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Draco had never been so scared in his life than the moment his wife fell to the floor screaming in pain. Suddenly he froze, not knowing what he could do to help her. He couldn't use magic because he didn't know what was wrong with her, not to mention there were plenty of muggles around… Call 911, of course!
"Hermione, darling, Hermione can you talk to me?" Draco asked her. There was no sign of response as Narcissa flew down to her son's side. She was already on the phone with 911 Draco assumed.
"Yes, I didn't see the whole thing but she started to scream and it looks as if she's passed out now…Okay please hurry." She hung up the phone and put a stack of napkins under Hermione's head.
"Are they coming?" Draco asked, still trying to coax Hermione out of her sleep.
"Yes, they should be here any minute, they aren't too far. Do you have any idea what happened?" Narcissa demanded, worriedly trying to examine Hermione for anything out of the ordinary. Her blood red lips stood out against her chalky white skin, which was clammy and cold. She looked worse than Draco had ever seen her. But what could possibly be wrong? The sound of sirens brought Narcissa to her feet. She flew out of the tent to meet the ambulance and sure enough, only a minute or so later she came running back in, surprisingly well for a woman in such high heels, medics right behind her. Draco told the head medic what had happened while the others examined Hermione.
"Has she had spells like this before, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked. Draco was busy watching Hermione's examination, so he did not look at the man when he answered.
"Not like this. Recently she's had dizzy spells and hasn't been feeling too well, but nothing like this." Draco said quickly.
"And has she been taking any medications?" the man asked, scribbling on a clipboard.
"She takes a fertility medication. We've been trying to have a child for the past few months." Draco told the man.
"Any allergies that you know of?"
"Nothing she's come into contact recently… She's only allergic to a few rare plants." Draco said. He watched a few men lift Hermione onto a stretcher.
"We'll have more questions later. Right now she needs to get to a hospital." The man told him, walking over to the ambulance to open the back doors.
"Can I ride with you? I don't want to leave her." Draco asked, hoping they would let him sit in the back and hold her hand on the way to the hospital.
"Of course you can, just get in now, and we'll load the stretcher in." the man said, turning to help with the stretcher. Hermione looked so helpless on the stretcher. There was a breathing mask over her mouth and her hair was wild and sweaty, little curls sticking to her forehead. Her eyes were closed and Draco watched them, hoping more than anything else that she would open them and he could see those beautiful brown eyes once more.
"Don't worry honey, we're going to the hospital and we're going to find out what's been making you sick. You just hold on, don't go anywhere, okay? I love you." Draco whispered in Hermione's ear as they drove to the hospital. She didn't respond, but he liked to pretend that she heard him. And who knows, maybe she did. He took her hand tightly in his and squeezed it all the way to the hospital.
Once they arrived, Draco was forced to wait while they rushed Hermione in to figure out what could be wrong. It felt like hours though it was only minutes. Draco couldn't keep still, so he paced around the room, checked his phone, read magazines. Anything to keep him from thinking of the worst possibilities.
"Draco! Draco, how is she?" came a loud voice from the door that could only belong to a Weasley. Or more specifically a Weasley-Potter. Ginny came bounding into the waiting room, Harry struggling with holding Stella and opening the doors behind her.
"They don't know what it is yet. They took her in and it's only been ten minutes, it just feels like an eternity." Draco said, sitting down. Harry finally made it into the waiting room and stopped at Ginny's side.
"No news yet. Is there anyone we should call?" Ginny asked sympathetically, sitting down next to Draco.
"I don't think so… Her parents are away on some hiking trip an my mother is probably on her way as we speak." Draco said. And, speak of the devil, Narcissa Malfoy strolled into the waiting room, ball gown and all. Seeing her son still looking distressed, she rushed over with an expectant look. He shook his head.
It seemed like days of waiting before a doctor came out to inform Draco of what happened to Hermione, but finally, someone did.
"Mr. Malfoy? May I have a word?" a woman in scrubs asked, stepping into the waiting room. Draco jumped up immediately and went over to the doctor. She closed the door behind them.
"Is she going to be alright?" Draco asked. It was plain in his face that he was worried sick about his wife. He just didn't know what he would do if he lost her.
"Well, she is very unstable and unresponsive. It looks like some sort of coma. But it isn't like anything we've ever seen before. It seems as though her organs are suddenly being rejected by her body, but we haven't established why." The doctor said sternly.
"What do you mean, rejected? How is that possible?" Draco asked, trying to wrap his head around the news.
"Her organs are being attacked by a foreign substance that we've never seen before." The doctor explained.
"Do you know if she'll be alright though?" Draco asked, trying not to show his distress. It was all he could do to keep his composure in front of the doctor.
"It's too early to tell… anything could happen at this point. We saw in the report that you said she'd been taking some kind of fertility medication? Has she been taking that recently?" the doctor asked. Draco, feeling flustered, rubbed the back of his neck trying to think. He remembered every time Hermione had taken her medication in the past few days.
"Yes, I remember her taking it… she hadn't skipped a day. Why?" Draco said with complete confidence.
"Well we didn't find any traces of medicine that could be used for fertility. Are you sure what she was taking was what she thought she was taking?" the doctor asked him. Draco stared at her.
"Are you suggesting that the medicine she's been taking is what's making her sick?" Draco asked the woman. She just shrugged.
"There's only one way to know for sure. You'd have to bring in the medicine for us to examine. But I'd say it's our best bet." She told him. Draco sighed and looked at the floor.
"Can I go and see her?" he asked weakly. The doctor looked sympathetically back at him.
"Unfortunately we're not allowing visitors just yet. Why don't you try and find that medicine your wife has been taking, and maybe by then she'll be stable enough for visitors." The doctor said. With that, she placed her hand on Draco's shoulder, gave a half- hearted smile, and walked back from where she had come. Draco let out a long breath and returned to the waiting room.
"What happened? Is she okay?" Ginny asked the second he stepped into earshot.
"She's not doing so well. The doctor thinks it may be the medicine she was taking that Isaiah gave her… Something about it not actually being a fertility medication. But how could it not be?" Draco asked, bewildered. Ginny came over to him and rubbed his shoulder sympathetically.
"They don't know enough yet, Draco. It may not be that you never know." She told him. The rubbing was not helping Draco feel any better.
"Well in any case, they won't let me in to visit, so I'm off to get the remains of the medication for them to test. Maybe they'll find an explanation for this…" Draco trailed off, starting to shuffle toward the door.
"You want me to come with you, mate?" Harry asked, starting to walk after Draco.
"Nah, stay here. I kind of want to be alone, but call me if there's any change." Draco answered, turning back to his best friend.
"Of course." Harry said, going back to Ginny and Stella. The sight of Stella made Draco's heart ache even more, and he couldn't get out of the hospital fast enough. He couldn't help but think it was his fault that the one thing he cared about was in danger. Draco mindlessly drove home to get the medicine. When he unlocked the door to go in, he tripped on a pair of Hermione's clunky shoes which she called "sensible" when he complained of their lack of sexual appeal. The sight of them made him smile now, as he moved them to the shoe mat next to the door. Entering the kitchen was almost like entering a memory… one of earlier that very week when he and Hermione were baking bread pudding for dessert.
"Draco, make sure you toast the bread before you put it in the baking pan!" Hermione bossed him playfully, looking at him from her stance over a pot of pudding on the stove.
"I don't understand why they have to be toasted if they're just going to be soaked in pudding and baked afterwards!" Draco protested, though he was ripping the bread into small chunks and throwing them onto a foil lined pan for toasting.
"That is a good point…" Hermione stopped to look at the recipe, "I think it has something to do with the final texture of it…" she was scanning the recipe with the most intense focus that only Hermione Granger could have when cooking. Draco popped the tray into the oven and came over to his wife, still scrutinizing the small index card and stirring the pudding like a mad woman. He wrapped his arms around her waist and looked over at the thick substance in the pot.
"I think it's ready, love." He whispered in her ear, moving the pot from the flame and then turning the stove off. Hermione took that as a cue to turn around and kiss him deeply, which he responded to by running one hand through her long curly hair.
"Mmm I think this is the best part of baking with you." Hermione mused as they began to sway back and forth. Draco just smiled and took her hand into dancing position. Together, they slow danced to silence until the oven signaled that the bread was toasted.
Draco smiled to himself and retrieved the medicine from it's careful placement. He didn't want these moments to be only memories. He wanted to dance with his wife again… he wanted to see how the light from the ceiling lamp caught in her hair and her eyes, lighting them up like fireflies. He wanted to feel her soft skin and the gentle way in which she moved her body. He wanted to see her as a mother, putting marks on the closet door to mark their children's growth and making them mac and cheese and birthday cakes. He wasn't ready to lose her yet. He now knew more than ever just how precious Hermione was to him, and just how much he needed her in his life. With these thoughts swirling in his head, Draco fell to the floor, his head in his hands, sobbing. Never had he shown weakness like this before. But he had never felt so broken in all his life.
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