Chapter 9

As they appirated into St Mungo's, a small popping sound was heard followed by a siren as doctors came rushing toward them with a bed.

See, the rules had changed, you were only allowed to appirate into St Mungo's now if you were sick or hurt and as soon as you did a siren sounded to let the doctors and nurses know. As everyone rushed around Draco and Hermione, one doctor looked at Hermione's skinny, pale frame and then straight at Draco.

"What's happened?' the doctor asked as Draco watched the healers gently moving their wands over Hermione's frail body.

"She... she just told me she has cancer... please help her,' his worried tone of voice was deadly as the doctor nodded and walked off as the healers and nurses followed, pushign Hermione on the bed toward a room.

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"How could you... how could you cheat of Hermione with... with Pansy Parkinson...' Mrs Weasley spoke to Ron, extremely disappointed in her son, looking at him like she didn't even want to look at him.

"How can you be so... disgusting,' she was slowly raising her voice, trying to get through to her son that he was stupid for making such a decision.

"Mum, you dont know what your talking about...' Ron told her as he began to tap his foot in front of her.

"Oh... then why did your wife, tell me she saw you holding hands with Pansy and now she's told me to pass on the divorce proceedings, you... you... idiotic boy!'

"What... how... I dont know mother...' Ron said, the truth about his actions only just hitting him hard in the head. "I... oh god mum I dont want to lose her...' he said as his legs went weak at the knees and his breathing became constricted.

"Then you better do everything in your power to make it up to her Ronald, and hope and pray that she takes you back,'

*

He sat by her side as she slept peacefully, watching as the doctors and healers talked outside the room. He couldn't hear them, he didn't care, all he wanted to know was if they could help her get better, if they could do something to help her, make her better.

Soon, they all walked in and gathered around the room as the healers moved their wands over Hermione's body. The healers, in their white gowns and expinetially white hats and masks began humming in a different language in which Draco didn't recognize, every one of them closing their eyes as they hummed softly.

"Can you help her? Can you rid her of the cancer?' Draco asked as the doctor looked at him, no expression on his face what so ever.

"Yes Mr Malfoy we can help her, we can rid the cancer from her body within the hour but... seeing as Mrs Granger-Weasley's cancer is terminal, she will be very sick over the next week, she wont be able to eat much, she'll be throwing up every chance and if she gets a cold, she wont be strong enough to fight it... so,' the Doctor told him as Draco looked on, shocked and scared that Hermione was just going to give up so easily.

"You must buy a mask, hand gel to kill germs, and buy fluids from here because she wont be able to eat anything solid for the next few days and you MUST... make sure she is well rested until she is strong enough to get out of bed,'

Draco nodded, listening very carefully to every word the doctor was telling him, unable to keep the worry from etching across his features.

"Now it states that her husband, Mr Ron Weasley is not to be contacted at all, and that she is not to go back to her house after ward, is there anywhere she can stay?' the doctor asked as Draco instantly nodded.

"She can stay with me, I'll look after her,' Draco insisted as the doctor nodded in agreement before looking over at the healers once more and leaving them and Draco to it.


She slowly awoke a couple of hours later, looking around the white room and the single light hanging from the high ceiling. Craning her head to her side, she saw him, asleep with his head on the edge of her hospital bed. He had entwined his fingers through hers and his sleeked back hair was ruffled from moving around so much.

Hermione smiled weakly as she ly there, watching him gently. She felt weak, like she had been hit with the 'Avada Kedavra' curse, her insides churned like she was about to vomit, and she turned a ghostly pale white.

Her breathing became constricted as she struggled to breathe, squeezing Draco's hand as tightly as she could as he quickly gasped, waking up and looking at her.

"Granger,' he yelled as he let go of her hand and raced from the room, yelling out for help before running back in and to her side, taking one hand and stroking her hair back as she began to choke.

Gurgling as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, Draco yelled in frustration that he needed help as healers, 3 of them rushing into the room, wands at the ready as they began waving their wands over Hermione's body, humming words in latin, a spell, incantation maybe.

Moments later, Hermione was peaceful, eyes closed, chest slowly rising and falling in motion as Draco looked in, stunned.

"What... what just happened?' Draco asked as two of the healers exited the room, taking Hermione's chart with them as they scribbled and jotted down notes on her file as the last healer stayed in the room.

"Miss Granger had, what we call a reaction, anaphylactic shock is its propper term, so she was having an allergic reaction to her own body. It was bound to happen, due to her very quick cancer recovery. But she is fine now,' the healer spoke with a soft, loving tone in which Draco knew to be a female. He nodded with gratitude before letting the healer off on her way as he sat back down next to Hermone, once again watching her as she slept.

Night was peaceful, it was the time to sit back and remember your dreams, the life you live, the things you do. It makes you think about everything you dont want to think about, about people you hate, the people you love to hate.

It makes you think about the living, the dying, the rich, the poor. But most of all, it makes you put things into perspective.

Her eyes fluttered open as her sight cleared and she looked around the darkened room. A single lit lamp was glowing from the corner of the room, and Draco ly on the couch beside it, sleeping ever so peacefully, he was so cute when he slept.

Carefully, she pushed herself up in the bed as a seering pain ran from her head down to her knees as she gasped. Gritting her teeth she waited as slowly the pain subsided before pulling back the sheets and climbing out of bed.

Knees wobbling, heart racing, stomach etching with pain she wobbled as she took each small step, one after another over to Draco's sleeping form.

"Draco,' she whispered as she almost stumbled over her own footing, but catching herself in the nick of time.

Reaching him, she sat down on the edge of the couch and gently shook him, but he didn't even fonder. She chuckled to herself as she gently shook him again, still nothing.

Shrugging, she ly down beside him, resting her head on his arm as it sat sprawled out over the top of the couch. She yawned, slowly turning so she was facing him, placing her soft, slightly cold lips against his before closing her eyes and drifting back off to sleep.