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Summary: Draco and Hermione have separate lives for 6 years after the war. They live alone. Ron died instead of Fred. Now Draco is hurt while playing Quidditch and needs a blood transfusion. No one matches his blood type at that time except Healer Hermione. So she gives her blood and now, Draco remembers things he shouldn't.
Draco P.O.V
I stared out of the window overlooking the huge lawn of the Malfoy residence. It's been 6 years since I've left England for the shelter of my home in Germany. My father was chucked in Azkaban the moment the war ended. My mother and I were spared because of her last minute change of allegiance. But that didn't mean that we escaped the constant reminder of our ever so undesirable past. We would always live in the shadow of my father's actions. That's why I came here.
A beautiful snowy owl soared in the sky in front of me. It flew straight through the window I was standing at and perched itself on my shoulder. Belle had returned! I quickly pulled out the parchment tied to her leg and placed her in her cage with some water and owl treats. I unrolled the parchment, my hands quivering so hard that I nearly dropped the letter. This was it. I had applied for a Quidditch job, my last chance to ever go back to London. I scanned the paper as Belle hooted softly. This really was it!
Hermione P.O.V
Work was hectic. It was 11 at night and I had just returned to my flat in muggle London. Working in St. Mungo's had its ups and downs. The first few weeks of my work came as a relief, it took my mind off the unpleasant things that had happened. Ron was dead and my whole life was a mess. I'd always planned a future with Ron and now with him gone, I just didn't know how to handle the stress. So, I resorted to working non-stop from the early hours of the morning to past midnight at times. Now, the work was too much. But I was Hermione Granger, one of the best healers in the world, and I never gave up. I took everything in my stride and continued to work even harder. I was not ranked 5th in the world for nothing..
Suddenly, a bluish white light appeared in front of me. It grew bigger and bigger until it became the shape of a stag. It was a patronus! Harry's patronus! It spoke in Harry's deep voice:
Ginny's in labour! Come quick! We're at St. Mungo's!
Then, it disappeared. I was shocked! No, that didn't even begin to cover it. Ginny was expecting a little boy but she was not due till next month! I sighed as I picked up my things once again and disapparated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I asked the reception where the potter's room was and quickly made my way there. The door was closed showing that Ginny was still in labour. I sat on the bench outside with Mrs Weasley who had the expression somewhere in between fear and joy. It was going to be a long night.