Draco had been lying on his bed with his hands on his stomach for a better part of two hours now. The room was silent except for his quiet breathing and the occasional grumble from his stomach. He had immediately regretted storming out of the room without having any food after being unconscious for a day and a half, however if Draco Malfoy was anything, he was a proud man. And he didn't want to slink back to the kitchen and ask for the food that was offered him.

He groaned and rolled on to his side. If he was being completely honest with himself, he wasn't sure how much of his stomach pain was hunger pains and how much was from stress. He could not stop thinking of Hermione, his Hermione, lying in a bed unconscious, maybe never to wake up again. He couldn't imagine never hearing one of her witty comebacks again, or even one of her not so witty comebacks again, to ever see her face crumpled as she tried to work out a problem, to never see the fire in her eyes when she wanted him. If she was gone, there wasn't anyone left who saw any kind of worth in him. He had never had anyone look at him the way she did, that look was the reason he felt he could be strong enough to follow this path.

With the thought of her in his mind he jumped out of bed. The others would give him news about her this time he was sure of it. And if he happened to grab a quick snack whilst he was pumping them for information, then that was a win win situation. He opened the door into the hallway that lead to the kitchen, this time taking a little more notice of his surroundings. There were a couple of closed doors along the stretch of hallway, with various picture frames covering the wall with pictures of what was clearly a happy family. He looked away from them quickly, feeling a pang for his own family, what he never quite had and what he now never would, and he continued into the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty as he entered. There was a plate of muffins left in the centre of the table, left for him, he imagined. He hesitantly reached out for one, and as his stomach grumbled he grabbed it and started eating. Through the archway he could see Blaise in the living room, lounging back on one of the couches, reading a thick hard cover book.

"You the intellectual type now?" Draco raised his eyebrows as he strode into the room.

Blaise didn't even look up from his book as he continued reading. "You'd be amazed at what you become when you are as starved for entertainment as I am."

"Hmm. So I have that to look forward to then." Draco dropped himself on the couch and finished what was left of his muffin. "So, are you going to stop keeping things from me then? Tell me everything that happened." He demanded with as must authority he could muster.

Blaise sighed heavily, and with a rather large roll of the eyes, he closed his book and looked up at Draco. "You hardly gave us any time to tell you anything with your temper tantrum. Besides, we told you all that we knew about Hermione, that's all you care about right?"

"Of course that's not all I care about." Draco narrowed his eyes. "Did anyone die?"

"I'm going to go ahead and cut the crap and assume you are asking about your parents?" When Draco didn't argue he continued. "They are alive I believe."

Draco felt a small weight go off his shoulders that he didn't know he was carrying. "Oh… good."

"And I believe that Ted is finding out more information on Hermione as we speak." Blaise looked towards Draco with something that could almost be concern. "He should be back any minute now actually."

Suddenly Draco felt more nervous than he had since he was told Hermione was unconscious, it was one thing for her fate to hang in the air, but better that than he be told there is no hope at all. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, the only noise being Draco tapping his hands against the coffee table.

"Seriously, would you shut up-" Blaise's whinge was interrupted by a large CRACK that came from the kitchen. Within a second Ted appeared at the archway that lead to the lounge room.

"Oh good, you're both here." Ted breathed out, his hair all over the shop and his face flustered. "Andromeda!" He called out the door that leads to the backyard.

"You have news?" Draco was standing up in an instant. "You need to tell me right now."

"Hang on a second Draco, Andromeda!" He yelled out again. "It's okay, it's great news."

Draco only had time run his hands through his hair in frustration before Andromeda popped around the archway form the kitchen. "Hermione is going to be okay. She's still unconscious but she's coming here today."

Draco sunk back down into his couch and let out the biggest breath he ever had in his life. She's going to be okay. She's going to be okay. The sentence kept repeating over and over in his head, he hoped eventually it would feel real.

"Lupin will be coming with her via portkey into our backyard. She will stay here till she wakes up." He smiled at Draco. "They think that she should wake up tomorrow. And they believe she should be back to her old self within a week or two, so long as she follows her treatment schedule. She's coming here because obviously St Mungos is not the safest place for her to be right now. She needs to be hidden like the rest of us."

"How long till she arrives?" Demanded Draco.

"In the next hour or two I'd imagine." Ted replied. "They just have to organise her exit and her treatment potions."

Without another word Draco jumped off the couch and strode through the kitchen and out the door to the backyard.

"You're welcome, Draco."He heard Blaise mutter.

Draco looked around the yard and noticed how well it matched the house. It was small, but homely with flowers of every description spread throughout. The backyard felt magical in every sense of the word yet Draco had a feeling that no magic was involved in the creation of this little haven. There was a little old wooden bench chair next to the brick wall of the house. Draco slowly walked towards it and sat down. He wasn't sure how long he waited there, it may have been ten minutes, it may have been 3 hours but to him it felt like eternity. No one came out to wait for him, and for that he was certainly thankful.

He was repeating his new mantra in his head, she's going to be okay once again, when all of a sudden there was a loud pop and 2 figures appeared. A rather ragged looking Remus Lupin, and in his arms an equally ragged looking Hermione Granger. Draco never would have thought he would be so glad to see his werewolf ex-teacher in his whole life.