A/N ANSWERS!!!!! This chapter isn't very long (sorry) but it has answers!

"You have invasive lobular carcinoma which has been left untreated for nearly a year and has spread causing metastatic tumors to your brain."

Hermione stared shocked at her Healer as he loomed over her looking opposing and forbidding.

"Excuse me?" Hermione read a lot but medical dictionaries never found their way onto her reading list.

"You have breast cancer. It has spread and caused metastatic tumors to form on your brain," he said, looking at the young girl kindly.

"I – I don't understand. I'm nineteen years old, I can't have breast cancer," Hermione said, sure the Healer had gotten it wrong. "You must have gotten it wrong!"

"Mrs Malfoy, I can assure you that we were not mistaken. We consulted the top muggle specialist in this field. The breast cancer, invasive lobular carcinoma or ILC, is a variety that develops in the milk producing glands and doesn't always form lumps like in more common breast cancers such as IDC which forms in the milk ducts. Because there often aren't any symptoms or signs it can spread; commonly to the lymph nodes. Your's however has spread to the brain causing metastatic tumors. Your headaches, behavioural and mood changes, deteriorating vision, muscles weakness are all a result of this brain tumor. Luckily there is only one so it will be easier to remove."

The doctor looked at her pityingly.

"What – will I die?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"To be honest Mrs Malfoy, if you were to have gone to a muggle hospital the chance of recovery would have been very slim, but we are Wizards and you will be fine."

"I was in here for nearly two months, why wasn't this detected then?" Hermione said, anger taking control.

"Cancer is a muggle disease. Our diagnostic spells were designed to detect magical injuries and diseases. Put simply; we didn't think to look."

"Get out," Hermione said calmly shaking her head. "I –I –I can't look at you and not want to throw something at you so get out!" She put emphasis on the last two words though still very calm, anger shimmering just under the surface.

"I'll be back in an hour or so to discuss treatment with you. This isn't the end of the world Mrs Malfoy, in a few months you will be right back to your old self."

Hermione threw her half full glass of pumpkin juice at the closing door, watching in grim satisfaction as glass shattered against the door, orange liquid staining the bright white paint.

Draco sat on the other side of the door. He had been listening outside as the Healer gave Hermione her prognosis. He hadn't been in to see her yet but had sat outside her room while Potter, the Weasleys and her parent's filed in and out of the room. She had been taken for testing and wheeled out of the room but she hadn't seen him sitting on the floor by her door, following her with his eyes.

He was ashamed. Guilty, angry, depressed, worried and tired also sprang to mind. It had been nearly forty-eight hours since the trio had killed the Dark Lord and Hermione had been admitted and the whole time he had sat by her door, gaining his news by what he could hear. She hadn't asked for him yet but he had a feeling she knew he was sitting out there.

Her parents had smiled at him but the rest had just ignored him. They had all left just before the Healer came with the intention of collecting various items for Hermione; books, clothes, snacks.

"I'm sure she could do with some support," the Healer said, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"What if she doesn't want me in there?" Draco asked, staring at the door as a loud smash issued from inside the room.

"Then she'll tell you to leave,' the Healer said smiling reassuringly. Draco nodded and stood up, straightening his wrinkled and bloodstained clothes that he'd been wearing since the battle.

"Hey," Hermione said when Draco hesitantly opened the door and she saw who it was. "I was wondering how long you were going to camp out on the floor."

Draco smiled sheepishly and then looked grave.

"I guess this explains why you think you love me," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed. "And why you were acting so promiscuous."

"Blaise," Hermione whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "I didn't even want to be with him. When I was done, when I would come home to you… You must hate me."

Draco sighed, "I was thinking the exact same thing about me. I sold you down the river. And then I ran. When Voldemort told me to leave...I didn't want to die and I was so angry at you for sleeping with Blaise. I promised to protect you and at the first test I ran like a coward."

"Draco, these past few months have been…crazy. I apparently have had a tumor affecting my behaviour, mood and judgment. I think the best thing we can do is just wait. I mean, I know that right now, in this moment I still love you and I want you here with me but what about after I get better? What happens tomorrow?

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, processing Hermione's words. He nodded.

"Do you want me to stay?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose as she took in his clothes.

"Maybe a shower and some new clothes?" she suggested and Draco laughed softly.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, getting up.

"Just you. The others have everything else covered. I just need you. Come back to me?"

"Always, if you'll have me."

A/N I took a tiny bit of actual information and ran away with it so I don't know how realistic that medical diagnosis is. In general its all true, I mean I researched and everything, this was the plan from the beginning but if you are a doctor or a med student don't laugh at me and my failed attempts to have a complicated twisty storyline okay?

So this may or may not be the last chapter... I like the thought of leaving it all open ended. I will however give you another chapter if enough people review and ask for it. But I don't want reviews filled with 'write another chapter' you have to comment on this chapter too. Was it what you were thinking? Was it totally lame? Did anyone guess?