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You guys seem to be enjoying this. Yes, Draco has been holding on to an ultrasound photo. Who wouldn't do the same in his situation?
And I was told, very kindly, to write faster. As much as I love writing, I must wait for inpiration and for my daguther, who is only 8 months old, to calm down and entertain herself. Otherwise, I become the source of entertainment. Entertaining an 8-month-old is not as easy as one would think.
Anyways, here's the next chapter. Please R & R.
Love always,
Avoline
Draco scanned the collection of jewelry in the case. He was trying to find the perfect piece. Nothing else would do. He had been searching all day, but could not find anything that he felt was good enough.
"How picky can she be," Blaise called from behind him. "She's already-"
"Don't even say it, Blaise," Draco snapped. "She's been through more than both of us. In my opnion, she has every right to be the way she is." Blaise joined Draco's side.
"Good luck finding something that you think is perfect for her," he muttered. "As unique as she is, I doubt you'll find something."
"Unique," the jeweler asked. Both men nodded. "Well, all you had to do was say something! I've got a ring in the back!" The short man disappeared to the back, only to reappear with a small, dusty box. He opened the box, revealing the ring. Garnets and opals were arranged to form the shape of a flower, set into antique looking gold. Draco figured the ring must have been at least 2 1/2" tall.
"It's perfect," he whispered, pulling the ring out of the box to examine it. "Matter of fact, it's more than perfect."
"It screams Luna," Blaise chuckled, earning himself a punch to the arm. "Well, it does!" Draco smiled, putting the ring back in the box and paying for it.
"I know," he breathed. "Now the fun part, how do I ask her?" Blaise shook his head.
"I haven't seen you this nervous since you found out she was pregnant," he stated. Draco walked along Diagon Ally, deep in thought.
"Maybe I should hand it from a branch in one of the trees with a note," he pondered.
"Don't worry too much about it," Blaise instructed. "You've got time. She isn't leaving any time soon." They said their good-byes, and Draco apparated back to the manor.
His mind raced when he heard his mother screaming his name.
He darted into the manor, following her screams. He took the stairs by two and found her on the second floor, at the bottom of the stairs, kneeling next to Luna's crumbled body. His breathing caught in his throat.
"I don't know what happened," Narcissa explained in a rush as he dropped to his knees next to her. "She was just coming down for lunch. We were going to go to Hogsmead, to Madame Puddifoots to have tea. She fell down the stairs."
"I'll get her to St. Mungo's," he interrupted. "She'll be fine, Mother, I promise."
She has to be.
He lifted Luna's body and apparated to St. Mungo's, this time reliquishing control to the frantic nurses and Healers. Once he was alone in the waiting room, he sat in a chair and let the terror overtake his mentallity.
I failed. I was suppose to take care of her, and now she's hurt.
Will she ever wake up?
He slowly opened his eyes. He had spend the night at the hospital with her, refusing to leave her side once allowed in the room. His back and his neck hurt, but his main concern was Luna. He lifted his head off the edge of the hospital bed and looked at her face. She had a few bruises, but she looked peaceful, like she was merely sleeping.
She needs to wake up. It's already been a whole day.
He reached into his pocket and toyed with the ring. He wanted so bad to tell her how much she meant to him, how he couldn't imagine life without her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to start a family with her. He wanted to grow old with her by his side.
All she needs to do is wake up.
He pulled the ultrasound photo out of his pocket and gazed at it. Loosing their child had hurt him more than he thought it would. If he lost her, though, he knew, without a doubt, that he would go completely mental. In the time span of only six months, she had become his world. Her father had already given them his blessings when they told him about the pregnancy, and again after the miscarriage. Lucius had given his blessings before being shipped off to Azkaban, and everyone already knew how Narcissa felt about the young couple.
All he needed to do was ask her.
He put the picture away and averted his gaze back to Luna.
"Please wake up, Lu," he whispered. "I love you, I need you, and I don't want to live without you. You've become my world, my everything. Please, please wake up." He began toying with the ring again. "I got something for you. It took me forever to find one that was perfect, but I did. But I can't give it to you until you wake up." He could feel the emotions growing within him. "I can't loose you; not now. I promised your father that I would stay by your side, and I will. Please, I'm begging you, come back to me." He gently kissed her forehead.
She'll wake up. She has to.
