Hey, so I know it's been a while since I've updated…. So uh…. Sorry! I've been busy with my other stories 'no broken hearted girl' and 'In death, there is life'. I recommend u read those if you like Dramione's! okay so…. Enjoy the chapter….although it's a bit dark.

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(Draco pov)

Beep….beep….beep…

The steady beat of her heart was all that could touch me right now. Not the doctors asking me questions, not the nurses checking on Hermione, nothing. Just my wife's damaged heart. Then, the beat got faster, and I knew what that meant: she was waking up. Slowly, but surely.

What do I do? What do I do? I can stay and comfort my dying wife, or I can… no! I'm not even going to consider it!

As I had an internal debate with myself, I hadn't noticed Hermione open her eyes, and stare at me. I hadn't noticed I had an angry scowl on my face, either.

"I- If you don't stop making that face, It'll f-freeze that way." She groaned, trying to sit up, wincing as pain shot through her chest.

I immediately changed my facial expression and leaned into toward Hermione. "Baby, don't stress yourself. You just had major surgery." I said, gently pushing her back onto the bed, and putting her hand in mine.

"And why do you care?" She said, jerking her hand away from mine, crossing her arms, and looking toward the door.

"Because you're my wife, and I'm your husband. I've always cared about you." I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder, and trying to get her to look at me.

"Well you sure haven't showed how much you 'care' about me." She snapped, shrugging my hand off her shoulder. I then moved to the other side of her bed, and kneeled so that I was eye-level with her.

"Hermione, I need to tell you something about me. Something about my past, that you should know." I said, grabbing her hand no matter how hard she tried to jerk it away.

"Why should I listen to anything you have to say? You didn't even kissed me before I went into surgery!" She yelled.

"Hermione, if I tell you this, there's a chance you might understand. This story does not justify my actions, but it does explain them. Just please, let me tell you." I begged.

"Fine." She spat.

"Did I ever tell you I had a sister?" I asked, making her eyes go wide.

"I think That's something I needed to know." She said, a little less angry this time, but the frustration was still there, none the less.

"I don't like to talk about her. I haven't spoken of her in eleven years, until today." I said, taking a breath, and continuing my story when she nodded. "When I was 12, my sister, Anna, got really sick, and I went to live with her because I thought I could make her better somehow. I had no idea, but she had breast cancer. She was so beautiful. But the last week of her life, she looked like hell. She had completely changed, and she lost a lot of weight. The last night of her life, she told me she had to leave, and that she wouldn't be coming back. I didn't want to let her go, so I slept in her bed, with arms around her that night. And when I woke up, she…" I stopped, letting tears roll down my cheek. Hermione's face was emotionless. "She was dead. I remember I yelled for her to wake up for a long time. My parents had to drag me off of her body. She was the same age as you. 23. Her lifeless blue eyes still haunt me to this day." I finished.

Hermione had said nothing, but she let a tear roll down her cheek.

"I was there, holding her hand every day, and telling her that she was going to be okay. I grew closer to her than I ever had to anyone in my life. She understood me, like you do. And then she was just gone. Being with her everyday for the remainder of her life, made it that much harder to let go. You are my Anna, Hermione. You know me like she did. I don't want to have to let go of you. I don't want to live in a world where you don't exist." I said, letting every tear I had roll down my face.

Hermione then putt her hands on either side of my face, and pulled me close enough to look at her. "Draco, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that when you were just a kid." She whispered.

"You shouldn't be sorry. You shouldn't be sorry for anything. I'm the one who should be sorry for making you miserable because I can't handle this." I said, walking to the window and looking at the floor, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"Honey, listen. I forgive you. I know this must be hard for you, but I'm not your sister. I am your wife. I am not going to die-" She said before I interrupted.

"You don't know that!" I snapped from the other side of the room.

"Yes I do! I am not going to die! You of all people should know that I don't go down without a fight! You are not going to have to say goodbye to me! I am going to die when I'm old and gray, not young and in a hospital bed!" Hermione yelled. I turned around to see tears coming down her cheeks as well.

"You don't-"

"YES I DO!" She screamed, interrupting me.

"Is there something wrong?" A nurse said, opening the door.

"Get out!" Hermione screamed, throwing a pillow, making the nurse close the door. "Now you listen to me!" This time her comment was directed at me.

"Mione-"

"NO! Listen to me! I am your wife! You took vows! Or did you forget that? What about to have and to hold, in sickness and in health? Was that all just empty words?" She yelled, pausing to take a breath. "You need to get it together! I need you right now! This is just a test of our marriage! Do you love me enough to help me get through this?"

"yes."

"Then prove it!" She said, her voice breaking on the last words.

I walked over to her, laid next to her in the bed, and pulling her close, letting her cry into my chest. She's right, I thought. I noticed that, as she cried, I couldn't feel her chest rising on mine anymore. I then looked down. Her chest was completely flat, with a bandage covered in small spots of blood across it.

"Hermione, I am so sorry. I am more sorry than you will ever know. I will be by your side every second humanly possible. I will do everything I can to make you happy. I promise you, with my whole heart, that I will love you until the day you die. Whether that day is in 6 weeks, or 60 years. I promise I'll help you get through this." I said, kissing her hair, and wiping her tears away when she looked up at me.

"Promise?" She asked, sniffing.

"Yes. Just keep your heart beating." I said, before the doctor came into the room.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. We need to discuss some things." He said, taking a seat in the chair beside Hermione's bed.

"Is this about the chemo?" Hermione asked, the both of us sitting up to talk to him.

"Yes. You'll start chemo in one week. We are going to start you off with a low dose of an alkylating agent. This is to stop the existing cancer cells in your body to stop multiplying. You'll have to stay here for the day after that. Then two days after you've been given the agent, we are going to give you a dose of IL2. This is to kill the cancer cells. The IL2 will cause your body to attack itself. You are going to feel the worst you ever have. You will get sick, but this is normal. Three doses is one round. We'll need to do five, since there were cancer cells that spread to your abdomen and back. You'll need to stay here from the second round to the end. As for now, you are allowed to leave in three days. Then you'll have to be back at 10 a.m. next Tuesday. Any questions?" He asked, finishing his explanations.

"What's the chance of me surviving this?" Hermione asked, worry etched in her voice.

"There's a 60-40 chance you'll survive without any permanent damage." He replied.

"What do you mean, 'damage'?" I asked, hugging my wife closer to me.

"Well, with this amount of radioactive chemicals inside her body there is a possibility that she could need a new kidney, have seizures, or damage her reproductive system."

And that was it right. The thing Hermione feared most. She might not ever be able to have a baby of her own. She might never feel the joy of having a child call her 'mommy'.

"Okay, thank you." I said, hugging my wife as I felt new tears fall onto my shirt. The doctor looked at us once, gave a sad smile, and left the room.

"I don't know if I want to do this." Hermione said, making me gasp.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't kno can do this. He said I might never be able to have kids." She whispered.

"No, no baby. We'll have kids. Don't worry, love."

"But he said-"

"Don't think about what he said. It'll be alright. We'll have two kids. A boy and a girl. We'll have to boy first so he can protect his little sister. Our son with have chestnut brown hair just like yours, and light gray eyes like mine." I cooed.

"What about our daughter?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, she'll be perfect. She have long, straight blonde hair, and milk chocolate brown eyes. She'll be beautiful, just like her mother." I said, making her smile a little.

"I love you." She said, holing me tight.

"I love you more." I said, kissing her forehead.

And for the rest of the night, we just sat there. Talking about kids, and what our lives well be like when this is all over. We never once thought about death. We had blocked it out so we could focus on the happiness. Then we looked into each other's eyes, and said 'I love you'. Hermione fell asleep in my arms, and I held her all night, wishing that moment would never end.

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