D/c: JKR IS GOD! SHE OWNS ALLLLLLLLLL HP PPL! I own James and their g-rents.

This is a sad lil story. Basically a hospital scene. I wrote it a while ago when simmilar events happened to myself.

uh oneshot. Draco and a few oc's

Hmm...what else... THREE DAYS TILL HBP!

Review?

ok lol. on with the words!
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Love means not forgotten.

As they approached the huge brick building in front of them, Draco's stomach twisted. He looked straight ahead until he got in the doors. The sterile air was so quiet it was stale. The walls seemed to push him forward. He looked down and watched as his feet quietly squished in the flat carpet.

A large lady in white led them to their destination. Draco glanced up at the buttons before the two silver doors slid open. The chrome plating reflected his red eyes and pale face. Taking a step into the elevator, he felt like he was marching death row. He smacked his head mentally for the ironic choice of words.

Draco stood with his head down and eyes closed as the elevator slowly rose. His stomach was sinking for every inch his body was rising. The tiny closed room shook with the quiet rumble of the motor beneath his feet. The tiny Ding' of the bell echoed all around the closed space signaling the arrival on the correct floor.

Silently, Draco tread out the small door with another child in tow. The eleven year old never looked so strong. Walking down the carpeted halls looking determinedly ahead. All the while, his sixteen year old sibling had never looked so defenseless. Rubbing his arms that were folded across his chest, Draco absently followed the lady in white ahead of him. Her long hair was falling in chestnut curls across her shoulders and she remained silent. Finally, she took a step aside allowing the two blonde haired companions in the door ahead of them.

A kind woman with short white hair curling around her aged face looked up to them. She smiled and James held his big brother's hand.

Hi Gramma. he uttered in a strong little voice, although his eyes betrayed him. Shining with tears, he took a step ahead of Draco.

Draco looked up and shared a sight with his little brother. His Grandfather lay on the white bed, under the perfect sheets. Tubes dripping fluids into his bloodstream shot out of his arms. His face wore an expression neither child had ever seen. He looked so weak and scarred-like a small child having a nightmare.

Draco tried to focus on the last memory of his Grandfather before his surgery. The last thing he could remember was the last holiday. Christmas. The picture he burned in his mind so he would not cry. His grandfather hugging him saying I love you little dragon.'

Draco then looked over to his little brother. James' face was tinged red and tears streamed down his face. The last time either child had seen someone in this condition was their other Grandmother. She had passed away leaving a large depression in both of their hearts.
Draco had tried not to remember that here. Seeing James cry broke him. He couldn't hold the tears anymore. The lump in his throat ceased when he let the tears flow down his face.
Looking over to the monitor, he saw the heart rate line repeating constantly. Smiling to himself, he heard out of the side of his thoughts, He's getting better. Don't worry. He'll be fine.' Turning, he saw his Grandmother speaking these words to James who had buried his face in her shoulder.

All that could be heard in the white room was sniffling and gentle sobs. Draco and James signed a card for their Grandfather and smiled. Even if he couldn't see them now, when he woke up, he would know he was not forgotten.