Hello everyone!
I'm getting this out a little later then usual and I appologize. Hopefully the chapter will make up for it :)
I also just wanted to say to those people who I haven't already told personally that the idea from this story came from the movie 'The Holiday'. Just wanted to give credit to an amazing movie for giving me this idea.
Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter:
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: I know the chapters are short but please keep in mind that what you're reading right now isn't what I wrote. These chapters were written by the original author so theres no way i can change the length just yet.
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lacym3: the first nine chapters of the story belong to the original author and then after that is what I wrote with the same story line that the original author had planned.
Last Chapter: "That won't change the fact that she's still my wife," Blaise snarled, as he glared at Hermione even more. "And that also won't change the fact I will get rid of her child somehow." He winked at Hermione, causing Draco to press Hermione closer to his body, and sent her a kiss. "See you later, Love," He said, his blue eyes glowing maliciously. Hermione felt physically sick as his eyes roamed her body.
The other witnesses had watched the scene in silence and shock – words never passing through their lips, too intent on watching what would happen – stared at the three walking out of the hospital. Ginny and Colette shared a look at each other, but it was Healer Ashton who voiced the question.
"I thought you said that you two were off duty?"
Harry and Ron paused in their walking and looked back at the crowd. "Oh, about that," Ron hollered, as they began to make their way towards the lifts again, "We lied."
As soon as Harry and Ron had dragged Blaise into the lift, and the doors had closed, all the remaining people let out a breath that they had not realised they had been holding. Draco's shoulders visibly relaxed, as did his grip around Hermione; however, he did not let go of her.
With a deep heavy sigh, Healer Ashton, who looked mildly annoyed, was the first person to speak up. "Miss Granger," her voice held a harsh tone to it, "I would appreciate it if you and your friends moved back into your room. You see, this is a hospital; we do not accept violence here – especially in the wards. I would guess that your fiancé and husband have disturbed quite a few of our patients." She sent a look at the crowd before. "I wish to have no further trouble from you." She cleared her throat, and gave the group a tight smile. "If you need me, however, do not hesitate to come down the front desk."
Hermione, Draco, Ginny, Narcissa and Colette watched in silence as Healer Ashton walked down the same path as Ron, Harry and Zabini had, before turning left. With an unspoken agreement the remaining five people went into Hermione's hospital room. They all crowded round Hermione's bed – where she had been placed, despite her slight protests – and looked at each other. It was as if no one wanted to speak.
In this time, Hermione looked around at her company. She gave brief smiles to Ginny and Narcissa, before her eyes landed on Ron's girlfriend. "Ah," she exclaimed, with a brilliant smile, "So this is Colette, then." It wasn't a question, because there was no need for an answer; it was obvious who this girl was.
"That's right," Colette answered anyway, giving a small smile of her own. "It's great to meet you, Hermione; I've heard so much about you from Ronald." Hermione's lips quirked slightly as she realised that Colette had said the whole of Ron's first name; no one had done that since Luna had died.
"Not all bad I hope," Hermione joked, feeling lighter than she had in days, though Blaise still lingered on her mind.
"Of course not," Colette replied, her eyes – one green, the other brown – were sparkling. "Though I do remember one story where you were turned into a cat. Care to explain more?"
Hermione felt her cheeks tinge red as Draco, Ginny and Colette – who had heard the story – chuckled. Narcissa was the only one who seemed perplexed. However, despite being quite intrigued, the elder Malfoy didn't ask. Instead, she waited quite patiently for the laughter to end. It seemed to be a long time coming.
As the laughter continued, Hermione took time to study Ron's girlfriend. She seemed nice enough – nicer than Lavender, anyway – and she obviously thought the world of Ron. She wasn't beautiful, but there was something about her appearance – and aura – which made her quite striking. Hermione knew, without a doubt, that Ron had made a good choice.
"What school did you go to?" Hermione asked, as she realised that she had never seen Colette before.
"Hogwarts," Colette replied, brushing a strand of blood-red hair from out of her eyes. "I was in Hufflepuff."
Hermione's brow furrowed as she tried to remember the young woman before her. However, it was useless; the only two Hufflepuff girls that she was aware of were Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Come to think of it, there had only been two Hufflepuff girls in her year at Hogwarts, with neither of them being Colette.
"Were you in a younger year?" Hermione asked, "Sorry, but I just can't seem to recall your face at all."
Colette laughed, her brown and green eyes glowing with mirth. "No, I was two years above you. I was in the same year as Fred and George, Ron's brothers. In fact, they were the ones who introduced us to each other."
Hermione couldn't help but feel slightly shocked by this revelation. After all, Ron had never been one to go for older women before. Maybe her friend was finally deciding to grow up. Maybe Ron was finally starting to get over Luna. Silence reigned over the group yet again.
"How long do you think you're going to be in here, Hermione?" Ginny asked, as she sat down beside her friend.
"They wish to keep me in overnight," Hermione replied to her friend, as she recalled the conversation between herself and Healer Ashton before Draco had been let in. "You know, just for observation. Though they're sure that the child is going to be fine, they are not willing to take any risks. At the moment I'm to be discharged tomorrow morning, after breakfast."
"I'm so glad that you're alright, though, Hermione," Narcissa Malfoy stated, as she wiped at her eyes and came to the other side of the Gryffindor. "When I heard about your… disappearance, I had never been more frantic." She sent a watery smile at her son's fiancé, but could continue no more.
"We were all worried about you and the baby," Ginny started from where Narcissa had left off, "And then when Draco contacted us about what had happened, and where you were, we all dreaded the worst." Ginny gave her friend an apologetic look. "I know we should have thought positive about the outcome, but we honestly we were going to loose you. Both of you."
Hermione, tears falling from her eyes, struggled from her position in the bed, grabbed Ginny into a tight hug. The two friends clung to each other, trying to soothe the other down. Finally, they broke apart.
"Right then," Ginny said, as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I think I should be off. Mum's been looking after James for Harry and I most of this week, and so we haven't really seen him. I would stay here longer, Hermione, but –"
"Go to your son, Ginevra," Hermione ordered, her voice firm and breaching no argument. "He needs you more than I do at the moment."
"Just Floo me if you need anything, Hermione," Ginny said, as she stood up. "I'd drop everything in a second just for you." She pressed a small, friend kiss to her friends cheek, before doing the same with Draco.
"Even James?" He joked, as she pulled back. "I wouldn't think that the Ministry would be too happy about that, now, would they?" In return to his comment, Ginny hit Draco on the shoulder – not lightly either – but smiled up at him none the less.
"You know what I mean, Malfoy," she said, her voice stern but still holding a teasing light to it. She turned to Colette. "Are you coming too, or do you wish to stay here a little bit longer?"
"I'll come with you," Colette answered. "It's about time I got back to work anyway, too. Merlin knows what's been happening since I've been gone; knowing me, the Twins have probably blown up the shop by now."
"You work at Weasley's Wizards Wheezes?" Hermione asked, as she started to put two and two together.
"Yep," Colette replied, as she placed her coat back on. "Hence how Ron and I met." She took Hermione's hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" She asked, to which Hermione nodded. With that said, both red-heads left the hospital room. Now only Hermione, Draco and Narcissa remained.
"It's great to see you again, Narcissa," Hermione finally said, as both Malfoys sat either side of her. "How have you been?"
"Well, save from killing myself with worry over you, my dear, I've been perfectly fine." The smile she gave the Gryffindor as she said this, let Hermione know that she was telling the truth. "In fact, to be honest, I've never felt happier – and slightly worried. After all, I'm not even fifty and I'm going to be a grandmother." She grimaced slightly, but both Draco and Hermione could see the proud twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, well," Draco said, smirking slightly. "That's what you get for having me at a young age."
"Draco!" Hermione scolded, whilst Narcissa chuckled.
"My dear son, I was older than Hermione when I had you," his mother said, which wiped the smirk off of her son's face immediately. "So, if anyone should be worried about having grandchildren in their early forties, Draco, it's you."
On that note, Narcissa and Hermione burst out into howls of laughter at the horror-struck look on Draco's face. The younger witch found it good to laugh, considering the circumstances, and seemed unable to stop. With a final contented sigh, Hermione was finally able to let her laughter cease.
Silence seemed to be a controlling factor that day, as it reigned around the room once again. However, Hermione didn't seem to mind it – and neither did Narcissa or Draco. All three were content, and happy to be around those they loved.
