You Are My Heaven
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger
A DemonsLullaby Production
She lay in the bed like nothing happened, like everything would be alright when she woke up. The people around her still body knew different. They knew something would be changed, for better or worse, that something would be erased from their lives for good…
Hermione Granger lay silently in the critical care unit of St. Mungo's, in a coma, and unaware of the crowd of bystanders waiting for a sign. A sign of life, movement, anything to show she was alive. You see, Hermione had been comatose for about four years. An explosion from an unmarked envelope that had arrived on her quaint doorstep one chilly autumn morning had left her here, frail and still, like the living dead.
Over the years friends came and went, from the entirety of the Weasley family, eventually dwindling down to finally just Ron and Harry, Ginny and Luna, and a few random appearances by Draco Malfoy.
You may wonder why Draco chose to make an appearance at the brunette's bedside every so often, given their history. What you don't know is that before the incident, Hermione Jean Granger was, indeed, engaged to Draco Malfoy. But we'll get to that…
He entered the room, and looked upon the still body. He moved to the chair closest to her and held her cold hand in his. For the fourth year in a row, he prayed that he could have her back. It was the anniversary of the wedding they never had.
It was September 6th, and the leaves had just barely started to change color. All Draco could think about was his fiancée lying still on the hospital bed in from of him. So far, he had missed four years of being by her side, of loving her, of living in happiness with his one true love.
He sighed audibly, and looked at their entwined hands, and a pang of sorrow washed over him. He pulled his hand away from her, looked at her face, and planted a chaste kiss to cold lips, "Happy anniversary, Love." Yet, his whispered sentiment fell on deaf ears. They stayed like this only a few minutes more, until he could hear Potter chatting with the night nurse.
As soon as the pair entered the room, Draco and the newcomers nodded their respects to each other. Potter whispered one last thing to the nurse, after which she scuttled out the door. Draco stood at the soft click of the door closing behind the nurse, left a low "good night" in Potter's general direction, and headed out the door with a quick look back at the painfully silent body of his fiancée.
The fireplace lit up with the green flames of the floo at around 5:00am. Potter stepped out, looking ragged and worn out, probably by the same nights of endless worrying and insomnia that Draco himself was prone to. Draco jumped out of bed, immediately alert to the unusual and admittedly unwelcome presence, "What is it Potter?" His breathing sped up, waiting on tenterhooks for the news he couldn't wait to hear.
Potter smiled a weary smile and said "She's awake."
With that, Draco apparated on the spot.
He held his breath as he pushed the doors to the ward open with gusto. He was coming close to the door that held his fiancée, conscious and healthy. His steps echoed loudly in the quiet hall as he picked up his pace, eager to pull Hermione into his embrace.
As he got to the front of her room, he was stopped by Potter. His earlier smile was replaced by a dower frown, his eyes full of worry. He fidgeted, but continued to steadfastly to block the entrance to Hermione's room.
"I've waited four years for this, and I'll be DAMNED if you stand in my way! MOVE." Draco demanded, grinding out the last word so forcefully it made Potter cringe. Potter stood silent for a minute and sighed.
"Malfoy, I understand….But you need to listen to me. Hermione might not b-"
Draco interrupted him with a yell, "DAMN IT POTTER, MOVE! That is MY FIANCEE in that room and I intend to see her!"
"MALFOY CALM DOWN!" Potter yelled, his temper rising. "I know you want, - need to see her, but you have to listen to me first. Something happened during the explosion, and the Healer….well, how do I say this….." Potter looked down at his trainers.
Draco looked down. He was growing increasingly nervous the longer Potter stayed silent. It seemed that every second he stood waiting on Potter was time he could be spending with his fiancée, yet something in the way Potter had said he had news worried him.
"Malfoy I…well I mean…the Healer said….." Draco cut him short.
"Get on with it Potter!" Draco looked up, only to have his stomach drop at the expression on Potter's face.
"Malfoy, she….Hermione lost her memory. She doesn't…..she doesn't remember a thing about before the explosion. She doesn't remember us…"
Draco pushed past the Boy Who Lived, desperate to get away from Potter's words. How could Hermione not remember? It couldn't be true, she couldn't have forgotten!
He rushed into the room, past a frantic Ron and Ginny, and sat in his chair beside her bed. He gently looked at her face as she turned to him. He waited on baited breath, desperate for a look of recognition to flash across her face.
"Hermione…do you, do you remember this man? Does he seem familiar?" The Healer spoke calmly. The whole room awaited Hermione's answer.
She looked at him, a bewildered look spreading across her features, and answered, "No, should I?"
Those present at that moment say that they have never seen a man more heartbroken or crestfallen.
Author's Note:
Thank you all for reading this fic! Its been in the works now for about 3 months, but I finally decided on a plot, so its all good to go. Who knows how it will turn out? You'll just have to see! As for updates, I plan on trying to have a new chapter every week or so, but please do understand that College does get in the way! xD Oh well, we gotta do the best we can.
Also...as I am writing this for a friend, and she Beta'd this chapter, I can no longer allow her to do so. So, maybe in a few chapters I might be looking for a Beta.
again, thanks for reading, and I do so hope you will leave a comment! This is my first Dramione, so let me know how I'm doing!