovered? Because I still feel horrible."

"Well, we expected you to be in a constant state of depression and having dreams every night, but you told me you can still laugh, and that is quite amazing. So, yes, you have recovered, amazingly. You should expect some anger and the odd flashback, but take a calming drought before you sleep, and you should be fine."

"Thank you so much."

"My pleasure. We're finished here. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

We arrived back at the house, to two expectant parents looking at us with eager eyes.

"I'm doing great, they said. I should be back to normal soon."

"Hermione, that's fantastic!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, Dear. Absolutely lovely." Said Mr. Weasley smiling.

"Come on then, I'll make some tea." Mrs. Weasley said, rushing to the kitchen, with Mr. Weasley following behind.

"Harry and I are going to go upstairs until tea, see you lot later." Ginny winked at me and went upstairs with Harry.

Ron and I sat on the couch and I rested against his chest, listening to him breathe. He kissed my forehead and was rubbing my side lazily with his hand, before I felt everything go black.

"Their dead. You killed them…and now their dead!" I felt myself scream as tears rolled down my face. I looked up and saw the one man I feared standing in front of me.

"Yes, mudblood. I killed you're parents, the Weasley's, the Order and the-boy-who-wouldn't-die. Now you're alone. I only spared your life, because Fenrir begged for me to let him have his way with you, and then I could kill you."

"Please. Please. Kill me now! I don't want to live without them. Please…"

"Oh no. You're his now. Fenrir!" Voldemort barked.

Fenrir Greyback came running in and a smile took over his face, his eyes caressing my body and I felt disgusting.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione! Wake up! Wake up, 'Mione!"

"Ron?"

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm right here."

I sobbed into his shoulder and he held me on the couch.

"I'm going to take you to bed now, 'Mione."

I whimpered and he took that as a yes. I felt him place me in my bed and try to turn around and leave but I held onto his shirt, looking up at him, my eyes begging him to stay, and he complied.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley."

"Morning Hermione, what are your plans for the day today?"

"I'm going to go to Diagon Alley to buy some new quills and hopefully get a new book from Flourish and Botts."

"Is anyone joining you today?"

"No, I'm going on my own. Just spend a day on my own, get some fresh air."

"Understandable. Be home by dinner?"

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley, can you let Gin, Ron and Harry know where I went?"

"Of course, dear."

After spending a day in Diagon Alley, I headed to Flourish and Botts and bought a new book, excited to start reading when I went home.

"Mudblood."

I sighed, turning around to see Draco Malfoy standing behind me smirking.

"Malfoy. I'd like to head home now, so I'll see you later."

"Oh no you won't. You're coming with me. Petrificus Totalus."

I felt my body go rigid and saw a smirk cross his face before he raised his hand and pain overtook me, darkness came back and laughed in my face before taking me away.

"Dinner! Ron, has Hermione come home yet?"

"Not that I know of, why did you let her go alone?"

"She needed a day to herself. I'm sure she'll be home soon."

Dinner came and went, and just before they went to bed, an unknown owl tapped on their window.

Ginny went and took the note from the owl, reading it quickly, and collapsing on the floor.

"Gin? What's wrong?" Harry rushed over to her.

"Her – Hermione. And me."

Ron and Harry picked up the note and read it, both of their faces going pale before screaming for Mrs. Weasley.

Your precious mudblood will be long gone before you get here, but if you're going to try and come get her, bring something that I would see as equal. Information about what the Order knows about what the Death Eaters are doing.

Only Weaslette may come. Alone.

Yours truly.

They knew only one person who called Ginny – Weaslette.

Malfoy.

I changed this chapter because I had an idea of what I wanted tp do, but once I had uploaded it and re-read it, I didn't like it at all. So here's a shot in the dark! Hope you like it!