A/N: First I want to say to Hallie, that I am so sorry for your loss, and
I hope my story portrays it correctly. I'm sorry it made you cry. I have
never experienced it so I hope I write about it well. Also, I must agree,
I should have more reviews so review more. I have gotten some really great
reviews and I really thank you guys for that. It really makes my day when
I get them. Enjoy my story!
Chapter 7
The morning sunrise began to stream into the cold hospital room. The walls were white, everything was white for that matter. It was spotless and unnatural to Draco. He had not slept at all that night. He had not dared to close his eyes. The second his Mya would wake up he had to be there for her. His hand was still laced with hers, and he never took his eyes off her peaceful face. He just didn't know how he would break the news to her. He had been so excited about the baby, and he knew that she was ten times more excited than he. Finally, she showed signs of waking and he suddenly sat up in his uncomfortable chair.
"Mmmm, Draco. . . "she said sleepily. He could tell that the lack of nutrition had taken quite a toll on her body. Her arms were thin as rails and she had bags under eyes. He thought she was lucky she wasn't dead, and he was lucky too.
"Mya, honey wake up" he told her as he stroked her hair. "It's time to wake up. How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Do you feel any better? I think I will order you some breakfast up here".
"Mmmm Draco, I love you. I knew you would come for me. . . I just knew it. It kept me alive. I fought for you" she told him still a little groggy but waking up more every second.
"Mya, we need to talk honey" he began slowly. He didn't want to tell her, and he wished that he didn't have to, but he knew it was important. He had to tell her as soon as possible or she would never forgive him. "Mya, you suffered quite a bit with Lucius didn't you?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, it was awful. I lost track of how long I was there, I hardly got to eat anything. I just hope the baby isn't hurt too bad, I know if I suffered so did she" she told him.
"She? Did you know it was a girl" he asked her with a confused look on his face.
"Oh well you know how mothers have that intuition. We just know" she told him with a smile.
'A girl' he thought to himself. 'A little girl for me to spoil. God I am going to kill Lucius and Pansy' he thought angrily. "Mya, about the baby. . . she didn't make it" he told her quickly. He just wanted to get it out. He didn't want to draw it out.
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She was so full of innocence, she didn't deserve what had happened to her. Tears began to well up as she silently pleaded with him to tell her that he was lying. But he didn't tell her that, he was serious. This was serious. 'Gone. . .gone. . .she didn't make it. . . I can't believe this. Maybe it's not true, but Draco wouldn't joke like that. But how could she. . ? I mean is she really?' she thought. "Draco, is she dead?" she asked him as though she thought she could have misheard him.
"I'm sorry Mya" he told her as she collapsed on him. He leaned over the bed so she could cry on his shoulder and didn't move. He soothed her with words and ran his hands through her hair knowing that it would take time to heal this wound that cut so deep. It was a knife in his heart, and couldn't help but feel it was his fault. His father, the death eater. If he had not gotten involved with her then she wouldn't have been in danger in the first place. But then he would have suffered as much. He loved her with all his heart. He couldn't imagine a life without her. Suddenly he had to imagine a life without their baby too. 'How could I love something that I never really had in the first place' he thought to himself. It was like a punch in the stomach to know he would never know his daughter.
The two stayed like that just holding each other until the nurse came in two hours later. She brought Hermione breakfast and made her eat it, even though she hadn't felt like eating. Then they talked. They talked about everything. She had gotten so excited about the baby and wanted to name her Rebecca Dracana. She loved the name Rebecca and she had once seen Dracana in a book and fell in love with that name too. She told him this and he cried more. He felt deep pain that she had to suffer so much. He was used to suffering, but why did she have to go through it too? He assured her that they would start a family. Nothing could replace Rebecca, but they could try again.
They held each other until the rest of the family also came in. They told them that they would have a memorial service Rebecca Dracana and they would never forget her. She would always be in their minds and in their hearts. Everyone agreed that it was a good idea, and apologized to Hermione for her loss. Some had silent tears running down their face when the saw her laying there looking so sad.
That night Harry, Ron and Draco went back to the Raging Beast to find Lucius and Pansy. Pansy was unconscious presumably from sleep and Lucius still lay on the floor with dried blood around his head. They woke up Pansy and freed her.
"About time you idiots!" she screamed at them. "He hasn't woke up, I think he might have been killed from impact with the wall from Potter. He hit pretty hard."
Draco ran to his father's side. He was dead. He didn't care, it was one last thing he had to take care of. If he had been alive he would have paid more dearly for what he had done to Hermione. They carried his body out and took it to the Ministry. He explained what had happened, and the Ministry dealt with it from there. Draco was revered as bringing down a known Death Eater. He was just glad it was all taken care of at last.
After a few weeks Hermione was allowed out of the hospital. They took her to the mansion where everyone practically lived so they could watch over her. Everyone went to and fro to wait on her hand and foot even when she was healed. Not that she minded, it was nice to have Draco being so attentive. Harry and Ron wouldn't leave her alone either. She was still feeling sad, and liked to lay in her bed. All the boys were trying to was wake her back up to life. She had to stop blaming herself and get on with her life. Finally Harry got to her.
"Hermione" he said as he knocked on her door. "It's time to get up honey. I need to talk to you".
"Oh Harry, can you just bring dinner up here? I don't feel like going downstairs tonight. I'm just not ready" she told him simply.
"That's the problem. Hermione, you have to keep living. You are letting this situation bring you so far down and it's getting ridiculous. I understand that you are so unhappy, and we are all sorry for your loss. I promise you that all of us have cried at least once. Mione, I love you. We all do. And we want to see you happy again. We want to see the Hermione that loved life and her books and Draco. You need to get over this. . .not forget, but go on" he told her. "I don't want to hurt you, but it needs to be said. Get out of bed. I will not bring food up here nor will anyone else." He started to pull clothes out of her drawers. "Take a shower, put on clean clothes, I promise you will feel better" he told her as he took her arm to help her out of bed.
"Harry, I know in my heart that you are right, it's just hard to get over this. How can I not blame myself?" she said as she broke down again.
"Hermione, you know that it's not your fault. Draco has done nothing but blame himself, and it's making him worse that you are always in bed. Come on, if you love me then you will get up and make me happy" he said with his cute little Harry Potter smile.
She rose from the bed. "Harry Potter, you must leave when I change" she said as she laughed. She was convinced she had to start feeling better. So he left and she got dressed. She looked in her mirror at her worn body, she was still not gaining any weight since she wouldn't eat. Bags were under her eyes and her hair was always a mess and today was no exception. Silently she undressed while never tearing her gaze from the mirror. She hated what she saw. She was skinny, more than ever. Every rib was visible, almost like she hadn't eaten at all for months, which wasn't far from the truth. She stood there and stared at herself when she heard a knock. It was Draco. She threw on a robe and answered the door.
"Are you going to come out today?" he asked her hopefully.
"You will be happy to know that I am. I just need to take a shower first" she said with a smile.
Draco slipped one side of the robe off her shoulder. "Well let me help you" he said with a smirk. And with that he slipped the other side off as well.
"Draco please" she pleaded "I'm not ready" she said. And it was part true. The other part was she was embarrassed about how she looked. But the robe slipped off and she was exposed. Hurriedly she bent down to pick it up but the damage was done.
"Hermione" he said before he caught himself. "Umm go shower, we will be ready downstairs whenever you are".
She was grateful that was all he said. She hadn't wanted him to see what she looked like. It made her hate herself. She knew that she had to change. She had to be healthy again, and she couldn't let this beat her.
"Draco!" she yelled out after him. "Draco come back here!" He ran back up the stairs and back into her room.
"What's wrong??" he asked her frantically. "Is everything ok??"
"Draco, I want to get married. . .for real". As she said this his eyes lit up. She was moving on. She was ready to move on at last. "Draco I'm sorry I let it get this bad, and I realize that I need to fix this, with your help. I love you Draco, and the first step is to do what we had intended. . . get married". He took her in his arms and kissed her with passion that had been building up for some time. He had never loved her more than right now, and she felt the same way. It was finally time to get married. . .again.
A/N: the rating should go up soon *wink*. I hope you enjoyed this and I hope that is makes sense. Please review!
Chapter 7
The morning sunrise began to stream into the cold hospital room. The walls were white, everything was white for that matter. It was spotless and unnatural to Draco. He had not slept at all that night. He had not dared to close his eyes. The second his Mya would wake up he had to be there for her. His hand was still laced with hers, and he never took his eyes off her peaceful face. He just didn't know how he would break the news to her. He had been so excited about the baby, and he knew that she was ten times more excited than he. Finally, she showed signs of waking and he suddenly sat up in his uncomfortable chair.
"Mmmm, Draco. . . "she said sleepily. He could tell that the lack of nutrition had taken quite a toll on her body. Her arms were thin as rails and she had bags under eyes. He thought she was lucky she wasn't dead, and he was lucky too.
"Mya, honey wake up" he told her as he stroked her hair. "It's time to wake up. How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Do you feel any better? I think I will order you some breakfast up here".
"Mmmm Draco, I love you. I knew you would come for me. . . I just knew it. It kept me alive. I fought for you" she told him still a little groggy but waking up more every second.
"Mya, we need to talk honey" he began slowly. He didn't want to tell her, and he wished that he didn't have to, but he knew it was important. He had to tell her as soon as possible or she would never forgive him. "Mya, you suffered quite a bit with Lucius didn't you?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, it was awful. I lost track of how long I was there, I hardly got to eat anything. I just hope the baby isn't hurt too bad, I know if I suffered so did she" she told him.
"She? Did you know it was a girl" he asked her with a confused look on his face.
"Oh well you know how mothers have that intuition. We just know" she told him with a smile.
'A girl' he thought to himself. 'A little girl for me to spoil. God I am going to kill Lucius and Pansy' he thought angrily. "Mya, about the baby. . . she didn't make it" he told her quickly. He just wanted to get it out. He didn't want to draw it out.
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She was so full of innocence, she didn't deserve what had happened to her. Tears began to well up as she silently pleaded with him to tell her that he was lying. But he didn't tell her that, he was serious. This was serious. 'Gone. . .gone. . .she didn't make it. . . I can't believe this. Maybe it's not true, but Draco wouldn't joke like that. But how could she. . ? I mean is she really?' she thought. "Draco, is she dead?" she asked him as though she thought she could have misheard him.
"I'm sorry Mya" he told her as she collapsed on him. He leaned over the bed so she could cry on his shoulder and didn't move. He soothed her with words and ran his hands through her hair knowing that it would take time to heal this wound that cut so deep. It was a knife in his heart, and couldn't help but feel it was his fault. His father, the death eater. If he had not gotten involved with her then she wouldn't have been in danger in the first place. But then he would have suffered as much. He loved her with all his heart. He couldn't imagine a life without her. Suddenly he had to imagine a life without their baby too. 'How could I love something that I never really had in the first place' he thought to himself. It was like a punch in the stomach to know he would never know his daughter.
The two stayed like that just holding each other until the nurse came in two hours later. She brought Hermione breakfast and made her eat it, even though she hadn't felt like eating. Then they talked. They talked about everything. She had gotten so excited about the baby and wanted to name her Rebecca Dracana. She loved the name Rebecca and she had once seen Dracana in a book and fell in love with that name too. She told him this and he cried more. He felt deep pain that she had to suffer so much. He was used to suffering, but why did she have to go through it too? He assured her that they would start a family. Nothing could replace Rebecca, but they could try again.
They held each other until the rest of the family also came in. They told them that they would have a memorial service Rebecca Dracana and they would never forget her. She would always be in their minds and in their hearts. Everyone agreed that it was a good idea, and apologized to Hermione for her loss. Some had silent tears running down their face when the saw her laying there looking so sad.
That night Harry, Ron and Draco went back to the Raging Beast to find Lucius and Pansy. Pansy was unconscious presumably from sleep and Lucius still lay on the floor with dried blood around his head. They woke up Pansy and freed her.
"About time you idiots!" she screamed at them. "He hasn't woke up, I think he might have been killed from impact with the wall from Potter. He hit pretty hard."
Draco ran to his father's side. He was dead. He didn't care, it was one last thing he had to take care of. If he had been alive he would have paid more dearly for what he had done to Hermione. They carried his body out and took it to the Ministry. He explained what had happened, and the Ministry dealt with it from there. Draco was revered as bringing down a known Death Eater. He was just glad it was all taken care of at last.
After a few weeks Hermione was allowed out of the hospital. They took her to the mansion where everyone practically lived so they could watch over her. Everyone went to and fro to wait on her hand and foot even when she was healed. Not that she minded, it was nice to have Draco being so attentive. Harry and Ron wouldn't leave her alone either. She was still feeling sad, and liked to lay in her bed. All the boys were trying to was wake her back up to life. She had to stop blaming herself and get on with her life. Finally Harry got to her.
"Hermione" he said as he knocked on her door. "It's time to get up honey. I need to talk to you".
"Oh Harry, can you just bring dinner up here? I don't feel like going downstairs tonight. I'm just not ready" she told him simply.
"That's the problem. Hermione, you have to keep living. You are letting this situation bring you so far down and it's getting ridiculous. I understand that you are so unhappy, and we are all sorry for your loss. I promise you that all of us have cried at least once. Mione, I love you. We all do. And we want to see you happy again. We want to see the Hermione that loved life and her books and Draco. You need to get over this. . .not forget, but go on" he told her. "I don't want to hurt you, but it needs to be said. Get out of bed. I will not bring food up here nor will anyone else." He started to pull clothes out of her drawers. "Take a shower, put on clean clothes, I promise you will feel better" he told her as he took her arm to help her out of bed.
"Harry, I know in my heart that you are right, it's just hard to get over this. How can I not blame myself?" she said as she broke down again.
"Hermione, you know that it's not your fault. Draco has done nothing but blame himself, and it's making him worse that you are always in bed. Come on, if you love me then you will get up and make me happy" he said with his cute little Harry Potter smile.
She rose from the bed. "Harry Potter, you must leave when I change" she said as she laughed. She was convinced she had to start feeling better. So he left and she got dressed. She looked in her mirror at her worn body, she was still not gaining any weight since she wouldn't eat. Bags were under her eyes and her hair was always a mess and today was no exception. Silently she undressed while never tearing her gaze from the mirror. She hated what she saw. She was skinny, more than ever. Every rib was visible, almost like she hadn't eaten at all for months, which wasn't far from the truth. She stood there and stared at herself when she heard a knock. It was Draco. She threw on a robe and answered the door.
"Are you going to come out today?" he asked her hopefully.
"You will be happy to know that I am. I just need to take a shower first" she said with a smile.
Draco slipped one side of the robe off her shoulder. "Well let me help you" he said with a smirk. And with that he slipped the other side off as well.
"Draco please" she pleaded "I'm not ready" she said. And it was part true. The other part was she was embarrassed about how she looked. But the robe slipped off and she was exposed. Hurriedly she bent down to pick it up but the damage was done.
"Hermione" he said before he caught himself. "Umm go shower, we will be ready downstairs whenever you are".
She was grateful that was all he said. She hadn't wanted him to see what she looked like. It made her hate herself. She knew that she had to change. She had to be healthy again, and she couldn't let this beat her.
"Draco!" she yelled out after him. "Draco come back here!" He ran back up the stairs and back into her room.
"What's wrong??" he asked her frantically. "Is everything ok??"
"Draco, I want to get married. . .for real". As she said this his eyes lit up. She was moving on. She was ready to move on at last. "Draco I'm sorry I let it get this bad, and I realize that I need to fix this, with your help. I love you Draco, and the first step is to do what we had intended. . . get married". He took her in his arms and kissed her with passion that had been building up for some time. He had never loved her more than right now, and she felt the same way. It was finally time to get married. . .again.
A/N: the rating should go up soon *wink*. I hope you enjoyed this and I hope that is makes sense. Please review!