A/N: A month without uploading and she comes back with this that no-one even wanted . . . Okay, sorry, in advance. It's not my best, and I'm so unsatisfied with this, but I just really need to get it out, so I can get in the groove of writing again.

Warning: Implied miscarriage, implied PAS (Physician Assisted Suicide)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Divination - Task 1 - Write about a rebirth, metaphorical or literal.

Word Count: 658

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

Dangling off the edge (without you)

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Draco prompted, leaning forward on the edge of his seat, watching the monitor nervously for any indication that something was wrong. She sighed, the heart monitor continuing its low humming. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? The doctor?"

This is what her life had become now.

A monotonous routine that consisted of: waking up, basic hygiene, eating, reading, and sleeping. One would think that she enjoyed doing nothing but lounging and reading. They were wrong. It was boring. Especially when her husband fretted around her like she was some delicate, fragile thing incapable of doing anything at all. Sure, her heart was faulty, but that didn't mean she was completely useless.

"No, honey, I don't need anything," Hermione sighed, reaching out and caressing her husband's cheek. "Relax," she muttered, swiping at the dark circles underneath his eyes. "You really have to sleep more, Draco. I'm fine."

"As if I could sleep with you here," Draco retorted, leaning into her touch. "I'm scared," he responded softly, his eyes wide and fearful.

Me, too. I'm scared, too. That's what Hermione wanted to say, but she didn't want to give Draco another cause to worry about. He looked like a walking corpse. Pale skin, deep bags, tired voice, and weight loss. He hadn't told her, of course, that he lost weight but being with him so long had made her adept to these certain things. And she could tell that her husband was definitely skinnier. He looked like her, and yes she was being hypocritical, but she wanted him healthy.

"You have to take care of yourself," she reprimanded, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. She grinned, patting his head. "Be good, Draco. Now, look at the time! You have to get to work."

Draco wrinkled his nose and laughed. She liked seeing him laugh worry free. She liked his smile. She liked him. But he wasn't happy right now, and she could see that. They parted with a kiss, and he slipped off to work. If she was being honest, she felt like a burden to him. Draco should've been worrying about being a parent, about trivial things, but he was worried about her. About her heart. She took a deep breath. Her lungs ached and her heartbeat slowed. Her time was running out.

She could only be alive for so long. Despite what Draco constantly reassured her, she wasn't getting better. He couldn't hide the truth from her. The pain was unbearable, and she wanted to die. She wanted to be freed from this world, this lifetime. Growing up with an absent father and an alcoholic mother, life hadn't been easy. She learned to survive and mature. Meeting Draco had been absolutely wonderful. He was her beacon, and she was his. Life was never fair, though. She was diagnosed early. Hospital fees were expensive and it was only a matter of time before she was interned as a longterm patient. She had to quit her job, and Draco was the one paying. No matter what anyone said, it couldn't take away the guilt. She had lost his baby, and now she taking his life away from him.

Hermione's choice was obvious. She paged the doctor and signed the forms. Her time was dwindling down, and she wanted to leave by her own choice. She only hoped that in her other lifetime that things were better.

Taking the drug in her hand, she smiled. Draco would feel sad, but he would be free to live his own life. She wasn't scared or sad. In the next lifetime, she would meet him again under different circumstances. She hoped that the next life ended happy. Of course, Draco would find her, and she would find him. They were meant to be. She felt the cool liquid flow through her veins. This was not the end for him or for her.

This was only a see you later.