Forever Yours

Chapter Fifteen

"Comeon," Draco said, placing his hands on Hermione's shoulders and looking at her through the mirror, "we better get going. The hospital is staying opened later than usual for us to get there. Mr. Weasley, when I asked, gratefully set this place up to the floo network, so we will have no problem with ariving. However, we will not be able to floo into the hospital. So, will go to a wizarding pub and walked from there. Its only about four blocks." Draco told her. He walked out of the bathroom, holding the swinging door opened so Hermione could get out as well.

When Hermione was out, Draco went over toward the bed. He picked up a cloak that was nearly as long as he was. "This," he said, walking towards Hermione, "is for you. We don't want you getting sick, do we? Your have enough problems. Its cold out." He wrapped it around Hermione and helped her into it.

"Draco why can't we floo straight into the hospital?" Hermione asked him, as he finished buttoning the cloak. He got of his knees and looked straight into her eyes. He pulled the hood of the cloak over her shoulder to cover the back and top of her head. "Simply because the hospital is not just for wizards. Its for muggles too. And even though, the healers and workers at the hospital do their best to seperate the wizards and muggles, it doesn't always work. Sometimes they run out of room, and a muggle or two will stay in the wing that is meant for wizards." Draco told her, setting a small cup, full of floo powder, he took from the fire place, onto the dresser.

"Why doesn't the hospital extend itself using magic?" Hermione asked, not moving. She seemed to be glued in her spot. "The same reason, and more." Draco said, pausing for a second, and moving towards the bathroom again, this time, with a cup in his hand. "You see," he said through the door that divided the bedroom and the bathroom, " its not just that the muggles would think its weird that one day the hospital is small, and the next it grew twice its size." Draco stepped from the bathroom, and handed Hermione the cup he brought into the bathroom. "Here, drink this."

"What is it?" Hermione asked, looking at the purple liquid inside. "Its a precaution to make sure that you don't lose the baby by traveling by floo powder. Its easy to floo the baby out of you. That is to help insure that it doesn't. That and the reason I will be holding you the whole way. I mean, I'll pick you up and hold you against me. Thats another way to make sure something doesn't happen." Hermione looked unsure. "Do you mean that I might lose the baby just by going there?" She asked, tears gathering in her chocolate eyes. Draco walked over to her and took her small hands in his. "I'm saying, its always a possibility. But it would be far worst if we didn't." Hermione nodded and took a small sip.

He walked over to the window and continued his explanation. "The hospital only has so much money. Its an independent hospital, you see. To asks someone to come out and extend the hospital won't only take the constructers time, but it will take much money. And despite what some people think, the hospital is very poor. It spends much of its money on equipment for saving the babies and sometimes the mothers too. Very few people donate money to it. About seventeen years ago, the hospital nearly shut down." Draco looked towards Hermione.

Hermione took another sip from the drink Draco gave her. "Why didn't it?" Hermione asked. Draco sighed. "A woman had collasped down the stairs, much like yourself," Draco added, "she went to the hospital. She stayed their until labor, too.There were complications during the delivering of the baby, and although the baby was saved, the mother nearly wasn't. She lost much blood. She stayed in the hospital for six months after that before she was finally released. She donated one million galleons to the hospital because it turned out the she would never be able to have a child again. It was her way of thanking them for saving her only baby." Draco told her, tears gathering in his eyes.

Hermione swallowed hard. She was crying too. "Who was the woman?" Hermione asked.

"Narcissa Malfoy, my mother."

A/N:

Listen before you start trying to kill me. I want you to know that the reason it took so long to write this is because, like most writers know, these part of stories are hard to write. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! Well, you learned more about the hospital, and why the Malfoys never had any more children, at least, my reason why.

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