Her body felt numb. She could feel him rummaging through her mind, but she couldn't turn it off, she couldn't push him out. No matter how hard she pushed against him he slipped deeper and deeper into her mind. She tried to claw back at him, tried to force him out and into his own but no matter how hard she fought it was no use. She breathed deeply as the memories of the past flew in front of her. There wasn't anything he was looking for, just running through the memories to show that he could.

She watched herself screaming as she returned to the astronomy tower. The tears burned as they refused to fall. She screamed as the wind rushed past her and her heart shattered. The place she had begun to find comfort going to, knowing that he would be there and that she would be so close to helping him.

The memories continued, there was no timeline to them, they jumbled together as he bounced through the past.

Her crying and holding her knees as she lay in her bed at Grimwald place, knowing that it would be the last time she called these walls home.

Watching as the words carved in her arm refused to bleed yet burned hotter than she ever expected. Looking into the steel eyes that were supposed to save her, why wasn't he saving her?

The heat in her stomach as he pushed her against the bookshelves, his lips melding with hers, holding her in place as the small noise threatened to leave her.

The hands around her neck holding her from behind, the smell of sweat and fear permeating the air as she struggled to free herself from the grasp of a masked man.

He stopped at one and let it play, it was a calm night, she could feel the wind gently moving her robes as she held onto him, his legs dangling off the edge of the tower, if she held on, he would as well. If she grounded him, he wouldn't jump. He wanted her to try harder, he wanted her to find out what he was doing and to stop her, but he wouldn't tell her outright. How close was he, he wouldn't have called to her if he wasn't close, not not, not knowing that Harry was watching for him. They wouldn't be able to meet like this, it had to be important if he would only tell her. He was insufferable, but it was one of the things she had found herself reluctantly loving him for…

The room came back into view, her head instantly pounded and her eyes hurt to open. She could feel the sweat gathered at the back of her shirt and the wine turning in her stomach as it threatened to come back up. The two males in front of her were chest to chest and screaming at each other, words that she couldn't make out as the haze from her mind tried to clear. Living the war the first time had been hell, waking up after watching it fly past her again made her skin crawl. Her lungs couldn't get enough air, the arguing of the men and the memories made it hard to breathe, and hard to think. She threw her hands over her ears and tried to block it out, tried to take a breath but the panic had set in and her vision went black. She felt a strong hand grab her as she gave into the darkness and her knees buckled.

He grabbed her before she fell and lowered her to the ground. His stomach churned, he had pushed too far. He knew he had lost control of the situation, watching the war from her eyes. The light and the dark moments. The mirror of his own. He couldn't escape it, he had meant to release her, only show her that he could slip in quickly. He wasn't the useless boy who couldn't protect her from his dreams, he was able to do what needed to be done. Like all things in life, he went too far.

"Let go of her" Blaise growled pulling his wand.

"Get me a pillow for her head." He replied. He caught the pillow that was thrown and gently laid her down on it. Quickly removing his hands, rising. His eyes leveled with Blaise the rage still present in the man's eyes.

"I have had to piece her together, little by little I was the one who made sure she ate. Made sure that she was eventually able to sleep in a bed instead of between the couches. Made her able to go back in public. You betrayed her and then fell off the face of the earth while the others pretended everything was fine." He opened his mouth to retort and Blaise growled at him "You do not get to talk. You listen. She did not need you. She did not need you to know where she was or what she was doing and when you inevitably crossed paths because it is what you two do. You always cross paths when you shouldn't; I knew that I was going to have to piece her together to make her back to the fraction of herself that she was." Blaise caught his breath as Hermione moaned curling into herself.

"Are you finished?" He asked grabbing a blanket from the couch and draping it over her frame.

"Not even close" Blaise replied "If you have reversed even a little of the progress I have made, I will kill you. I will lose every last bit of neutrality that I have had with you before during and after the war. If you have hurt her, you will die" He nodded his head accepting the threat that was leveled at him.

"It's the least of what I deserve." He mumbled pushing his way towards the door.

"Stay away from her Draco. Neither of you are the same as what you were before. This won't be good for you." Blaise sighed letting his shoulders drop as he shook his head. He felt himself nod as he walked out the door and apparated away.