So, I just adopted this story from Twipotterfreak28. The first seven chapters are all her work, any after that are my work. Neither of us are getting paid for this. It is simply for enjoyment.

Hey. This is a story I've written for someone special, who has recently passed away from cancer. R&R please, No flames. Big thanks to my beta, who helped me work out some kinks. Ghoststar54! Also, alexa, I changed the name of this story to something else than what I originally planned. Sorry…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter

(Hermione pov)

"Cancer." She said, no pity in her voice, like she'd told hundreds of women that they were going to die.

"No, no it's not possible. You must have me confused with someone else." I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I'm very sorry. We can look at various treatment options once we take a few more scans. I'll just give you two a minute." The oncologist said. Without giving me a second glance, she then left the room, leaving Draco and I sitting on her couch, shocked beyond belief.

"Hermione, I- I'm sorry….." He said, his voice fading when he saw tears spilling down my face. He put his arms around me, and carefully put my head on his shoulder.

"why?" I said, my words cracking.

"huh?" Draco said, managing to make his voice sound like something other than sorrow.

"Why do the bad things always happen to good people? I've never stolen anything in my life, I've had good grades, I've been nice to everyone I've ever met, I was completely healthy, and then this happened. I just want to know why." I said, crying harder on the last sentence.

"I don't know. I really don't know. It's gonna be okay, baby." He said, cradling me before I threw his arms off me.

"You don't know that! Do you know how serious this is! I could die, Draco! I'm only 23 years old! We've only been married for two years, and you could be a widower! There are some many things I still want to do! I want to have kids, and grand kids and a family! But we might not ever get the chance to!" I screamed, letting out loud sobs when he pulled me back to his chest.

"Shh, Hermione. I'm here. I've got you. You'll get through this. We'll get through this. I'll be with you every step of the way." He said, rubbing my back, trying to soothe me.

"Pinky Promise?" I said, sniffing a bit, and holding out my left pinky.

"Pinky Promise." He replied, twisting his pinky in mine, and kissing my forehead.

The doctor then chose this moment to re-enter the room. "So, we need to discuss treatment options, but first I would like to discuss more about the situation." She said, folding her hands together on her desk.

"O-kay." I said, looking down at my feet.

"So, as you already know, the tumor is on your left breast, and it's a fairly good size. The good news is you are only in stage three right now. If we had detected it earlier…" She said, my mind fading out into my memories as I heard her speak.

*Flashback*

"Hermione, I think we need to go to the doctor. This is the fifth time in the past three days you've thrown up. Are you sure you aren't pregnant?" Draco said, holding my hair as I was violently sick over the toilet.

"No, I'm not pregnant. And no, I don't want to go to the doctor. Doctors mean needles. It's probably just the flu or something." I said, getting up of the bathroom floor. I immediately stumbled, and draco caught me just before I hit the ground. "I just need to go lie down."

This continued for the next week, until I finally told Draco about the lump. I had found it a week earlier, but I didn't want to admit it to myself, even though I already knew what it was.

*End Flashback*

"Mrs. Malfoy?" The doctor said, drawing me back to reality.

"I- I'm sorry. I must have zoned out. Could you repeat that please?" I said, my face void of any emotion.

"Very well. Like I was saying, if we had detected it earlier, we would have more options, but you're lucky we found it now. So you have three options. Option one, you can leave this untreated and you would have about two years left. Option two, We can do a double mastectomy and a few chemo/radiation treatments. Or option three, we can just do the chemo and radiation, without the mastectomy. The odds on the cancer coming back with chemo alone are twice as high than with a mastectomy and chemo. I'll let you two go home and think about this for a while. I'll schedule another appointment for you two tomorrow. Have a nice day." She said, ushering us toward the door. We left the women's center, and got in the car without saying a word.

The ride home was completely silent. Draco had not attempted to say anything. He valued my sanity too much. When we reached our house near Godric's Hollow, I slowly got out of the car and went inside the house. I immediately went to my room, got in the middle of the bed, and laid there for three hours, just staring at the ceiling. Draco offered me food and someone to talk to numerous times, but I had just blown every attempt off. After about the 15th time, he didn't know what to do, so he called Harry and Ginny. They lived within walking distance of us, so it wasn't long before they slowly walked into my room, and sat on either side of me.

"Hey Hermione." Harry said, grabbing my hand and lightly squeezing.

"Harry…" I said, leaning into his embrace. We were both laying flat on our backs, with his arms around me. It wasn't awkward at all. We had been friends too long for that.

"Hermione, Draco told Ginny and I about your…. Situation. I'm not going to pretend I understand what you're going through, But I do want to be here for you. Draco also said that you have to decide what to do by tomorrow. Do you want to talk about it?" He said, hope in his soft voice.

"I don't know. Can you call Draco in here? Please?" I asked.

"Sure. Anything for you." He said, kissing my forehead in a brotherly way. He then left the room and Draco entered moments later.

"Hey baby." He said, getting on our bed and curling up next to me, putting his arms around me just like Harry had.

"I think I've made my decision."

"Already?" He said, sounding surprised.

"Well I sat here for three hours thinking about it. I've decided to go ahead and get the mastectomy and do the chemo." I said, sighing an putting my head deeper into his chest.

"Okay, well I'll tell Harry and Ginny." He said, getting up to leave the room. But, before he left, I saw something I never thought I would see. A single tear rolled down his pale cheek. I had never seen him cry before.

I got up and went into the bathroom to throw up again. After I was finished, I lifted up my shirt and looked in the mirror.

"Draco! Come here, quickly! I- I think it's getting bigger." I said, touching the small bulge on the underside of my right breast.

"Hermione, what is it?" Draco said, coming into the bathroom.

"Look, It's all red, and it has gotten bigger." I said, showing him the bulge.

"I think you're right. I'll call the doctor." He said, about to walk out of the bathroom before I stopped him.

"D- Draco, wait." I said, starting to feel dizzy.

"Yes, love?" He said, coming to stand in front of me.

"C- Catch me." I said, falling over into his arms as the darkness engulfed me. The last thing I heard was a voice yelling 'Hermione'.

All of my plans, ruined. Everything I've worked on, changed. My life, turned upside down.

That was the day, my world…

Shattered.

A/N: So did you like it? The next chapter should be up soon. Please, review. -nikki a.k.a.- twipotterfreak28