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Chapter 7:

Draco was awoken by his phone. "Hello?"

"Draco?"

"Hermione?" he sat up in his bed, quickly looking at the alarm clock on his side-table, he registered that it was 4:39 in the morning. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?" There was silence and Draco grew more worried, "Hermione?"

"It's Harry."


Draco burst into the waiting room of a Muggle hospital. He looked frantically around himself trying to spot Hermione's head. He was about to go to the reception and find out where Harry was when he spotted Hermione sitting at the far side of the room, looking out of the window, worrying her lower lip. Draco quickly walked towards her.

"Hermione," he called as he got closer. Hermione looked up and in a second she was in Draco's arms.

"Thank God you are here," she whispered as Draco wrapped his arms around her.

"Tell me what happened?" asked Draco as Hermione moved back and wiped her eyes.

"I don't know," Hermione sat back down and looked at Draco, "He came to me tonight and he was a bit drunk too, Severus tried to give him Pepper-Up potion, but he didn't drink any," Hermione paused and took a deep breath. "He was talking about you actually."

"Me?"

"Yes, he was…he was rather upset that he couldn't remember you. He told me that he simply wanted to remember you, so he wouldn't look weak in your eyes. He wants to remember everything you've went through, he wants to know why you are so connected to each other."

"But I told him about the bond. What more does he wants to know?" Draco asked sounding desperate.

"He doesn't want to be told that stuff, he wants to remember."

Draco rubbed his forehead, battling his sleep off. "So, what is he doing in the hospital?"

"He kind of was upset when he left our place," said Hermione slowly. "And I thought he was going to be alright, and he was going to go back home. But I was wrong."

"Hermione…"

"He went to this… pub that he usually goes to" she said. "And we were about to go to sleep, when I got a phone call, because I was the last person that has spoken to him on the phone, before he came to our place. Anyways, I got a phone from the hospital, telling me that they got a man here that had my number-"

"Hermione, please tell me what happened to him," said Draco, slowly, "You are-"

"He overdosed."

There was silence.

A nurse passed by them, unnoticed by the two.

"Oh my God," mumbled Draco and dropped his head in his hands. "Oh my God, he... what? I can-what?"

"He overdosed. I don't know what he used, the doctor won't tell me anything about it, but the only thing that I know so far, that he's… he'll live, because they got him here in time…"

"How could he? Is he an idiot?" exclaimed Draco. "Doesn't he realize what he had done? What about me? What about his life? What about his kids? He-"

"Draco, listen to me," Hermione grabbed his arm and forced him to look at her. "He doesn't realize anything. He doesn't know you, he doesn't know about the kids. He doesn't want to live because he can't remember. Don't you understand?"

"But I'm here for him. You and everyone else are there for him too. How could he-"

"He doesn't understand that much," said Hermione. "He just wants to be normal, to be like us. He doesn't want to force himself to remember."

Draco let out a sigh and after a moment, nodded. Yes, he understood that much. He'd freak out himself if he had to force himself to remember anyone or anything that happened in his life. He understood his pain. He understood the fact that he wanted to simply live. But he still didn't get the part why would he use drugs?

"I want to see him," Draco said, his voice rough with emotions.

"You can't right now. Ron is with him, and then I'm going in for a few minutes…" said Hermione, her voice low.

"Yeah, alright…" said Draco, sniffling. He really wanted to cry, but he wasn't going to. Not in front of Hermione, not in front of anyone. Not even Harry. Damn him.

"Draco, promise me, that…you aren't going to leave him because of what he had become."

"I'm fucking bonded to him. I carried his kids. I raised his kids. Now look at how he is treating us!" Draco practically shouted the last part. "Of course I'm not going to leave him," his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hermione frowned, but didn't say anything. This was the Draco she knew from school, and it scared her a little bit that Harry had fucked everything up royally this time. She wasn't blaming this on anyone. The two boys were foolish enough getting married at the age of sixteen, and without Harry knowing about Pureblood male population. Hermione hoped that Draco would at least have the decency to tell Harry about his kids before he'd blow things up. But how he was going to break the news to him was a big question.

"Hermione," Ron's voice brought Hermione back to present and she stood up, looking at Ron. "He's waiting for you there, he is…weak."

Hermione nodded and walked out of the waiting room, leaving without a glance at Draco.

Ron stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, and then took the seat that was a bit far from Draco, but close enough if they'd talk. He cast a side-ways glance at Draco, observing him. The boy had grown into a man, as much as he hated admitting it. And he was kind of surprised at how the slimy git from the school managed to not only win his best friend's heart, but to also raise two children on his own.

They sat in silence, not saying anything.

Draco tapped his leg impatiently, waiting for Hermione to come back so he could go and see Harry. He sighed and leaned back on the chair, closing his eyes, trying to calm down. His cell-phone rung and he quickly looked at it.

"Mum?"

"Yes, it's me," Narcissa's voice was low. "Where are you? It's 5:30 in the morning."

"Yeah, uh…something happened, I'm at the hospital."

"Is everything alright?" now it was worried. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah mum, I'm fine," he said, exasperated and tired. "It's Harry."

He heard her inhale sharply. "What happened to him?"

"Mum, can we not talk about this right now, please? I'll come home in an hour or two and I'll tell you then, okay?" pleaded Draco. He really didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah, sure."

"How are Scorpius and Siria?"

"They are asleep."

"And why aren't you?" murmured Draco.

"The usual…" Narcissa left it at that, and Draco sighed.

"Alright, goodnight."

"Night."

They hung up. Draco looked down at the screen of his phone and smiled. It was a picture of him and the kids when they were still little. He looked really tired in this picture, but happy at the same time.

"Is that-are those your kids?" Draco looked to his right and saw that Ron was leaning closer to get a look at his screen. Draco was taken aback by his sudden move, but mentally shook his head.

"Uh…yeah, it's them," he tilted his phone towards Ron.

Ron chuckled. "You look like shit, Malfoy."

"Well, thanks for the compliment, Weasley."

"Anytime."

They sat in an awkward silence.

"You have beautiful kids," said Ron. Draco looked at him quizzically, but didn't say anything. "Although it's because of their dad they get the best of the looks."

"Oh so you mean I'm not beautiful enough for my kids?" asked Draco, incredulously.

"No," said Ron bluntly. Draco spluttered. "What?"

"Scorpius is like the copy of me."

"Unfortunately," Ron mumbled.

"What is your problem anyway?" Ron looked at Draco, brow furrowed. "Clearly you still dislike me, the feeling is mutual, believe me. What I'm saying…Why are you talking so…civilly with me?"

"Look," Ron turned a bit so he was fully facing Draco, a determined look on his face, which, to tell the truth, Draco had never seen. "I don't know why, but Hermione is convinced, that in this crazy thing that Harry is going through, the only person that might actually help him is you. I don't know why, but she is positive that you can help him. I'm not approving of you getting close to my best friend, but if you can help him out of his misery, then I'll be forever grateful of you."

Draco looked at Ron, stunned. He didn't really know what to say. Ron Weasley was practically asking him to help his best friend. The world seemed to turn on its axes. Still stunned, the only thing he could do was nod his head. Ron nodded back and sat straight. Draco knew he had to say something but he didn't know what. He tapped his foot for a second, and then sighed again.

"Weasley?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry to what happened to Lavender."

Ron looked at Draco with a serious expression. He nodded again and turned back looking dully at the far wall.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Merlin that he still had his limbs attached to himself after what he said. Lavender has been killed during the war. Fenrir Greyback attacked her, and she was too weak to fight off him. So she had been killed. Draco heard about this from Hermione, and he really felt bad for her. She was a beautiful girl.

"Draco?" Hermione's voice snapped him back to present and he stood up shakily and looked at Hermione. "He is waiting."

"Where's his room?"

"He's in the room down the hall, right side after the receptionist."

Draco nodded and walked out of the waiting room, towards where Harry's room was. He rubbed a hand at his face, fixing his clothes, and running his hands into his hair, he opened the door slowly. The room was dark; the only light that was coming was from Harry's heart-rating machine, and the white light that was at the head of Harry's bed.

Draco looked at Harry, and felt tears popping up in his eyes. He looked so pale, and skinny, lying there, IV's connected to his arms, and the oxygen attached to his nose. It made him look vulnerable, and Draco didn't like it at all.

Harry stirred and opened his eyes. He blinked several times and looked around himself. His eyes finally landed on Draco and he froze. Draco saw him swallowing hard, and he bit his lip. He so wanted to touch him.

"Hey," even his voice sounded so small. Draco's heart gave a lurch.

"Hi," he said weakly. If he said another word, he knew he'd break down. A tear slipped down from his eye, which he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand.

Harry frowned, "Come here…"

Draco obliged. Walked towards the bed, he grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it towards the bed and sat on it, crossing his arms over his chest, sniffling. Harry looked at him with furrowed brow. He waited for Draco to say something, but he didn't. "Are you going to sit there and not talk to me all night?"

Draco looked at Harry. "What do you want me to say, Harry?"

"I don't know, whatever you want, but please don't just sit there and act all cold."

"I'm not acting anything," Draco said quickly. "I just…I just want to understand why did you do it? Why are you taking drugs?"

"I wanted to relax for a bit, and-"

"Oh yeah, and are you relaxing right now? Was getting almost killed relaxing?" He saw Harry's eyes flashing with hurt, and he sighed. Damn him, he still had that effect on him. "Look, I don't know why you are taking drugs, but I'd really be grateful of you if you just…simply stopped."

"I just can't 'simply stop', okay?" said Harry, sighing. "It's not that easy."

"I know it is not," said Draco quickly. "I know. But I'm willing to help."

"You can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'm too broken…I'm…" Harry sighed in frustration. "I can't, I don't remember anything about us. I don't want to be told things, and to be forced to remember them. I just want to know them, you know? And because I can't do either of them, I decided to take the pain away by using drugs. It's better than cutting."

"Better than cutting?" Draco asked incredulously. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you realize what you are talking about?"

"Yes, I do."

"No, you fucking don't," Draco snapped. "How can you even think these things? You weren't like this Harry."

"But I don't know myself! Don't you understand? I'm fucking losing my mind! I can't even remember what I did last year this time. Whatever 'curse' I have taken at the war, must be for forever, not permanent. I might even forget my name."

"But you didn't take any curse Harry. You just fell over, hurt your head. Nothing happened. And the Healers told us it was perme-"

"Keyword, 'was'…" said Harry. Draco looked at Harry, his eyes shining with tears.

"Y-You can't b-be serious," Draco gasped out.

"I'm so sorry, Draco."

"B-But…what about the kids?"

"What kids?"

"My kids…"

"Draco, I hardly even know them."

"But they are…they are waiting for you," Draco's mind was blank with grief. Listening Harry telling him that his memory loss wasn't permanent anymore, and he was going to forget everything was killing him, and he was desperate to keep Harry sane, to keep him to him. He wanted, needed Harry.

"What do you mean by that? Why are they waiting for me?"

"Because you are their father, Harry. They know you from the day they had been born. They asked about you when the both of them started talking. They always wanted you."

"What? What do you mean I'm their 'father'? Are-Aren't you the one who is their dad?"

Draco looked at Harry's face, and thought. What the hell, he was going to forget this, why won't tell him now? Draco closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said. "I'm the one who had carried them."

Draco could swear that he had shocked Harry to the core. And he wasn't even sure if he'd ever come back to reality. He just wished he wouldn't be the person to answer to Harry's questions about his pregnancy, and him carrying the babies.

"You are fucking insane," Harry shrieked at him. "You sick bastard!"

Draco was up in a heartbeat, eyes blazing. He took Harry's shoulders in his hands and pinned him to the bed, his face an inch away from Harry's. "You think I'm making this up? You think I'd think of making these sick things up to just get you to stay by my side? You think I'd risk my children, because of you? I'm sorry to tell you, but you are fucking wrong. I carried them in my fucking stomach for fucking nine months. I had fucking surgery to get them out of me. I raised them, while giving them false hope that their 'dad' will get back to them, and we'll live happily ever after. But I guess I was fucking wrong. I was so wrong, that I screwed everything up for my kids. And that is it, thanks to you Potter."

With that he turned swiftly on his heels, and left the room, slamming the door shut, leaving a very confused and scared Harry behind.

At the waiting room, when Draco entered it, Hermione and Ron were on their feet in a minute as they saw the livid look on Draco's face.

"Draco, what happened?" Hermione's concerned voice did nothing to help calming is nerves.

"Harry fucking Potter. That's what happened. Oh and you happened," Draco pointed at Hermione with his finger.

"What did I do?" she really was confused.

"You told me to fucking help him to get his memory back, but do you know what he told me, do you?" Hermione shook her head weakly, tears gathering in her eyes. "He told me that he won't remember anything, because he was going to lose everything. How's that kind of news to you Granger? "

"I-"

"Oh, and there's a good thing in this too, do you know what? I told him that I'm the one that gave birth to our kids, and he didn't even believe me. He probably thinks I'm a fucking psycho or something."

Draco turned around ready to leave, but he remembered what he was going to say to Hermione, for the last time. "And by the way, I didn't tell him how it was possible to get married. I'm leaving that to you to figure out how you are going to him." Draco turned and walked towards the exit, not before shouting after him, "And I'm leaving for Russia, tomorrow! I've had enough drama here!"

The whole waiting room was silent. Hermione took a deep breath and turned around looking at Ron, who didn't know how he was feeling with this situation. "Well," said Hermione, trying herself to stop crying, "That went well."