A/N: DON'T SHOOT ME! I'm sorry! I haven't updated in forever! But my dear friends have persuaded –cough– BULLIED! –cough– me into updating. (: So enjoy!

Dedicated to Hannah, because she gave me a Haribo. And she wanted me to update anyway. AND SHE'S LOVELY:D

Hermione sighed and leant on her other hand. She'd been sitting by Ron's bed most of the night. She'd eventually convinced Charlie to let her go and see him, and hadn't left. He'd been asleep all night, and Hermione's back was aching from sitting and watching him.

"Harry, no," Ron mumbled, almost incoherently, in his sleep.

"Ron?" Hermione asked, sitting up straighter and staring at him.

"Harry, no," Ron muttered again, before his eyes snapped open and he stared straight ahead.

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah… What happened?" he asked, sitting up slightly and looking around.

"Apparently, you and Harry had a falling out," Hermione said.

Ron let his head hit his pillow. Hermione sighed.

"What happened?" she asked.

Ron was silent for a moment. They heard the doors to the Wing open and close and footsteps coming towards them. Hermione looked up and saw Draco walking towards her, Blaise asleep in his arms.

"Hermione," he said as he arrived at Ron's bed.

Blaise snuffled slightly in his sleep and Hermione held her arms out for him. Draco passed him over silently.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snapped from his pillow.

"I came to see how you were, Weasel, be grateful," Draco retorted, pulling a chair up beside Ron's bed and sitting down.

"Ron, you never answered me. What happened?" Hermione repeated.

"Harry beat me up," Ron replied.

"Yes, I guessed that much," Hermione said, rolling her eyes and adjusting the slumbering Blaise in her arms. "But why did he beat you up?"

"I don't know," Ron said, shrugging and then wincing. "He was drunk, I think."

"And he just lashed out at you?" Hermione asked, eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Mummy?" Blaise asked from her lap. Hermione looked down at him. She hadn't noticed him wake up. "Why has that man got bandages on?"

"Because Ron's hurt, Blaise," Hermione explained quickly, and then she turned to Ron. "What did Harry said, Ron?"

"I was too busy trying to stop him punching me to worry about what he was saying, Hermione," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to see him," Hermione said, placing Blaise on his feet and standing up. Blaise clung to her leg and looked up at Ron's bed fearfully.

"No you're not, Hermione," Draco said suddenly, placing a hand on her arm.

"He's right, Hermione," Ron added from his bed.

Hermione looked at Draco and then looked back to Ron, anger rising inside of her.

"He broke your arm, Ron. Don't you want to know why?" she said through gritted teeth, struggling to hold in the yell that wanted to escape her. Ron didn't answer her.

"Mummy," Blaise said, holding his arms up to be picked up. Hermione bent down and hauled him up, balancing him on her hip. She yawned, placing a hand over her mouth before wearily sighing.

"You're tired, Hermione, go to bed," Ron said, soothingly.

"No I'm not," Hermione said through another yawn. "Okay, maybe I am."

"I'll take Blaise to Pansy and you can get some sleep," Draco said, taking Blaise from Hermione, who was now too tired to argue.

"I'll see you tomorrow, 'Mione," Ron said as Hermione bent down and kissed his forehead before kissing Draco's cheek and slouching towards the door.

She shuffled her way back to the house and let herself in. She dragged her feet to her bedroom and barely made it to the bed before she collapsed. As soon as her head touched the pillow, her exhaustion caught up with her and she was asleep.

After dropping Blaise off with Pansy, Draco made his way back home. He wasn't as tired as Hermione – he'd come home for an hour or so's kip during the early hours of the morning – but even so, he yawned and went to find Hermione. He saw her bedroom door was ajar and looking inside. She was lying on her bed, still in the same dress she'd been wearing for the ball, sound asleep. Draco's eyes started to droop so he lay down beside Hermione, his arms draped around her, and he drifted off into sleep as well.

When Draco woke up again, Hermione was gone. He could hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen and wearily dragged himself up and outside, yawning and scratching his head.

"You're awake now, I see," Hermione said, smiling as she poured boiling water into two mugs. "I was just going to wake you up."

"I got there first," Draco replied, standing behind Hermione, his hands on the counter either side of her as he kissed her neck. Hermione sighed.

"We should get Blaise back from Pansy," she said, turning around and handing Draco a cup of coffee.

"Leave it, he'll be fine for another hour. And it gives us some time to ourselves," he said suggestively.

"Draco, I can't, I've got to tidy up, the house is a mess," Hermione said, shaking her head lightly. Draco pouted and Hermione kissed his protruding bottom lip.

"We can reschedule for tomorrow, okay?" she said, her eyes boring into his. He gave in.

"Okay," he agreed.

"Good. Now, I'm going to go and get changed and then you can help me clear up," she said.

"Can I watch you change instead?" Draco asked hopefully.

"No. You need to get changed too," Hermione replied, tugging on his tie, which was crooked and hanging loosely onto his chest.

Draco rolled his eyes and took his coffee to his room to change. He picked out an old black t-shirt and some grey sweats. As he opened his door and stepped out into the living room he thought he heard the portrait hole close almost silently. After pausing and listening for a few seconds, he decided he'd imagined it and continued out of his room and towards Hermione's room.

"Hermione?" he called, knocking on the door. He waited for a few minutes before realising he couldn't hear her inside. If she was getting changed, wouldn't there be noise?

He rested his hand on the door handle and pushed it down, pushing the door inwards. His eyes widened as he looked around the empty bedroom. Hermione's dress was in a heap on the bed and her wardrobe doors were still open. He turned around and went to look in the kitchen, wondering if he had really heard the portrait hole close.

"Hermione, are you in here?" he called into the kitchen. It was empty and silent.

"Goddammit!" he said aloud, thudding his fist down on the kitchen counter. She'd gone to find Harry, Draco was sure of it. He turned on his heel and ran towards the portrait hole, hoping he wasn't too late…