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Hermione felt as if she had slowly sunken to the bottom of a freezing cold lake, her limps where shivering and her mind numb by the subzero temperature. She opened her eyes, pointless since she couldn't really see but to her shock her eyes took in her surroundings. She was standing, immobile in the middle of a small dark tunnel. She could see a faint light at the end and felt herself being pulled towards it. This is such a cliché, walking towards the light, she thought giggling to herself. After so many years of fighting her own body she was no longer afraid of death, in fact she welcomed the numbness it promised, no more pain, no more hospitals or pitying voices explaining that there was no cure. She would be free of her mother's sobbing or the insufferable optimism that came from her friends. Hermione hadn't wanted to admit it to herself while she had been alive but she had envied them, and at times resented their happiness. Why had they all been allowed to move on? They had beautiful families and days filled with happiness and no pain. Why? It wasn't fair she had fought too, right along them even when she no longer wanted to she had fought and her reward had been misery.
The closer her legs got her to the light the warmer her limbs became, the soft glow seemed comfortingly final, exactly what she needed.
"It didn't work, they are dead." Hermione heard Ginny's sobbing voice and picked up speed towards the light and away from the human suffering.
"I'm so sorry I really believed this would work." This time the voices grew louder and the tunnel seemed to be getting longer and longer the light no longer close enough to warm her. SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME DIE! She thought desperately, why wouldn't they just allow her peace?
"I have an idea." Hermione could hear the sweet timber of Luna's voice at first it seemed muffled as if her ears where filled with cotton but the voices where becoming much clearer and the numbness was beginning to fade, pain just waiting to attack her fragile body once again. Hermione broke into a frantic run, she needed to reach the end of the tunnel, and she frantically fought against the persisting pain that began to grip her. Hermione could hear the group of people fighting, throwing accusations and sobbing. "I said I have an idea!" Luna screamed this time clearly. Suddenly Hermione felt a jarring pain on her right palm, she looked down and saw a gaping wound, bleeding. All of a sudden everything turned dark, the light was gone. Hermione suddenly felt that her lungs where burning, and she needed to breath. No please I don't want to breath, she thought but just as the words formed in her head her nose desperately sucked in much needed oxygen. "See its working."
Draco opened his eyes and looked around, he found himself in a room with pink wallpaper and pink curtains on the window. Where the hell am I? He thought confused, the last thing he remembered he had been in his flat frantically fighting to get to the bathroom because of…
Suddenly he felt the bed dipped next to him and he turned his head slowly fighting the nausea the action caused. There next to him laid his mate, the woman he had been running from since he had turned eighteen, she looked terrible and for a second he thought she was dead but she coughed lightly. I need to get out of here before the damn veela takes control of me. He thought trying to sit up and failing miserably.
"No Draco don't move" At the mention of his name Draco turns his head to a chair next to the tiny bed, his mother sat there her body leaning towards him and a concern look on her face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, hatred lacing his voice as he glared at the elegant woman dressed in black robes. "Where is 'here'?"
"The Granger home, I found you in your apartment fighting off the veela."
"Why did you bring me here, and don't try to deny it I know it was you."
"If I hadn't you would have died." She pleaded softly, the realization that he laid next to Hermione Granger in her bed hit him like a ton of brinks, that he was still in his right mind, shocked him. Where was the veela?
"What happened why am I not the beast? Did we…oh god did we…?" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"Mated? No you have not completed the marking of Miss Granger, but we did force the first marking. I'm sorry but we had no choice." She was quick to explain, but the look on his face said he had rather die. Well that was too damn bad she had lost too much already and Narcissa refused to see her son die, even if that meant mating him against his will to a muggle born witch. Draco got up from the bed with shaky legs, Narcissa jumped up and grabbed his arm before he fell but he shoved her away disgusted by her touch.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" He screamed like a petulant child. "I need to find a fireplace; I need to get out of here before…"
"That is not advisable." Came a soft gentle voice from the doorway, there stood a pale angel like woman in a flowing mint green dress. "You are weak and if you get too far from your mate the veela will take over."
"So am supposed to stay here because Loony Lovegood and the wicked bitch say so? You can both fuck off." He said walking on wobbly legs towards Luna.
"Stupefy" Narcissa whispered effectively stopping her stubborn son.
Please you can't do this, I don't want her to be my mate she hates me, please. Draco begged but no words let his mouth. Ten, Ten years he had spent avoiding Hermione, drugging himself with the suppressing potion and now they were forcing him to mark her, in fact they had already placed the first bond around him. Merlin damn them all to hell, what would they do when Hermione Granger woke up and found out she had been unwillingly bonded to one of the people she hated most in the world. If he could he would smirk at the lot of them, if there was one thing Draco Malfoy knew about Hermione Granger was that the witch could not be forced to do anything she didn't want to do.
"I still don't understand why it has to be him." Ron yelled angrily at Harry who just stood by the waiting room door at St. Mungo's and said nothing. They had been having the same damn argument since Draco's elf Veritas had apparated him along with Hermione's parents to the Granger's kitchen. Presently Harry and Ron stood outside one of the many waiting rooms at St. Mungo's while the rest of the group waited inside in awkward silence. Harry had found that Ron's indignant arguing only made the situation worse, that and if Ron yelled at Harry's wife one time Harry was going to punch his best friend in the face.
Harry heard clicking down the hallway and saw Dean Thomas walking towards them with his four year old twins in each hand, the tall man looked tired and haggard just like the rest of them did, the last month had taken a toll on Hermione's loved ones as her condition worsen.
"Hey Harry, I'm so sorry but I'm looking for Ginny. I know this is a bad time but I was called into work." Dean explained coming to a stop in front of the two tense men.
"She's in there with Molly and Arthur." Harry said moving from the door frame. "Did they call you in because of Hermione?" Dean was a potions specialist at St. Mungo's. The tall man nodded and pushed the two little girls passed the door. Harry heard Ginny's happy voice at seeing her family and was glad that they could all still take comfort with their loved ones.
"Are you listening to me?" Ron demanded angrily.
"Yes Ron I've heard you, we've all heard you! Why does it matter that Draco saved Hermione's life? Shouldn't it be good enough that she's alive?" Harry demanded losing his temper, he hadn't meant to yell at Ron but Harry was just so tired of Ron's bitching. Hermione would live for fuck's sakes that should be enough!
Before Ron could respond they were interrupted by a young mediwitch running down the hallway towards the arguing pair.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter! She's awake, Miss Granger is awake!" The lanky brunette said out of breath.