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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny Weasley Potter had been upstairs lying in the bed she shared with her husband attempting to get comfortable enough to sleep. She sighed and shifted about, annoyed that her doctor refused to let her lay on her left side until the twins were born. Her stomach was huge and she was bloody uncomfortable dammit. With a resigned sighed she got up and as she maneuvered her feet over the side of the bed she heard Harry yell. Grabbing her wand and robe she left the room as fast as she could waddle and made it to the stairs in time to hear him say Malfoy’s name. Lowering her wand arm she paused behind the wall at the edge of the stairs to eavesdrop.

Harry stared at Draco in silence for a few moments then brushed his unruly black hair from his forehead and flopped onto the couch with a grunt. Draco arched an eyebrow and seated himself in the chair across from him and rested his right ankle over his left knee and watched Harry.

“So you’re saying…that you’ve been having dreams about her...”

“No potter I said that I was talking to her in my dreams. She’s real, I can touch her…” his eyes took on the deep slate grey that accompanied his mood when talking about Hermione.

Harry rubbed his face and looked back over his shoulder, “It's alright Ginny, it’s just Malfoy... you can come down.” He knew his wife wasn’t sleeping well lately, and had a nasty habit of perching herself at the top of the stairs to eavesdrop on conversations she wasn’t supposed to here. She’d ruined several surprise birthday party plans that way.

Ginny blushed a little and secured her robe over her body and waddled down the stairs and over to the spot beside her husband.

“Hello Draco,” she gave him a small warm smile and he nodded to her. Ginny was the only one of them who had a soft spot for Draco.

Draco looked at Ginny Potter and his heart wrenched a little at the sight of her rounded belly. He noted the way Harry looked at her and his features softened as he grabbed her hand. The youngest Weasley, now Mrs. Potter, had impressed him with her ability to forgive. She’d told him at the memorial service for those who had died in the Second War that her brother and friend’s had not died for her to hold a prejudiced grudge against someone who had only done what he was raised to do. With that they had developed a sort of friendship; she was nicer to him than the rest of him. She was the only who had ever seen him cry, and she’d taken his side when no one else would.

“Hello She-Weasel, how are the Potter spawn?” He smiled a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and she laughed softly at the joke.

“They’re doing much better than you ferret, you look worse than Ron’s old dress robes.” She grinned at him and Harry rolled his eyes skyward at the two.

Draco pulled a disgusted face and shook his head, “Oh now that’s just low She-Weasel, real low. I actually came to talk to Potter here. I’ve been having some trouble sleeping lately.”

Ginny nodded a little, “I heard from the stairs. Draco…I had dreams about her too, for months. I kept thinking she was going to wake up and scold me for not studying and that life would go on as it should, but you know as well as I what the medi-witches and healers have told us. She-“

Draco sprang to his feet so fast the chair he’d been sitting in fell back on the hardwood floor with a loud bang and he glared at the both of them on the couch, “DON’T say another word Weaselette.” His chest rose and fell rapidly with the effort it took to leash his anger.

He had been there that day at St. Mungo’s. There were still times when he couldn’t force the voices of the healers out of his head.

Draco pushed through the doors at St. Mungo’s to the long term care ward and strode purposefully down the halls. He ignored the voices of the medi-witches asking him if he needed help, the stares of the women watching him, as he walked to room 409 and nudged his way past several redheads. Gathered in the large private hospital room was the entire Weasley family, the newlywed Potters, Molly Weasley held onto Teddy Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Bill and Fleur Weasley, Cho Chang, and several others that he didn’t even think to pay attention to when he saw the still form of the witch in the stark white hospital bed in the room.

Pushing his way to the front by Harry and Ginny he stared at what appeared to be a sleeping Hermione, being examined by three healers. The oldest healer turned to look at them and his grave expression brought the room to a tension filled silence.

“Despite the potions, spells, and treatments we have tried on Ms. Granger her body refuses to respond. We are 100% sure that her mind is active…”

Draco vaguely heard Ron snort and mumble something about no one being able to turn that thing off, but he ignored it to hang on every word the healer said.

“But she won’t wake up, and we are almost positive that she will never wake up…”

Draco heard sobs coming from the women, including the petite redhead Mrs. Potter beside him but soon they were drowned out by the sound of his own breathing growing ragged. He turned and pushed his way out of the room seeking open air. He bolted from the long Term care ward and out of St. Mungo’s into the cool night air and took mouthfuls of air to calm his shaking form. She was never going to wake up…

“Malfoy…Malfoy…Draco”

Ginny snapped his name out and stared up at him. Just as he’d stood and begun yelling at her he got that look on his face, the one she knew came with the inability to turn off his memories, the ones he had told her haunted him every day.

Draco looked down at her and relaxed his hands which had curled into balls, his nails cutting half moon shapes in his palms. With a ragged sigh he sat back in the chair and put his elbows on his knees and bowed his head grasping the back of his neck.

“She’s so real when I’m talking to her. I can touch her, hold her, hell I can even irritate the hell out of her. She knows who I am…but not…she…she doesn’t remember.”

He looked up at them and Ginny’s heart broke for the tall blonde wizard in front of her.

“We all miss her Draco, and we all wish that she would wake up, but we all know that she isn’t going to…they’ve tried everything.”

“I know dammit but that doesn’t make it hurt any less than it does.”

Ginny watched as Draco bowed his head again and she looked at Harry with tears swimming in her eyes. She remembered the day they had learned that Hermione was never going to wake up, but what she remembered more was when she had discovered why Malfoy, of all people, was so upset by the news.

Despite her tears Ginny had heard Draco bolt out of the room, and having developed a soft spot for the young Malfoy she left the embrace of her husband’s arms and ran after him.

“Malfoy! Malfoy!”

She caught up with him outside where he sucked in large gulps of air to calm the shaking that seemed to overtake his body. As she walked up to him she touched his shoulder and he whirled around to face her and she covered her mouth. Tears marred his pale face and his eyes were a deep dark grey and filled with an anguish that Ginny recognized from her own eyes when Harry had left her the summer before 7^th year.

“What do you want She-Weasel?”

His voice wasn’t as firm or angry as he thought it sounded. In fact it sounded heartbroken and Ginny studied him for a second before speaking.

“It’s Potter now, thank you very much…but I suppose you can still call me She-weasel. I always thought it was one of my better nicknames.”

Her own voice was scratchy and tight from the sobs she had already choked out and the ones she held back.

“Malfoy…Draco…why…why are you so upset by this?”

Draco appeared to be at a loss for words and he simply ran his fingers through his hair and gripped the back of his neck in both hands tightly. A gesture he made when he was frustrated, or overcome with emotion that he couldn’t let out. He released his neck and stared at her for a few moments, thinking. Instead of speaking he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment that was creased and worn.

As she unfolded it, she noted that it had obviously been unfolded and re-folded several times and she took care not to let it tear as she scanned it with her eyes, tears threatening to spill over.

My dearest Dragon,

Battle rages outside these walls but within me there is a calm that was never there before. I am calm in the knowledge that if today I am to die I will go knowing that I gave my love, my heart, my soul, my all to a man whom I loved, and he loved me in return. I will know that you have never betrayed my trust in you, and you gave me everything that you had to give, and protected me in the best way that you could. I love you Dragon and you must know I always will. It’s like one of my favorite muggle movies says: Buildings burn and people die, but true love lasts forever.

Love, for life and all that is beyond it,

Hermione

Ginny had shakily re-folded the letter and handed it back to him. Her teary blue eyes met his and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“She was all I had…all I loved in this world…and I’ll…she’ll…”

She had wrapped her small arms around his tall frame and hugged him as he broke into sobs. Shocked that her best friend had never told her what had been going on. She’d known Hermione had gotten a little distant towards the start of the battle, they had all thought she was distancing herself from the entire situation in case something had happened. She had thought it was odd for Hermione to act that way at the time, but so much was going on. Never in a million lifetimes would she have thought it was this.

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Draco got up and looked at them both, his features resuming the cool distant mask he wore when in public.

“I’m sorry I disturbed your evening. I’ll see you at the office Monday morning Potter.”

Without waiting for either of them to speak he walked out of the house and towards the apparition point where he disappeared with a crack.

He appeared in front of St. Mungo’s and walked in. The medi-witches at the nurse’s station didn’t even raise their heads, he was a frequent visitor. He strode down the hallways without even thinking, he’d made this trip too many times to count. As he approached the Long Term Care Ward he took a deep breath and pushed through the doors.

He hated that Ginny Potter had ever seen him shed a tear, he hated that they all looked at him with pity. Most of all he hated that the woman he loved was lying eternally unconscious in a bed and haunting his bloody dreams.

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