Wake up…please wake up.

It had been a week since the incident at the Malfoy Manor. Draco sat by Hermione's side while she was in a hospital bed at St. Mungo's. He had been sitting there for three days now; watching for any signs in Hermione.

As it turned out, the green light from Lucius' wand was a killing curse, but it only hit him with half of the force it should have. One of the healers at St. Mungo determined that Draco only survived because he had found his soul mate.

The ability to find a soul mate is a rare occasion founded before the people know each other: usually even before the two have been born. Most times, as life goes on, the two beloved people change their destinies or they refuse their fate entirely, ending most cases of what would be true infatuation. When you find your soul mate, your souls interlock into each other, thus creating the name soul mates.

When Draco was hit with the spell, Hermione had somehow created a force field around his soul. It had ricocheted, lost most of its power, and went into Hermione. The healers said that both have redefined the word, 'Miracle'. Hermione was left with a coma, and so was Draco but he had came out of it three days ago. She had blinked a couple of times, and spoke once, but nothing happened today.

The only hope now was that she wouldn't get any worse, and would only get better.

At that moment, Narcissa walked in the room. "Draco, please come with me. You need to eat." Narcissa pleaded.

"I'm not leaving, nor am I eating until she comes back. I don't want her to die because of me. I don't want her to die without me either."

"Draco, you are being stupid. Come on."

He gets up from the chair, and walks over to his mother. "I know what I'm doing. I can't live without her; I have done it for too long before now. Now is my time to be with her."

Narcissa sighs, and stares deep into his eyes. Another sigh from across the room was heard. Draco and Narcissa tensed up, before asking one another, "Was that you?"

"No." They replied at the same time.

Draco ran over to Hermione's side, picking up her hand and squeezing it. Soon, Narcissa joined him by his side. Hermione blinked.

"Call over one of the healers!" Draco told Narcissa happily.

As soon as she left, Hermione blinked quite a few times. She spoke, but Draco couldn't hear anything she said.

"What?" He asked in a uncharacteristically enthusiastic voice.

"Am I dead?" She says louder.

Draco looks around and answers, "Not that I know of, why?"

"Because I know that I am either dreaming or I am dead. There is no way you are alive." Hermione whispered.

"I can tell you, this is not a dream, and I don't think I'm dead, so neither are you." Draco told her.

"Thank you." She responded. They sat there, smiling at each other for a moment before the Healers rushed into the room. Shouts were immediately heard from the rushed Healers surrounding Hermione.

"Get her blood pressure!"

"Test her memory!"

"Come on! She is awake!"

A lady Healer walked up to Draco. "I'm sorry, but you need to leave. There's not enough room here for you."

"No."

"Sir, we need you to leave. There is no room for you."

"No, she needs me as much as I need her. I am staying."

"Fine," she said, "but you have to sit in the corner. It is vital that we are able to take her out of here as soon as possible."

"Yes, of course. Thank you."

Draco turned around and walked back to his chair, where he intently watched them work on Hermione. He fought the urge to sleep. After many hours, a Healer spoke.

"She is healthy now, and ready to leave."

It took a moment for the words to process into Draco's head, before he sleepily got up.

"We can take her home now?" He asked joyfully.

"Yes, sir, you may take her. We would rather she stay here for further analysis though. Her recovery is quite remarkable, you agree?"

"Oh yes, she was wonderful. I, erm, thank you for your services."

"Oh, you are welcome, sir!" The Lady Healer suddenly had a smile a mile wide on her face. "If you don't mind me asking this, are you going to marry that young dear in there? She certainly liked to talk about you."

The thought had only crossed his mind once before. Then, they separated in a way…it hadn't really been a big thing on his mind. Now, it seemed like a grand idea.

"Yes, I do plan to do just that, I think."

Another familiar voice spoke from across the room. "What do you plan on doing?" Draco turned around to see Hermione in perfect health. He ran over as fast as he could and picked her up. Draco swung her around in circles, while she giggled, a sound he missed for so long.

When they stopped spinning, Hermione fell against his wide chest, inhaling the familiar smell that she would grow to love.

"I love you, Draco." She whispered tenderly.

"I love you too, Hermione." He replied blissfully.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, before Draco took the lock of hair in front of her face away. He leaned in closer and closer, until their lips touched. His mind was spinning; the only thing on his mind was her love.

"I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me, Hermione?"

"Yes, a thousand times yes!" She replied with another kiss. "I love you!"

"I love you, too. Now, let's leave this place." Draco said dramatically.

Hand in hand, Draco and Hermione walked contentedly out of the hospital, with Narcissa lightly trailing behind them.

A/N: This story is my first completed story! Yay! Now, I want to make a sequel, because I know you guys have MANY questions. Like, I bet you are wondering what happened to Hagrid, where Voldemort is at, and (gasps) WHAT WILL HAPPEN AT THEIR WEDDING? I, as the fan-loving writer I am, will answer these in the next story. I just don't know when I will start it. Love you guys!