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Chapter 13
Five hours had past since Hermione Grentesia was sent to the wizard hospital- St. Mungos, she did not even twitch a bit, her life is hang on a thread of thin string. The infirmary room was deadly quiet, Medinurses walking around silently to look after some patients. A tall blonde boy was crouching on the floor beside the young witch's bed, sobbing soundlessly and tearlessly for the past five hours. Draco Malfoy, he was, was not able to drowse a bit, agitate that if he wakes up, the witch's life would be snatched away by the devil, fear that her life strand would be cut off by Atropos . For every precious seconds that flew away, Draco's anxiety deteriorates. He just stared blankly at Hermione's pale, angelic face, not even dare to move. He just couldn't understand the reason of Hermione's suicide, it could only mean one thing, Draco misunderstood his fiancée…
Hours past, it was late afternoon, Draco still did not move from the position. He just crouched there, sobbing to no one but himself. His hair was a mess due to the reason that he did not even look at it this morning, he was still in the clothes he wore the previous night, he still smelled a little like the odor of alcohol. He just crouched there, with his wife's wrist in his hand, her pulse still visible, but not for long…
"Mister Malfoy?" A Mediwitch asked, "Do you care to have some supper?"
Draco did not answer. The Mediwitch asked again, but got no reply. She just walked away with a tray of food.
Two hours past, the bright red sunlight emitted from the window. The door to the infirmary opened, there stood a raven-haired boy with a faint lightning scar on his for head, his hair as messy as usual. Another boy with fiery red hair, a face full of freckles, slender and tall. They were Harry Potter and his best friend, Ronald Weasley. They were Hermione's closest friend, one calm, but one's temper as red as his hair.
The red head rushed forward, "Malfoy what-", but soon interrupted by Harry's finger. After the face of the darkest wizard of all ages, he had become very mature, indeed. He discovered the expression on Malfoy's face, then soon back away with Ron. Obviously, Professor Lavassaras had informed the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Dumbledore, their headmaster, had told Hermione's sincere friends.
The night had fall, the infirmary was in an utter darkness, the only source is the reflection of the moonlight, shining over the little lake of the hospital. Draco had not moved for the past twenty hours, he just remained crouching, with Hermione's wrist in his hand. The pulse was still visible, but clearly had weakened over the time.
The curtain of the infirmary was blown by a cool breeze of the autumn wind, everything seemed so quiet, so calm. Outside, on a quiet street, you can hear crickets screeching. On Privet Drive, number 4, the residents were snoring, unaware of the tragedy, a fat boy was snoring loudly, broke the utter quietness of the world.
Hours later, the dawn had arrived. The dark night sky had start to turn into shades of periwinkle. Only one hour left until Hermione's death, Draco's cry had started to fell tears. Hermione's face was paler than usual, in her sleep, as though she was an angel, lead Draco into deep thoughts…
Hermione… Hermione… Can you hear me? Are you sleeping? Wake up, girl… I need you…Don't fool around with me, wake up… I know you like to joke with me, but it's going a little too far… I need you… Looking at your beautiful angelic face, my heart cannot hold on anymore… Just wake up, it's not funny anymore… Wake up, sleepy head, at least, for me… You said you would do anything for your mischievous husband… Now I demand you to wake up… Get your arse over here… We had sorrow, we had laughter, and we are going to have a bright future… remember told you that I want to have a hundred Draco Juniors and Hermione Juniors?… Wake up…
Draco's tear fell as Hermione's pulse stopped………
Chapter 13
Five hours had past since Hermione Grentesia was sent to the wizard hospital- St. Mungos, she did not even twitch a bit, her life is hang on a thread of thin string. The infirmary room was deadly quiet, Medinurses walking around silently to look after some patients. A tall blonde boy was crouching on the floor beside the young witch's bed, sobbing soundlessly and tearlessly for the past five hours. Draco Malfoy, he was, was not able to drowse a bit, agitate that if he wakes up, the witch's life would be snatched away by the devil, fear that her life strand would be cut off by Atropos . For every precious seconds that flew away, Draco's anxiety deteriorates. He just stared blankly at Hermione's pale, angelic face, not even dare to move. He just couldn't understand the reason of Hermione's suicide, it could only mean one thing, Draco misunderstood his fiancée…
Hours past, it was late afternoon, Draco still did not move from the position. He just crouched there, sobbing to no one but himself. His hair was a mess due to the reason that he did not even look at it this morning, he was still in the clothes he wore the previous night, he still smelled a little like the odor of alcohol. He just crouched there, with his wife's wrist in his hand, her pulse still visible, but not for long…
"Mister Malfoy?" A Mediwitch asked, "Do you care to have some supper?"
Draco did not answer. The Mediwitch asked again, but got no reply. She just walked away with a tray of food.
Two hours past, the bright red sunlight emitted from the window. The door to the infirmary opened, there stood a raven-haired boy with a faint lightning scar on his for head, his hair as messy as usual. Another boy with fiery red hair, a face full of freckles, slender and tall. They were Harry Potter and his best friend, Ronald Weasley. They were Hermione's closest friend, one calm, but one's temper as red as his hair.
The red head rushed forward, "Malfoy what-", but soon interrupted by Harry's finger. After the face of the darkest wizard of all ages, he had become very mature, indeed. He discovered the expression on Malfoy's face, then soon back away with Ron. Obviously, Professor Lavassaras had informed the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Dumbledore, their headmaster, had told Hermione's sincere friends.
The night had fall, the infirmary was in an utter darkness, the only source is the reflection of the moonlight, shining over the little lake of the hospital. Draco had not moved for the past twenty hours, he just remained crouching, with Hermione's wrist in his hand. The pulse was still visible, but clearly had weakened over the time.
The curtain of the infirmary was blown by a cool breeze of the autumn wind, everything seemed so quiet, so calm. Outside, on a quiet street, you can hear crickets screeching. On Privet Drive, number 4, the residents were snoring, unaware of the tragedy, a fat boy was snoring loudly, broke the utter quietness of the world.
Hours later, the dawn had arrived. The dark night sky had start to turn into shades of periwinkle. Only one hour left until Hermione's death, Draco's cry had started to fell tears. Hermione's face was paler than usual, in her sleep, as though she was an angel, lead Draco into deep thoughts…
Hermione… Hermione… Can you hear me? Are you sleeping? Wake up, girl… I need you…Don't fool around with me, wake up… I know you like to joke with me, but it's going a little too far… I need you… Looking at your beautiful angelic face, my heart cannot hold on anymore… Just wake up, it's not funny anymore… Wake up, sleepy head, at least, for me… You said you would do anything for your mischievous husband… Now I demand you to wake up… Get your arse over here… We had sorrow, we had laughter, and we are going to have a bright future… remember told you that I want to have a hundred Draco Juniors and Hermione Juniors?… Wake up…
Draco's tear fell as Hermione's pulse stopped………