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I Am Wolf	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13916 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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(A/N: Tissue warning for later!! You will need tissues again for this chapter! Also, there is a song later on, if you want to hear the song as you read the lyrics, you can do so here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5bTYSjYg_0&feature=related)

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Draco was exhausted. He stayed awake through the night, replenishing potions as instructed by the nurse, and keeping Hermione calm and cool… well as much as possible with her being sick constantly.

It wasn’t until 3 in the morning that she stopped coughing so violently. The last potion dose was at 1 and she hadn’t coughed anything else up. Draco renewed the cool flannel on the back of her neck. “Do you mind if I lay beside you?” He asked her.

“Pl… please” she rasped out. He climbed in next to her and spooned behind her, his chin on her shoulder, his arms around her waist. Instantly their muscles relaxed as their scents mingled and coursed over one another. They both fell into a deep sleep before long.

If they dreamt they didn’t remember it. All too soon they were woken by the bumbling duo.

“She’ll be told later, Ron, leave her be.”

“She should have been told two days ago!”

“Shhh, you’re going to wake her up.” Harry whispered harshly. “Now when would you like to have told her? When she was burning on the outside after the battle? Or when she was burning from the inside out and vomiting to the point of blacking out?” Draco had a moment to wonder how he knew…

“He was her father Harry. She didn’t even get to know him and he’s dead. She deserves to know.”

Draco could feel Hermione’s shoulders shaking. He shifted his arm so his hand could cup her cheek where he felt the tears falling. “Shhh” he said as he nuzzled her neck.

“No one is arguing that point. We needed her well enough…”

“She knows now.” Draco said loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door where the two were talking. He sat up and pulled Hermione into his lap as the boys walked in. “You forget the extra sensitive hearing.” He hissed at the new arrivals.

Hermione’s body was racked with her silent sobs. She kept her face buried in Draco’s shoulder, trying to calm herself. She sat up with tears rolling down her face. “No. It’s not true. I won’t believe it. You’re lying!” She yelled. Her voice was still scratchy and she broke into a coughing fit after the sudden assault on her throat. “Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered.

“Mione…” Ron started.

“Leave” they all looked at Potter, surprised. “Ron, leave.” He repeated.

“Harry?”

“Ron, please. We’ll come back together later. For now, just leave.”

After Ron left the room, Harry moved forward and took Hermione’s hand. “Hermione? Look at me.” She looked up. “Have I thanked you yet for saving my life?” she shook her head. “Well then,” he got down on his knees and held one of her hands in both of his own. “Hermione Jane Granger. You are the most amazing witch I have ever known. You are my sister in all but blood. I wouldn’t be here if not for your bravery, or stupidity depending on who you ask.” He chuckled as she lightly smacked his arm. “Hey now. In all seriousness without you, the war would be lost. So…thank you.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before continuing.

“I know you heard, but I want to tell you properly. I’m so sorry for your loss, ‘Mione.” His hand moved to her shoulder with her renewed sobs. “Remus Lupin was killed by the killing curse as he saved a group of students from the Lestranges. He had taken out all three, Bellatrix, Rodulphus and Rabastan, but not before one of them let off the curse.”

Hermione was glad to know Remus at least went out a hero. Her tears continued to flow down her face, burning her healing wounds as they fell. “Tissue?” she gasped out. Harry grabbed one and handed it to her. “Thanks.”

“’Mione?” She looked up. “The funeral is set for tomorrow. There will be a large ceremony for all who gave their lives to the cause.”

Her jaw dropped for a minute. Her face showed panic when she looked up at Draco. “Severus?”

Draco answered “Alive, but broken. When he saw Lupin… I’ve never seen him cry, let along break like that.”

She looked back at Harry. “Where?”

“He won’t leave Lupin’s side.”

Hermione frowned at this. She climbed off Draco’s lap and went to stand. Her legs were weak, but she grabbed the bed for support. “Let’s go”

Harry looked at Draco, knowing a lost fight when he saw one. He put his arm out and Hermione hooked her elbow with his, grasping hands for support. They stood there and waited for Draco to come forward. He took the same position as Harry had.

Madame Pomfrey saw her patient out of bed and nearly yelled at her… until she saw where she was headed. The nurse smiled sadly, hoping that the young girl would be able to get the potions master out.

The walk seemed far longer than it should have. All three were lost in their own thoughts. Hermione still had silent tears falling down her face. They pushed the door open and saw Severus sitting in a chair to the side of a sheet covered body. The tell tale shimmer around the bed let them know it was under a stasis spell. Hermione released the hands of the two boys and walked forward slowly. She placed her hand on Severus’ shoulder. He looked up slowly, as if he wasn’t really present. Hermione realized in his catatonic state, he really wasn’t.

Hermione ran her hand from his shoulder down to his wrist. She grabbed his hand and tugged on it, pulling him to a standing position. Together they shuffled out of the room and into Hermione’s. She grabbed a dreamless sleep potion from Madam Pomfrey, who had just walked in, and held it to Severus’ lips. He looked up at her with fresh tears pouring from his eyes and parted his lips slightly.

Hermione laid him back on the bed, lifting his feet up after handing the empty vial to the nurse waiting. She then took her own dreamless sleep before laying down beside the broken man.

Harry and Draco could only watch as Hermione went through the movements silently. They watched her simply take the potion master’s hand and lead him from a room he hadn’t left for two days. When she lay beside him, Draco went to move forward, but was held back by Harry. “Leave them be.” The blonde huffed, but nodded.

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The next day found Draco sat in a chair outside Hermione’s room. His knuckles were white and arms of the chair groaning under his grip. He could hear her in the room whispering to Severus, crying. Every part of his being fought to get up and go to her, but he knew better. They needed to comfort each other. Draco didn’t know the man they were mourning. He thought about the insensitive way she found out about the death of her father and growled low in his throat dangerously. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

He heard the door open beside him and jumped up from the chair. Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. “We need to get ready.” She said, her voice still hoarse. “Can you help Severus?” Draco nodded and Hermione left the room.

Draco looked at his godfather, a now broken man. “Godfather” he said and red rimmed black eyes met grey. “Come now, you know he wouldn’t want this. Let’s go and show our respects.” Severus nodded. “Shower?” another nod. Draco held his hand out and helped the man up from the bed. He picked up their dress robes and walked to the men’s bath.

Hermione dressed quickly in the ladies washroom, avoiding the mirror. She caught a glimpse when she first entered and had cringed at the sight. Her face was covered in a pink healing burn that stretched diagonally across her face- from beneath her left eye to the right of her jaw.

She wore a high-necked, sleeveless black sheath dress with black tights and flats. She waited for the men outside the hospital wing; away from the room that held Remus’ body and away from where Hermione had recovered.

Severus didn’t look like a new man, but he did look better. His long black hair was tied at the nape of his neck. The long black robes had nary a wrinkle and fit well on his frame. Hermione hugged him tightly. She pulled back from him and spoke lowly “You look better.” He nodded silently and gave her a small smile. She knew he would try and be strong.

She turned to Draco, who was waiting patiently besides the potion master. Hermione looked up at the stormy eyes and saw the sorrow in them. Although he didn’t know Remus, she knew he could see the pain his death was causing his newfound family. Hermione looked him over and enjoyed the view. Something to make me smile this day, she thought. His short blonde hair was left to dry naturally and he decided against the gel. His dress robes were cut precisely to his frame. Hermione hugged him tightly as well, enveloping herself in the calming scent of her mate. She whispered to him “Would you do me a favor?” he nodded “Glamour my face please? These burns….” He looked taken aback by the request but understood her need. She didn’t want the attention the burns would bring her. She wanted her peace and chance to grieve. He kissed her cheeks and then glamoured her face quickly. Severus kissed her cheek as well, before putting his hand out to her. She held his hand tightly and held her hand out to Draco and started walking.

At the bottom of the stairs they met up with Harry and Ron who each took a hand as Severus and Draco released her. They fell behind the golden trio and followed. It wasn’t long before a long procession had followed them to the site of the ceremony. Everyone following the Golden Trio… saviors of the wizarding world.

It made Hermione sick to her stomach.

The whole wizarding world put their salvation on the shoulders of a teenager… three teenagers when you added Hermione and Ron to the equation. So many people had lost their lives. So many families torn apart because of the prejudices of the world. Wasn’t it the same in the Muggle world? The pure blood radicals nearly met the insanity of the Nazi’s of Germany.

The ceremony passed rather quickly. When it came time for family to pay respects, Hermione stood proudly for Remus. She didn’t know what made her do it. She never liked to sing in public and was no fantastic singer, but could carry a tune well enough. She touched the stone that would be placed on his gravesite and began to sing lowly.

"Hope is your survival

A captive path we’ve lead"

The already quiet crowd became even more silent at her dulcet tones. Hermione’s eyes were all for Severus, her voice wavering slightly, but still not marring her song as she continued.

"No matter where you go I will find you

If it takes a long, long time

No matter where you go, I will find you

If it takes a thousand years."

"Nachgochema

Anetaha

Anachemowagan"

The Mohican words flowed over her tongue like a native language. She meant the words she sang and she wanted Severus to know that they were for him as well. Tears flowed freely down the brunettes face, as Ginny rose and joined her friend, combining her strong voice with her friend’s failing one.

"No matter where you go, I will find you

In a place with no frontiers

No matter where you go, I will find you

If it takes a thousand years"

With the help of the red head, Hermione’s voice gained strength again. Continuing on, her hand resting on Remus’ plaque while her eyes remained on the pained eyes of the potion's master. Again, foreign words flowed off her tongue as she sang the Cherokee words of the song.

"Hale wú yu ga I sv

Do na dio sv i

Wi ja lo sv

Ha le wú yu

Do na dlo sv"

"No matter where you go, I will find you

In a place with no frontiers

No matter where you go, I will find you

If it takes a thousand years

No matter where you go, I will find you

No matter where you go

No matter where you go

No matter where you go, I will find you

I will find you."

With the last note, the girls brushed their fingers over the plaques of the many dead then turned to return to their seats. Severus walked to where they stood and held Hermione’s arm as they returned to where she sat. Harry did the same for Ginny.

There was not one dry eye in the entire group present.

Too many lives lost.

But we are still here, are we not?

Hermione looked at her boys to either side of her. Harry and Ron were her boys and would always be. They were her brothers. She looked further down and saw Severus and Draco. They were her family as well. She needed to make sure they knew it.

After the ceremony was over, Hermione walked to her room in the Hospital Wing in emotional exhaustion. She laid down in her dress and fell into deep sleep, dreaming for the first time since the battle.

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A/N: The song is "I Will Find You" performed by Clannad. No copyright infringement intended. (Song can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5bTYSjYg_0&feature=related) So what did you all think? That song was pointed out to me and it just seemed to fit perfectly. Did i make you cry again? If it makes you feel better i was crying too. Not sure if its good or bad that i cry so much when writing my stories.

Hardygirl133: With Hermione's acceptance, don't forget she pretty much just woke up. I also think deep down she knew who it was, although it wasn't in the forefront of her mind... not a conscious knowledge, you know? i'm glad you love my 'stupidly awesome writing' *snickers*

angeles: yes... still sentimental as it will have to be :) Keep tissues handy

goldhorse: I hope you kept your tissues out. I don't like to make you cry, but i am happy that the words are coming across as they are meant to. i love Sevvie too! and its your fault that i do! lol There was no way my muse was going to kill him! He's got a way to go before he heals, but in time.
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