Draco woke up with a start. He sat up quickly and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a small bedroom, very homely, the complete opposite of what he was used to at home. He was in a small bed covered in a clearly home made quilt which was covered in pictures of different flowers. The small window to his right showed a small, well kept garden in either the early hours of the morning or the late hours of the afternoon. The window was covered in lace curtains that that splashed patterns of light throughout the room. When he remembered why he was here, he jumped up and spun around the room, halting when he saw his wand sitting on the bedside table. Well, whoever was here obviously trust me enough to let me keep my wand, he thought to himself. He picked it up quickly and surveyed himself in the mirror on the wall. He looked a fair bit worse for wear, paler if that was even possible with dark circles under his eyes and was still in the same clothes he had on when the Death Eaters attacked but other than than that he was in tact.

Hermione, he suddenly thought and rushed out the door and down the hallway to find himself at a small kitchen, with a group of people that he would never in a million years would have thought could be sitting amicably at a table together. Around the table, each sitting with a steaming hot mug in front of them, sat Ted Tonks, Andromeda Tonks and Blaise Zabini.

"Well hello, Nephew." Andromeda smiled warmly at him. "How nice to have you finally in this house."

"Hermione?" He looked between the three of them desperately, hoping that at least one of them will have news to tell him. "Where is Hermione?""

"And hello to you too, Draco." Blaise "We're doing well, thank you so much for asking."

"Hermione." Draco snarled and slammed his fist on the table. "Just bloody tell me what's happened to Hermione!"

"Calm down you idiot!" Blaise glared daggers at him. "She's alive, alright? Just keep yourself together, that temper is not going to help anyone."

Draco took a few breaths, unfurled the fist that was on the table and thought to himself before he spoke again. She's alive, he thought and breathing started to get easy, she's alive he repeated and he slowly stopped shaking.

"She's alive?" He looked at Andromeda and then across to Ted. "She's okay?"

Ted took a deep breath before speaking. "Have a seat Draco. She is alive, but... Not in the best state to say the least."

Draco slowly sunk into the spare chair at the table. "What are you talking about? What does not the best state mean?"

"She was injured in the fight at Hogwarts." Blaise looked grim as he watched what little colour Draco's face did have disappear. "She lost a lot of blood, they barely got her to help in time. She hasn't... She hasn't woken up yet."

Within a second Draco was on his feet again. "Where is she? St Mungos?" He growled as he looked at the trios uncomfortable faces. "I need leave right now, where are we?"

"You can't leave this house Draco." Ted looked at him sternly. "It would jeopardise everything. The reason Hermione and Harry did everything they did was to protect you. You will be putting your family in danger if you leave."

"How can I stay here when I know she could be dying?" This time there was nothing but desperation written across his face and soaked through his words as he sat once more at the table. "How can I do nothing, when she could be dying?"

Andromeda's face was full of sympathy as she reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'll contact the hospital by floo powder for an update right now okay? I know it's hard, but, Hermione wouldn't forgive you if you jeopardize your future for her. Besides, there's nothing to be done. The mediwitches and wizards and those from the Order will do everything in their power. She's in the the best possible hands."

"Don't you want to know what else happened yesterday, mate?" Blaise leaned across the table to him. "The world doesn't revolve around you and Hermione it turns out."

"Yesterday? I've been unconscious all night?"

"All night and day actually... I think Harry hit you with a bit more enthusiasm than was probably needed." Blaise looked as if he found this to be pretty amusing.

"Bloody Potter." He growled. "No wonder I feel like I've been hit by a hippogriff."

"Well, in any case it worked. As far as we can tell the Death Eaters think you're dead." Ted looked as if he was waiting for another outburst from Draco. "Including your parents."

"Oh." Draco didn't feel like he had much to say. The thought of his parent's thinking he was gone was a strange one. He almost felt like he needed to grieve them, not the other way around. "How did my Father react?"

"We're not sure Draco, we weren't there. I'm sure if you have some patience, we can find out whatever you would like to know." Andromeda looked at him tentatively. "First things first, let's get some food into you. You must be starving. What would you like?"

"I'm not hungry." Draco muttered and without a word he got up from the table and strode from the room. As he headed back up the hallway he could hear the sound of Blaise saying "Always so dramatic, that one."

He stomped into the room he woke up in, pulling the door behind him with a bang and threw himself down on the bed. He was not a patient person, in fact lately Hermione was usually his voice of reason. How was he supposed to keep himself together with out her there? He no longer would describe the room he was in a 'homely'', to Draco, this place now felt more the a prison than even Askaban every could.