That night, Draco stayed with Hermione in the hospital. Gustof saw no point in it, and he returned to his familied manor outside of Berlin. He had never taken Hermione there, just because of what his parents might do to a Mudblood like herself.
It was about an hour drive back from the hospital. When Gustof finally arrived, he drove his Mercedes M-Class into the 5 car garage, and made his way to the side door which lead to the kitchen. He slowly entered the castle, and made his way through the dark halls. He knew them like the back of his hands. It was 9 at night, and no one was home. Not even any maids were about. Gustof climbed the first set of stairs to his own room. He entered, and it felt so strange to him. The room was just at hed left it. The last time he was there was 5 years ago, when he stayed with his parents until relocating from Teflontuff to Hogwarts. There was a lit candlabra in the corner, near the bed. The dark red velvet curtains that covered the massive windows were drawn. The candle cast an eerie yellow glow on the redness of the room, and the dark wood, elaborate paneling on the walls. Gustof closed the heavy oak door, and walked over to his piano.
'Klavier,' he said, smiling as he felt the edges above the keys. He placed his finger on the keys, caressing them.
'Die Tasten sind staubig,' Gustof said as he walked over to a dresser, and pulled out a strange piece of red velvet. He walked back to his piano and gently wiped the dust from the keys. He sat down on the dark wood bench, and began to play.
Gustof played as he closed his eyes, breathing the music, feeling it. With no effort Gustof made such a beautiful sound on his beloved piano. On and on he played, into the night. The sound echoed in the dark halls of the manor, and it continued for hours.
In the morning, Draco awoke in his chair next to Hermiones hospital bed. She was still sound asleep. Draco contemplated going to find Gustof, but he reconsidered.
'Your never leaving my sight again,' Draco whispered as he looked at Hermione with love in his eyes.
Later that day, Hermione was feeling well rested enough to leave the hospital. Draco and Hermione were together again. They walked out hand in hand. They soon realized that they had no where to stay, since they were not going back to that horrible apartment.
'Well, I have two plane tickets here in my pocket,' Draco grinned at Hermione. She giggled.
'Ohhh! Where to, Draco?' she asked excitedly, and she tried to snatch them from Draco. Draco removed them from his pocket and showed them to Hermione.
'AHH!! America!!' Hermione screamed, and hugged Draco very tightly.
'Not only America. But Florida! I went there when I was a small child. Somewhere called Disney World. A Muggle place, but nevertheless I had great fun,' Draco laughed, and hugged Hermione again.
'But wait. Draco, please, forgive me for what Im about to say. And after all, I thought you were dead!' Hermione prepared him. Draco nodded.
'I am married to Gustof.'
Draco nodded, and pulled her closer to him. She started to cry.
'He was the closest thing to you. I needed you so badly.'
'Well, lets just get this straightened out. Wheres City Hall?' Draco asked, smiling, kissing her on the forehead. She smiled and she knew he would understand.
Hermione and Draco drove to Gustofs manor. When they got there, it was almost dark. Hermione shivered as they walked together to the huge front entrance. Draco banged on the door.
'Gustof! Its me!' Draco yelled. No answer. He knocked again and again. Nothing. They needed Gustof to sign the divorce papers before they left for America. Draco had enough. He broke into the kitchen entrance. Draco and Hermione tried to find Gustof in the darkness. They could not find him downstairs, so they walked up to his room. It was a struggle for even Draco to move the heavy door. What they found inside, they would never forget.
Gustof sat at his piano, unmoving. His head was propped on the top on the piano, eyes open. He must have been like that all day. He was so pale, so pale. His feet were on the pedals, as if they had just been pumping them. Even his fingers were still pressed upon the keys, some pressing them down. Hermione cried out, and Draco immeadietly embraced her.
It was about an hour drive back from the hospital. When Gustof finally arrived, he drove his Mercedes M-Class into the 5 car garage, and made his way to the side door which lead to the kitchen. He slowly entered the castle, and made his way through the dark halls. He knew them like the back of his hands. It was 9 at night, and no one was home. Not even any maids were about. Gustof climbed the first set of stairs to his own room. He entered, and it felt so strange to him. The room was just at hed left it. The last time he was there was 5 years ago, when he stayed with his parents until relocating from Teflontuff to Hogwarts. There was a lit candlabra in the corner, near the bed. The dark red velvet curtains that covered the massive windows were drawn. The candle cast an eerie yellow glow on the redness of the room, and the dark wood, elaborate paneling on the walls. Gustof closed the heavy oak door, and walked over to his piano.
'Klavier,' he said, smiling as he felt the edges above the keys. He placed his finger on the keys, caressing them.
'Die Tasten sind staubig,' Gustof said as he walked over to a dresser, and pulled out a strange piece of red velvet. He walked back to his piano and gently wiped the dust from the keys. He sat down on the dark wood bench, and began to play.
Gustof played as he closed his eyes, breathing the music, feeling it. With no effort Gustof made such a beautiful sound on his beloved piano. On and on he played, into the night. The sound echoed in the dark halls of the manor, and it continued for hours.
In the morning, Draco awoke in his chair next to Hermiones hospital bed. She was still sound asleep. Draco contemplated going to find Gustof, but he reconsidered.
'Your never leaving my sight again,' Draco whispered as he looked at Hermione with love in his eyes.
Later that day, Hermione was feeling well rested enough to leave the hospital. Draco and Hermione were together again. They walked out hand in hand. They soon realized that they had no where to stay, since they were not going back to that horrible apartment.
'Well, I have two plane tickets here in my pocket,' Draco grinned at Hermione. She giggled.
'Ohhh! Where to, Draco?' she asked excitedly, and she tried to snatch them from Draco. Draco removed them from his pocket and showed them to Hermione.
'AHH!! America!!' Hermione screamed, and hugged Draco very tightly.
'Not only America. But Florida! I went there when I was a small child. Somewhere called Disney World. A Muggle place, but nevertheless I had great fun,' Draco laughed, and hugged Hermione again.
'But wait. Draco, please, forgive me for what Im about to say. And after all, I thought you were dead!' Hermione prepared him. Draco nodded.
'I am married to Gustof.'
Draco nodded, and pulled her closer to him. She started to cry.
'He was the closest thing to you. I needed you so badly.'
'Well, lets just get this straightened out. Wheres City Hall?' Draco asked, smiling, kissing her on the forehead. She smiled and she knew he would understand.
Hermione and Draco drove to Gustofs manor. When they got there, it was almost dark. Hermione shivered as they walked together to the huge front entrance. Draco banged on the door.
'Gustof! Its me!' Draco yelled. No answer. He knocked again and again. Nothing. They needed Gustof to sign the divorce papers before they left for America. Draco had enough. He broke into the kitchen entrance. Draco and Hermione tried to find Gustof in the darkness. They could not find him downstairs, so they walked up to his room. It was a struggle for even Draco to move the heavy door. What they found inside, they would never forget.
Gustof sat at his piano, unmoving. His head was propped on the top on the piano, eyes open. He must have been like that all day. He was so pale, so pale. His feet were on the pedals, as if they had just been pumping them. Even his fingers were still pressed upon the keys, some pressing them down. Hermione cried out, and Draco immeadietly embraced her.