DISCLAIMER: I don't own Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger. If I did Hermione wouldn't have ended with Ron.
I woke up today to find out that it's raining cats and dogs outside my window. As usual, I find it hard to move or even breathe. It's really hard when your olden days caught up with you. I miss my little lithe body of the teen age years, now that I've grown old and wrinkly.
I find my eldest sleeping in the chair next to my bed. He must have been probably awake all night, arguing with those darn healers and keeping track of my wheezing breathing.
He must have felt me stirring.
Opening his eyes, "Good Morning. How are you feeling?"
"I've been…cough…better…cough" I answered.
A smirk resembling his father's crept up his beautiful, tired face. Ah, his father. A man perfectly imperfect. I have said goodbye just a few years ago, though it feels like it is yesterday.
"The kids will visit you this afternoon. To lighten up this room of yours." he said with a spark in his eyes. I can see it, though, the underlying sadness and worry. I know, of course. How could I not? Instead I replied "Is your wife coming along?"
My grandchildren. They brought back the loud laughter that was one abundant in my house. Amusing me with their inherited quirky wit and charm. All day long, they managed to keep me distracted and happy. That's their job I suppose, children brings back the fun in old age.
As they leave, giving me their last farewell, although unknown to them, little Cassopiea whispered "Grandad's waiting for you, Granny".
"I know sweetheart, I know."
As they closed the door behind them, my son smiled and kissed me then took refuge in the bed beside me. "Goodnight, Ma". I smiled as I closed my eyes for the last time.