DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling: Alright… it is time to face the facts… say it Breanna.

Me: No! I can't.

Her: SAY IT!

Me, starting to cry: I don't own Harry Potter no matter how many clever little schemes pop into my head. Are you happy now?

Her: Yes, immensely.

A/N: More hugs to all of you! Thank you for all the reviews. This chapter was hard to write, as my brain left itself at a cliffhanger also. (Don't ask me how it happens, it just does.)

And before you all read this, I would like to say that my updates will probably be getting few and far between, due to the fact that school starts on Wednesday. It is really depressing, I know. But don't worry, I will update every time I get the chance! Here is Chapter 25!

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Chapter 24 recap… "I'll miss you, Draco." She rubbed her hand on his cheek like she had done so many times before, and pressed her lips lightly on his. Both were oblivious to what was going on around them, all that mattered was them, and the kiss they shared.

"Hermione please, please don't do this to me. You can't leave me. What am I supposed to do? Just try ok? Please."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her breathing becoming more and more shallow.

"NO! Hermione don't go. Please. I love you. I love you. Did you hear me? I love you and that means that you have to try! I can't live without you."

Tears, glistening in her chocolate eyes, she whispered, "I love you too. Don't forget me Draco…"

Chapter 25: A Miracle

All she could feel was pain. Every single move she made; every breath in and out. The pain surged through her, moving from her head to her abdomen to her arms and legs.

She went in and out of consciousness, not knowing that the next time she closed her eyes might be her last. She stared at the man above her, taking in his appearance. He had tears falling freely down his cheeks; his gray eyes shut tightly, lips moving silently, obviously praying for a miracle.

She had given up the hope of a miracle sometime ago, when she had realized that the Death Eater that had greeted her instead of Voldemort was there to take her children and leave her for dead. She had been lead into the usual room, expecting to see a table filled with delicious food, but had been greeted by a very scary looking man with no front teeth.

The man above her, the father of her children who she would never see grow up, never see at all actually, the man who she recently found out loved her, opened his eyes and looked down at her. Gray eyes locking with brown, they stared at each other. "I love you Hermione," he said.

"I love you too, Draco. Remember to tell the children that I love them more than they will ever know…"

"No. You are going to tell them yourself. I promised to take care of you and that is exactly what is going to happen. I didn't give you that ring for no reason."

Hermione smiled weakly. "There is nothing you can do that will stop this."

Draco looked shocked. "What? You aren't even going to try? After all you and I have been though you are just going to desert me?"

She looked at him, pain and devastation etched on his face. She nodded, overcome with another wave of pain. With a quick intake of breath, her body tensed, waiting for the pain to stop. "Sorry, Draco," she panted.

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In all his life, Draco Arsenio Malfoy had never felt this way. It was as if someone had come and mixed all his emotions together. He felt angry that Hermione would give up so easily, sad because he knew what she said was probably true, nervous for him and how he was going to handle raising three children all alone, and he felt relieved that his children were doing semi-alright, due to the fact that they were about a month premature.

All these emotions presented themselves one by one, causing him to shake uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then have tears running down his cheeks. How could she do this to him? She knew that he knew nothing about children, even if he did read all the books she bought on pregnancy and babies. Reading it was most defiantly not living it. Why did everything in his life have to be so difficult?

He watched, horror struck, as Hermione's body tensed and her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing extremely labored.

Draco had no idea what to do. She was the one that knew how to do all the healing charms and painkiller charms, not him. He looked around the room, trying to find someone who could help. Potter was still fighting Voldemort, the latter who was not doing so well anymore. Weasley was down in that room, watching the children, Order members was fighting successfully with the Death Eaters, and Blaise Zabini was taking care of the wounded.

"BLAISE! Get your ass over here now!" Draco yelled at him.

Blaise, spotting Draco huddled over Hermione, ran over to them as fast as he could. "What the hell happened here? Why isn't she pregnant anymore?"

"I'll explain later! Now make her stop hurting!" Blaise started to wave his wand over Hermione, making little swirling motions. Draco watched as he saw her body relax, her eyes staying closed.

"That should help. It will only last for an hour or so. She really needs to get to Madame Pomfrey. She can do a way better job than me." Blaise was inspecting her wounds.

UGH! Of course! Madame Pomfrey! How could Draco be so stupid?! He mentally punched himself in the head a few times and nodded. Picking up a very frail Hermione, Draco dashed down the stairs to where Weasley was.

Opening the door, he was greeted by the sound of three screaming bundles of joy. "Weasley! You need to help me! Zabini, you too! Each of you take a baby and apparate to the Head's common room. Blaise, you take two of them I have to get Hermione."

The boys nodded, and picked up the screaming babies and disappeared with a pop. Draco followed after them. With the familiar feeling of being stuffed through a tube that was 100 times smaller than him, Draco found himself in the bright and warm common room. Weasley and Zabini were already out the door and running to the Hospital Wing.

Draco followed suit, and was in the Hospital Wing moments later, a very distraught Madame Pomfrey rushing to him immediately. "What in Merlin's name is happening?"

"We found her like this! I don't know what they did to her! You need to fix it. She's lost a lot of blood." Draco was almost yelling. "I've got to go get Professor McGonagall!"

Bolting from the room, Draco ran up the familiar path to the Headmistresses' office. He banged on the door for a few moments, and then almost hit her on the head when she opened the door, and very irritably asked, "Mister Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?"

"Hermione- babies- Death Eaters - fighting - people dying - Dark Lord - Potter!" Draco couldn't manage a full sentence. There was just too much to say. "HOSPITAL WING!" he added.

McGonagall looked at Draco like he had just said he loved her. Then, snapping to her senses, the woman started going down the hallway at an alarmingly fast pace for someone who was old enough to be his grandmother.

Draco followed after her, explaining the whole thing as they went. She was shocked, to say the least, and remained deep in thought until they arrived at their destination.

They walked in, and Draco saw Blaise sitting by himself on a bed with a blank expression. Draco walked over and sat down by him. "Madame Pomfrey says that there is a small chance that she will not make it. We got her here just in time."

Draco nodded, keeping his emotions to himself. "And the kids?"

"They will be fine too. They were taken to St. Mungo's about five minutes ago so that they can be checked out."

Draco nodded again and remained silent, listening intently for any sound coming from the bed that was behind a screen where Madame Pomfrey was fixing Hermione.

"Where is Mister Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked, as she walked over to them.

Blaise answered, "He said something about going back and killing somebody for hurting Hermione. Potter is there as well."

Professor McGonagall looked alarmed. She immediately left the room.

Just as the door to the hospital was closing, Draco heard someone calling his name. He was at the bed of Hermione Granger faster than someone could apparate there.

She was deathly pale, her eyes with a slightly glazed look to them, and her hair covered in dried blood and dirt. "How are you feeling?" Draco asked.

"Like I got run over by the Hogwarts Express," she mumbled. She looked like it too, but Draco would never tell.

"Well, at least you are feeling good enough to joke," Draco laughed. She smiled weakly, running her hands through his hair.

"I thought I would never see you again, Draco."

"I was worried about that too. Luckily Blaise saved the day."

Hermione looked in the direction Blaise was, and said, "Thank you Blaise for saving my life."

Blaise blushed, a thing that Draco had never seen him do before, and said, "It was nothing."

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A/N: I can't believe you guys thought I was killing Hermione! Ha ha I understand… I kind of did make it look that way didn't I? But anyway, leave me a review and tell me what you think!