Miracles

normal\'>When you Believe

Hermione looked around the moon-lit hospital wing and held
back a fresh wave of tears. She stared
at the first bed, whose occupant looked so peaceful and different without his
glasses. His hair had its characteristic
messiness, but the look of peace upon Harry’s face was something Hermione only
remembered as a vague memory.

Her eyes drifted to the neighboring bed.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She used to think Ron was the love of her
life, but it was actually the war that showed her that he wasn’t made for her,
or she for him. He was pale under his
freckles, the usual rosy tint his cheeks usually held when he cracked a joke or
tried to get out of his homework had faded into a shallow ashy color, just that
alone frightened Hermione to death.

And the last bed in the room.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The bed closest to the window drew Hermione
to it like a moth to candlelight. The
moon cast a silvery glow on the blonde boy, illuminating him so that Hermione
wondered why it didn’t awake him. Draco
Malfoy had always been a pale boy, and now as a man, sick and weakened by war,
it was no different. Hermione stepped
closer to his bed. He was truly a
beautiful boy, beautiful and elegant in every way.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Hermione noticed the shadows his eyelashes
threw over his face, his pale, almost blue lips slightly apart, his hair was as
fine as silk and it was in his face. But
not messy, never messy. He had a small
scar below his left eye from a long-ago occurrence.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Hermione wanted to think it was simply a
minor flying accident, something that took place on a cheerful summer day
during one of their breaks, but Hermione never tried to delude herself, if it
happened to Draco, it was probably much, much, worse.

normal\'>Many nights we prayed

with no proof anyone could hear

in our hearts a hope for a song

we barely understood

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It was amazing what the last year had brought, and it all
came down to the night before, when Voldemort was finally completely
destroyed.

Ron and Draco were arguing, as usual.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Ron never liked Draco, always said that a
Slytherin was never to be trusted.
Hermione always pointed out that he was dating Blaise, but Ron never
commented back, and that usually ended the argument.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

Hermione was still unsure about how Draco became to be a
friend of the trio, but slowly it happened. style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She was the first to actually talk to him, she
told him she pitied him, that no one deserved to be as cruel and unfeeling as
he was, and then Draco did something she neither expected nor knew how to
handle- Draco cried.

It ws ifs if the floodgates to Hell broke open and stream
filled Hermione’s vision. All she saw
was this beautiful boy in front of her, someone she couldn’t bring herself to
hate, but couldn’t ever see trusting, and he broke down right in front of her.

Hermione shook her head and cleared away the memory.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> That was nearly two years ago, and she had
the present and future to worry about.

She didn’t understand how she got out of it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Out of the battle.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It all ended so anticlimax that it made
Hermione want to rip out her hair and scream.After years of turmoil, years of living in fear and pain, it all ended
with Harry saying two small words. It
was all so frightening, trying to get to Voldemort, trying to get through the
hundreds of deatheaters, or at least it seemed like hundreds, just to get to
Voldemort, where he was completely alone, save for Lucius Malfoy and Peter
Pettigrew.

Draco and Ron made no hesitation to take out the two
extras. Ron immediately killed his old
pet with the killing curse, but Draco had no room in his heart for mercy
towards his father. Draco let Lucius die
through the crutacious curse, and as Harry and Voldemort battled, Hermione
dementedly heard the screams of the elder Malfoy as a background setting,
something that was there to add atmosphere, not a man dying.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She had heard and seen too much to care
anymore.

normal\'>Now we are not afraid

although we know there’s much to fear

we were moving mountains

long before we knew we could

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And so that was all.
An anticlimax if Hermione ever knew one and the world rested, including
Harry, Draco, and Ron.

Hermione didn’t understand why they were hurt.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Madam Pomfrey said it was a magical surge,
something that left Voldemorts body and was absorbed into the boys.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Kind of like the law of energy, only
magical. You cannot kill magic, and it
never disappears, it just changes shape and transfers itself, Dumbledore said
that if they wake up, they would be three of the most powerful beings in the
world, but Hermione didn’t hear that, her senses stopped workat tat the word style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>if.

normal\'>There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

Its hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe

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She crouched down beside Draco’s bed and laid her head on the
starched bed sheets. She felt the cold
shadow of the night close in around her, but stayed still in the moons
rays. She lifted her head and spoke
towards the stars and heavens, and said a small prayer.

“I know in this world, no one believes in you,” She sai
an
an unnamed person, she still stared towards heaven.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> “But I wasn’t always a part of this world,
and sometimes I don’t even know why I was chosen to be, but here I am, and I
need help. Please give strength to them,
please help them get better,” Hermione choked back b. “b. “Please, please God,
I don’t understand anything anymore, why did you let me keep my strength while
theirs dies away?”

“Maybe because it’s up to you to share your strength,” Said
a weak voice from the bed.

normal\'>In this time of fear

When prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seems like the summer bird

Too swiftly flown away

Yet now I’m standing here

My hearts so full, I cant explain

Seeking faith and speaking words

I never thought I’d say

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It took all the control Hermione possessed to keep from
crushing Draco in a hug, but she kept her calm well, and instead, kissed him
directly on the mouth.

“Wow,” Draco said with a dazed look and a small smile. “Let
me go back to sleep and I’ll wake up again.”

“Draco!” Hermione whispered through free-flowing tears.
“You’re alive! You’re conscious, Oh lord, how do you feel?”

“Like I was hugged by an overly excited hippogriff.”

Hermione kissed him again just for good measure, not even
caring that she had never kissed this man before in her entire life.

“Oh God, I’m so glad you’re alive!”style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Hermione whispered again.

“Why are you whispering?” Draco asked in a normal tone.

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Hermione bit her lip and looked over at the bed beside
Draco, where a sleeping Ron was visible.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath.

“Harry too?” He
asked.

Hermione nodded and said, “You three have been out since
last night, don’t you remember what happened?”

“I killed my father,” Draco said in an emotionless
voice. “Ron killed Pettigrew and-“He
stopped short. “Potter did it. Harry
killed the dark lord. After that, it was
all black, like the world exploded.”

Hermione nodded slightly.
“Dumbledore said that Voldemorts magic erupted so hard that it blew
right into the three of you, you all sucked in Voldemorts magical energy.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I don’t understand why I wasn’t hurt either.”

Draco tenitivly put his hand over Hermione’s.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> “Maybe you’ve been hurt enough.”style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He said.
“Maybe now your job is making sure we make it.”

“You are going to make it!”
Hermione said indigently. “If you
die I swear I’ll kill you.”

Draco chuckled deep in his chest and winced in pain.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> “I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said.

“What’s this about you killing Malfoy?”style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> A voice broke in, and Hermione nearly
shrieked with joy.

“Ron!” She said in a
half-whisper. “Ron oh Ron!”

“I believe we remember his name,” Draco joked.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> “But thanks for taking the time anyway.”

“Are you okay
Hermione?” Ron asked immediately.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> “Are you hurt?”

Hermione gave her friend a weak smile. “I’m perfectly fine
Ron; it’s you three who got hit the worst.”

“Oh.” Was all Ron managed to get out, and he lookedhis his
left at the still sleeping Harry. “Is
Harry going to be alright?”

Hermione paused for a moment, and then said, “I don’t
honestly know,” Shid tid truthfully.
“But Draco woke up, then you, so I hope Harry-Harry!”

That moment Harry opened his brilliant green eyes and gazed
around the room, still lying on his back.

“Where am I?” He
asked finally.

“Oh leave it to Potter to say the most cliché thing in the
book,” Draco cracked, but he looked overjoyed to see Harry alive and breathing,
just as Ron and Hermione where.

normal\'>There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

Its hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe

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A week later Ron, Harry, and Draco walked out of the
hospital wing, all in one piece, and all with light hearts.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Hermione was waiting in the corridor for them
and hugged them all in turn.

Hermione hugged Draco last, and hugged him a little
longer. She broke away from the blonde
boy and smiled up at him. Draco smiled
back and kissed her forehead, then her lips.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, first in shock, and then
smiled. They wondered when those two
would finally wise up to themselves.

normal\'>They don\'t always happen when you ask

And its easy to give in to your fears

But when you\'re blinded by your pain

Can\'t see the way, get through the rain

A small but still, resilient voice

Says hope is very near, oh

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normal\'>There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

Its hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

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