Come Home

As the wind blew through her hair, Hermione shivered at the slight breeze. She was waiting for her husband of three years. Every evening she sat out there on the front step waiting for him to apparate within the perimeters. She never missed a day and she never planned too. She eagerly awaited and wondered if he would like dinner tonight. Hermione wasn't the best cook but tonight she would try for him.

On cue, Hermione heard the apparition noise and jumped up smiling. Finally he was here. Even hours away from him were hard. Hermione never thought she would feel so empty without her husband however that's the case when you meet your soulmate. You can't bear to be away from them and you miss them terribly when they're gone. Working from home didn't help at all either since they reminded her of him starting from their wedding pictures to his lingering smell. That man always smelled good.

It was hard to admit it at first, though Hogwarts beloved princess was hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy. As she walked towards the noise, Hermione heard another round of apparition and stopped immediately. Narrowing her eyes and flicking out her wand she was cautious as two people strolled up into her lawn.

"Harry! Blaise!" She exclaimed. "What a pleasure! But do excuse me for a second, Draco is coming home!" She said, stretching her neck trying to see over them. Their faces were solemn and she placed her wand back in her pocket.

"Hermione…"

"No… don't tell me…." But she knew. Their faces gave it away. Something was wrong. Something bad happened and she couldn't bear the thought of losing Draco however she needed to know. "What… what happened?"

"He's hurt. Badly. He's at St. Mungos." Blaise spoke, his eyes downcast. Draco was his best mate and he knew Hermione would break into pieces if something was to ever happen to Draco. Before they can react, Hermione disapparated away.

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"Draco Malfoy! I'm his wife! Please!" Nodding, the mediwitch pointed her to the right door. "Thank you!" Hermione called as she ran off to the room. Taking a deep breath, she swung the door open and slowed her step. Seeing Draco lying there helpless broke her heart and she gently reached for his hand. He opened one eye and squeezed her hand. Holding back tears, she smoothed his hair out with her other hand.

"How do you feel?"

"Shitty."

"Maybe I can get the…"

"Granger?"

"Yes…?"

"Just stay here." Nodding, she waved her wand so the chair would come closer to the hospital bed.

Later that night she wound up in the small and tight bed with her husband. In the past five years she never slept without him in the same bed and she didn't intend it to change. Even when they dated for two years she would always spend the night with him. They were squished and stuffy but it was nothing compared to the joy she had knowing Draco was going to be better.

"I want you to come home." She whispered, kissing him on the cheek. He was half asleep and Malfoy pulled her in closer, his face in the crook of her neck.

"I am home." He said. "Home is wherever you are."