Heya guys! I'm so sorry for the long wait.. this might've been a bit forgotten.. ish. BUT. I am back!
Before you listen to this, you should probably listen to the song Not In Love by Crystal Castles. It was my inspiration for this chapter.. and yeah. hope you like it. I'm glad to be back.

Usual disclaimers apply.

-Hermionie-

Hermionie stood. Just stood. Run! her mind screamed at her. But she just stared. Stared at where the Doctor - her Doctor left.

And sprinted.

She flew across the cold corridors, pushing past teachers ("Miss Granger!") and friends, ("Hermionie, are you okay?"). Tears blurred her vision, but she kept going. Going with her gut. Down stairs and through shortcuts she ran. She never stopped to think. It was like a dream.

Suddenly, she stopped.

She stopped because she heard that familiar sound - the sound of an engine. The sound of the TARDIS. The TARDIS was moving, and the Doctor was in it.

"No, no, no, no, please no.." she half-yelled, half cried to the empty courtyard. Suddenly everything turned cold. Like a dementor, but worse. Almost like the life had been sucked out of her. Hermionie leaned against the wall of the courtyard and gazed at the spot the TARDIS had just been seconds before.

-Doctor-

"This is all your fault!"

The words screamed through his head. Of course it was his fault, it's ALWAYS his fault. Why did he think that just because she and him were the last left that she'd love him? He was an idiot. An unwanted idiot. So he left.

He slammed into the door of the TARDIS, unlocking it with shaking and urgent hands, kicking it shut behind him. He ran to the control panel and turned on the outside monitor. A young, sobbing, bushy-haired girl popped onto the screen as he started the TARDIS.

"Hermionie.. " the Doctor whispered, gently touching the screen and putting the TARDIS into gear. "My Hermionie.. "

He left just in time to hear her screaming.

-Hermionie-

Hermionie wouldn't move. Not when Harry found her, standing where she had been hours before when he had left. Not when Ron came to apologise. Not even when it started to snow. She stayed in the courtyard for days. Never talking, eating, sleeping. Nothing. She stared blankly into the snowy courtyard, covered in blankets that Harry had brought for her.

Then, 4 days later, she fell asleep. Her lips were blue, despite the warm blankets. Her eyes sunken. She had lost 20lbs. She was a shell of what she once was.

Harry ran, with her in his arms, to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomphrey took one look at her and shook her head.

"She may not live, Mister Potter. Place her on the bed and give me space." the mediwitch said, 'accio'ing potions and extra blankets, "this will be a long night."

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White light blinded her as she slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of the blankets on top of her as if it were the weight of the world. Then she spotted the sleeping figure in the chair next to her.

"Doctor?" she croaked, hope filling her like hot chocolate after a cold day. That hope flared out, however, when she realised it was a mop of raven black hair, not brown. As she looked into the happy face of her best friend, she silently died inside.

"Hermionie!" Harry cheered, jumping off his chair. His face shined with happiness, as he started to do a funny little jig.

Hermionie put on a happy mask, one that she had used in the most desperate of times during the war, "Hi Harry. What day is it?" was all she could say without breaking into tears.

"About.. October 20th. I think. I don't know.. haven't really been checking the date with you like this." he said sheepishly.

"Oh. Okay."

"Yeah.."

Hermionie examined her ecstatic friend and asked the question that had been playing on her mind for the last four days, "He's really gone, isn't he?"

As Harry solemnly nodded, she felt the cold tracks of tears forming down her cheeks. She needed to get out. Shimmying out of the heavy blankets, she transfigured her pyjamas into her muggle clothes - jeans and a t-shirt.

"Hermionie, I really don't think you should be going anywhere.." Harry started, before shutting up. Hermionie was glaring at him with all the hate she could manage. Harry moved back, putting up his hands in surrender.

"Beginning of the end, isn't it?" Hermionie whispered before exiting the Hospital Wing.

-Harry-

Harry sat down on the chair he had just vacated. 'Beginning of the end' kept running through his mind. Rubbing the sleep from his face, he decided he had to do something.

Something Ron would kill him for.

He had to find the Doctor.

Okay, my lovelies. this chapter is COMPLETE!
Booyeah.

first chapter in a month! :D

*hem* anyway, I hope you like it. Probably isn't my best, seeing as I wrote it while I was freezing and I've just come out of writer's block, but yeah..
Tell me what you think!
Please?
I'll give you a cookie..