Chapter 34

(Draco's POV)

"I got it!!" Madame Pomfrey shouted. "But it will be very risky."

"Do what ever you can to keep her alive, please?" I begged.

"Okay, come on girls," she hovered over Hermione. They started to mumble to each other in a language I didn't understand. Sweat dripping down my forehead as I hoped she would live. "We are going to have to hook her up to a muggle heart monitor machine. Come on Hermione you can fight this." A nurse rolled in a huge machine with a small screen on it. They began to stick things that looked like band-aids with wires coming out of them all over her.

"Will it help her?" I asked but got no response. I pushed my self through the crowd of nurses and went to Hermione's side.

Hermione's face was deadly pale as Madame Pomfrey pumped air unto her lungs through a tube down her throat.

The machine made a beep-beep sound showing that her heart was still going. I watched the line move up and down on the screen.

…&…

Two hours pasted…

The beeping started to slow down.

"What's happening?" I cowered over to Madame Pomfrey.

"Her heart is slowing down… she's dying. We've tried all that we can do for the past two hours, Draco. There is not much more that we can do."

"No!!! You can't just let her die like that!" I put my hands over my face. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening," tears ran down my cheeks, staining my robes.

"I should get Hermione's closest friends. They should be here when she passes." Madame Pomfrey told one of the fellow nurses to go get them. Within minutes Ron and Harry were running into the room.

"What did you do to her?!" Harry stuck his wand up at my face after looking at Hermione.

"I did nothing. She has it worse than I do." I backed up.

"I don't believe you!" Harry screamed.

"Believe it, Mr. Potter," Madame Pomfrey came into the room.

"What did you do to my sister?!" Ron screamed at me.

"She fainted," I replied.

"She did," Blaise added.

Ron went and knelt by his sister's side before returning to Hermione's. Blaise continued to play with Ginny's hair.

"Look what he did to her, Ron," Harry gave me a death stare that shot daggers at me.

"Uh," Ginny sat up sleepily and turned to Blaise. "What is the King of Dorks doing here, Hermione?"

"Ginny, Hermione's isn't conscious," Harry said and sat down next to her, "she is going to die…because of green skullionbiosis."

"No!" Ginny cried out. "She can't die!" She started to cry on Harry's shoulder as Harry wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her.

"Shhhh, Gin, shhhh," he said.

I walked over to Hermione's bedside.

"You did this," Ron turned to me, "You—you—you bastard! You evil, wretched, bitchy ass!" He grabbed my neck and squeezed tightly. Everything was fading as he squeezed the life out of me.

I gasped and tried to breathe but nothing was working. I collapsed to the floor.

Everything went hazy. All I could hear were voices as I awaited my death.

"Ron! Get off of him!"

"Ron! No!"

"Ron, please stop!"

"Ronald!"

"Dude, get off of him! Draco? Draco?"

I came back to life with Blaise slapping my face and the Weasel being in a head lock by Snape.

"I'm up. I'm up," I sat up. Ron looked like he was ready to charge full blast at me.

The beeping of the machine was slower than ever before. More color was draining from Hermione's face.

"Hermione?" I rushed to her side and pulled up a chair.

"She won't be able to hear you," Ginny came up next to me.

"Yeah, I know, but still," I replied.

"Yeah," she gave me a look of sympathy that I thought would never be brought up of one person between two enemies.

I put my head in my hands and looked at Hermione's precious face. I sighed then looked back and forth between the monitor and Hermione.

Beep…………Beep…………Beep…………Beep.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blaise put a hand on Ginny's shoulder as she cried. I turned to see how Potter would react.

"Get your hands off her!" Harry screamed.

"What? Is showing sympathy a crime?" Blaise replied.

"Get your hand off of her!"

"No!"

"You better!"

"Or what?"

Within seconds, Blaise was lying on the floor, bleeding and angry.

"Now, what are you going to do?" Harry mocked.

"Oh no you didn't."

"Oh yes, I did."

Blaise had gotten up and grabbed Harry's shoulders and kneed him hard in a certain area.

"Holy shit," Harry screamed but still that wouldn't hold him back. He ran and punched Blaise hard on the jaw.

"Arrrrrrr!" Blaise came running back and knocked Harry on the side of his head and underneath his jaw with his fist. "Now, what are you going to do?" he mocked back.

Before Harry could get back at Blaise, Ginny was in between them.

"Guys! Stop! You two are acting like mad men. Chill! This isn't a time for fighting. This is serious!" Ginny yelled. "I really expect more of you, Harry."

"Yeah, I really expected more of you, Harry," Blaise said in a baby voice.

Bam!

"You deserved that," Ginny had punched Blaise in the nose.

Harry stuck out his tongue.

Ginny gave him a stare that even I was afraid of.

"Are you okay?" Ginny walked up to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Draco?"

"Yes!"

"You don't have to scream, jeez, but can I ask a question?"

"You just did."

"Draco!" she hissed at me.

"What?!" I screamed back.

"What was going on with you and Hermione?"

"Yeah, what was going on?" Harry and Ron added.

I sighed not wanting to tell any of them. "Ginny come in here." I had gotten up and walked into the other room.

"What?" she gave me an odd look.

"Come in here and I'll answer your question."

"Oh, okay," she walked in. "What are you doing?"

"Putting a silencing charm on this place so no one can here us."

"Oh, well, can you tell me now?"

"Yes, I can. I love Hermione. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to hold her, kiss her, go places with her, even have child—"

"Whoa, don't even go there! I did not need to hear that! But now I understand why you're here with her. Which means… you both have this… this… this thing because of you. Great, just great."

"Look, I didn't want my relationship with Hermione to end this way. Who would?"

"I don't know, come on let's go back into the other room before Harry and Blaise kill each other."

"Okay."

Beep……………………………… Beep……………………………….Beep.

"She going," Blaise stated.

"We know, Blaise!" the rest of us screamed over our shoulders as we huddled around hermione's bed.

"What have I done?" I looked at her face.

Beep……………………………………………………………………………………….

The machine went silent. Hermione was dead.

"No!" Ginny cried on Harry's shoulder.

Ron walked over and tried to comfort his sister with the help of her boyfriend.

Blaise walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "You gonna be okay, Draco?"

"In time… yes, but not for awhile."

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go. I'll tell Dumbledore."

"Thanks Blaise," I said.

The next moment I knew of, I was crying. Blaming myself for everything that had ever happened and knowing that it was actually my fault. It had to be. Whose fault could it be otherwise? Snape? Voldemort? My father? Wait… my father. My father had told me of a beautiful place…the lake! He said it would be a good place to go to get answers. He told me to take the girl I love there! He said that after I told him I thought I loved Hermione. He is the one to blame! He is! I began to think out loud, "He is! He is! He is! He is to blame!"

"Who is to blame?" Harry asked.

"My father!" I screamed.

"Wait…why?"

"Because he said I should take the girl I love to the lake after I told him that I loved Hermione! He knew there was green scullion—whatever growing there because he planted it to punish me!"

"What?!" Ron, Harry, and Ginny screamed at once.

"I'm going to find my father but first," I ran over and kissed Hermione's pale, cold, dead lips. "Good bye, Hermione."

"We're going with you," Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and nodded at Ron.

"Come on," I sprinted out of the room and then stopped in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Let me just go grab the thing that he gave me when I really need to contact him. It will transport him here." I quickly mumbled the Slytherin password of "mudblood" and crawled through the portal, ran to the boy's dormitories, got the thing—I can't remember the name—ran back to the portal entry way, and crawled back through.

"This way," I led them to a deserted hallway. "Get me Lucius Malfoy," I talked into the small speaker and waited a few seconds.

Zap!

There I saw my father sleeping—standing up and making kissy noises.

Harry began laughing with Ron quietly, while Ginny giggled as unnoticeable as she could.

I decided it was time to wake my father up and attack.

Poke, poke.

…

Poke, poke.

…

This isn't working, I thought to myself, let's try this.

Jab, jab.

ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Jab, jab.

"Yeowwwwwwwwwww!" he screamed. I had poked him on both sides of his rib cage with my fingers.

"Gaaahh! What are you doing here?" he looked around, "where am I?"

"You're in the hallways of Hogwarts, daddy dearest."

"Draco, why have you brought me here so late?"

I walked silently, with my head swinging, up to his face, "because you killed her, dumb butt!" I screamed.

"Her who? And don't you use that voice with me, you juvenile delinquent!"

"Silly bitch… Hermione, DUH!"

"Oh you're going to pay now! Where's my wand?" he searched his pockets.

"Oh, do you mean this?" Ginny swiveled his wand between her fingers. "Oh, oh, oh no! What's happening to your wand… it is going to be dropped. Uh, uh—"

Snap!

"Whoopsies, it's brokie," she said in a baby voice.

"How did you get it?" my father hissed.

"Oh, I got it very easily, when you were rambling on in your sleep and making kissing noises… and when every one else was laughing at you."

"You asinine little girl, don't make me hurt you."

"You'll have to get through me then," Harry stepped in front of her.

"Through me, too," Ron stepped in front of Harry.

"Oh you, the Weasel King, here at Hogwarts, has stepped up to protect the Boy-Who-Lived… how sweet," he turned and gave me a menacing glare. "Now, I didn't expect you to turn against me, Draco."

"Love can do crazy things to ya, dad."

I heard Ginny whisper to Ron and Harry, "did he just say 'Love'?"

"So, you love this girl do you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you wouldn't want to kill me would you, Draco, so, that I can come to your wedding, right?"

"No, sorry dad, but I wouldn't even think of you sitting in Azkaban during the reception would be the proper punishment."

"Son, do you really think that's fair, I mean after all, I did help bring you into this world."

"First, ew. Second, I don't care. You haven't been a very good father."

"Well, how would your mother feel about killing me?"

"She has been trying to divorce you for years."

"Oh really?"

"Yes and I have stood by her side all the way. She has even found someone to replace you."

"And who would that be?"

"Professor Snape."

"And where might he be now?"

"He said he had a date with mom."

"Give me that," he ripped the transportation mirror out of my hands and whispered "Severus Snape" into the speaker.

Five seconds later…

Zap!

Standing in front of me was Professor Snape snogging my mother. "Oh boy," was all I could say after seeing the look on my father's face.

"Severus!" he yelled.

"Gah! Uh, I have an explanation for this. Narcissa, here, drank a poisonous liquid… and to save her, I was a sucking it out… with my mouth."

"Try again," he replied.

"Uh, she had a big bug on her lips, so I killed it with my own."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said back before grabbing Professor Snape by the throat, gagging him, "looks like you won't be able to save her any more… once you're dead."

"Don't hurt him, Lucius!" my mum struck him in the back of the head.

"Do you dare hit me?"

"Yes, I do!" it was odd seeing my mother strike back. It was reassuring.

"Uhh!" he slapped her across the cheek.

My parents had started to attack each other in a girly cat fight sort of way, the way where you and another person kind of hit each others hands with your own. This was not reassuring.

"Okay, I'm getting bored of this," I finally was the person to break the silence, well except for the hitting of hands. "Say bye-bye dad—wait, I would love to do this with your wand so that I don't get my own covered with blood." I magically repaired his wand with a simple charm. "Any last words before you die?"

"Yes and a question. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Yes, why do you want to kill me?"

"I thought I explained this before, dad. You kill the love of my life!"

"Oh, yes, now I remember. Nermany was here name, right?"

"Hermione! H-E-R-M-I-O-N-E!"

"Yes, that's the one, though I truly thought it was Nermany."

Then, it hit me. My father had played stupid to make me think before killing him, giving him enough time to get up and rip away his wand. But, there was Ginny. She got him into a head lock for he had offended the red-headed girl. This gave me a chance to come in for the kill. I took back his wand, screamed "Avada Kadavra," and pierced my father's wand through his heart.

"Draco, the deed is done," my mother paused, "he deserved it."

"Really?" she nodded and I looked down at my dead father.

"Yes, I should have done it long ago, so that he could have caused no more harm, but I didn't have the courage. Thank you Draco."

"Welcome Mom," I gave her a hug and a kiss before letting her get on with her date.

"See you at home, dear," she waved good bye to the rest of the group.

"Bye Mrs. Malfoy," Ginny said kindly.

"Bye dear, oh, and I hope you all would join us for a little get together I'm throwing the second Sunday during Christmas break."

"We will, Mrs. Malfoy, we will," Ron replied.

"See you then, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said with a smile.

Bu-bump!

"What's that?" Ginny asked.

"Good question," Harry answered.

"Must be the wind or something, come on Severus. Bye Draco," mum vanished in a flash.

"Come on, let's go tell Dumbledore," Ron pointed towards the Great Hall.

I looked done at my father's dead corpse. All of a sudden, his corpse went 'poof!' and a note was laying there. It read in blood:

I know what you have done, Draco. You turned against me.

I will get my revenge. Voldemort

I folded the letter in half and joined the rest in the walk to the Great Hall.

…&…

"Students, it has come to my presence that one of our students has died. Her name is Hermione Granger. She died just several minutes ago," Dumbledore spoke as if he was about to cry but also very calmly.

The Great Hall filled with gasping and Ginny, Ron, Harry and I walked down the center aisle to the front. "Professor, to also let you know, my father is also… dead."

"Well, Draco, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No need to apologize, sir, I killed him myself."

"Oh, I see, well Draco, you must be very tired and hungry. Go and enjoy dinner."

I slowly walked to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise.

"Draco, are you going to be O.K?" Blaise asked. I sensed sympathy in his voice.

"I really don't know. I don't ever think I'll get over losing her."

"Well, think of it this way, when you die, you'll finally meet again or maybe she's a ghost and is walking throughout the castle… somewhere."

"She's most likely already moved on; on to better things in her after life."

"You don't know Draco, she may have loved you the way you loved her."

"She doesn't love me; she had like a childish crush on me."

"No, that's true, Draco," Pansy interrupted, "Hermione sent me a letter about a month ago. She really does love you. She wouldn't stop talking about you and said that if anything were to happen to her, I should tell you that she loved you if she hadn't already."

"Really? She said that? Wow."

"Yeah wow. She loved you Draco and hoped that you loved her back."

"Well you're wrong about that."

"What?! I thought you loved her!"

"I think I've lost my appetite."

I ran out quickly to find Pansy and Blaise sprinting after me. "Draco! Draco!" they called as I locked myself in a closet.

Beep…………………………………………………………………………………...

"Go away, I want to be alone."

"But—"

"Eh."

Beep……………………………………………………………………………………….

"But—"

"Eh. Now go."

"Fine," they said together.

I unlock the door and sat my self down in the couch, watching the fire die. "I would die with out her and spend an eternity in hell with out her love," I said quietly to my self.

Beep……………………………………………………………………………………….

"Am I going insane?" I said as I let my head fall back on the head rest.

"I don't know, maybe you are."

"Who's there?"

"Draco, dear, what's the matter?"

"Show yourself, or I'll… or I'll…"

"Or you'll what? Draco, you know you can't hurt me in this state. Not after what just happened. It would be too much more to lose."

"Who are you?"

"You'll see, Draco, as soon as you wake me."

Beep……………………………………………………………………………………….

"Who are you? What is that beeping?"

"La la la."

"Ughhhhhh!"

"Come wake me, Draco dear."

I sped to see Hermione one last time. Maybe this would put a stop to this annoying voice, I thought.

Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…bee…beep…beep...

"Hermione!"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Hermione!"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Hermione!"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!"

I came to this lifeless body slowly regaining color and a heart machine beeping crazily. "Hermione?"

"Draco, wake me," the voice came from above.

"Hermione, wake up?"

Her face was turning from gray to pale peach.

My eyes grew wide.

"Hermione, wake up."

More color.

"Hermione, wake up!"

More color.

"HERMIONE, WAKE UP!"

Even MORE color.

"Hermione, please, wake up, my love," I nudged her gently and spoke in a love-dovey gentle voice. I was desperate. "Hermione, wake up." A tear slide down my face and off my nose and on to her lips as I leaned down to kiss her, closing my eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhh! EW! Get away from me. I don't want to kiss you!"

"Hermione, you're alive!"

"Yes, thanks for noticing, now get off me!" she pushed me clear to the other side of the room.

"Hermione, we have to tell everyone," I said leaping for joy.

"Whatever!" she made her way to the Great Hall.

Change of POV

Hermione's POV

"Hermione!"

"What Draco?!"

"Hermione, wait up!"

"No! Would you stop following me?!"

"No, Hermione, I won't. I love you too much to let you out of my sight ever again."

"Do you know how disgusting that is?"

"How is love disgusting? It's beautiful, as you are."

"Ew," he stopped me and spun me around.

"I love you, Hermione, don't you love me back?"

He was looking deep into my eyes and I knew I couldn't hide it from him.

"Yes, I love you. I always have."

Our lips met.

"Now, I know you love me," Draco said. "But now you need to wake up, Mommy."

"Huh?"

"You need to wake up, Mommy," Hogwarts began to crumble around us.

"No, we need to warn everyone and get out of here!"

"No, you need to wake up. Wake up!"

Everything was shaking and falling apart. I shut my eyes in horror.

"Gah!"

"Mommy, you finally woke up."

I was sitting on my bed, my chest rising and falling quickly, with my four-year-old daughter, Skye, up in my face.

"Mommy, are you okay?"

"Yes, baby, Mommy just had a dream about when she was still at Hogwarts with Daddy."

Skye's pet miniature dragon came out of no where and licked my face.

"Hi Jubi," I patted her head before she flew to the floor next to Skye.

"Come on, Mommy; let's go see Daddy and Narci."

I followed my daughter to be greeted by Draco, Narcissa, Snape, and my parents.

"You okay, Love, you were asleep for a long time?" Draco wrapped me up in his arms.

"Y—"

My three-year-old son ran up and hugged me, "Mummy, your awake!"

"Yes, Sasha, I am."

"Hermione, you look flushed, what's the matter?" my mother looked at me.

"It's nothing, I guess I was just having a dream about when Draco and I were still at Hogwarts," I said looking down from the family of seven that loves me to the triplets with in me. "Ow," I said as one kicked my side once again as they had during the night.

"Again?" said Draco, as leaned into kiss me. "That's the fourth time this week."

The End

Author's Note: Well, this is the end to my story. I hope to start another soon. Please review and if I get enough yeses from reviews, I will write a sequel about the later life of Draco and Hermione. But please do review; I would love to hear what everyone has to say. And I will be starting a new story as soon as I'm done with my homework. And for all of you that were too stupid to figure this out, the whole story had actually happened, but Hermione was just seeing it happen again in her dream.

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