A/N: So Chapter Twelve was sad at the end and Hermione is now pregnant… so onto number thirteen… I don't know what will happen just yet in it… only time will tell… Thanks all for the great reviews. You all rule!

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Chapter Thirteen: The Sudden Death

Ginny looked around the dimly lit lounge room. Sitting on the white lounge was an orange ball with its eyes piercing into Ginny who had one hand resting on her swelling stomach, she was five months along. Ginny stepped forward frowning. The lights were on and the smell of burning meat was evident in the air, but where was the person she was looking for? Ginny turned and entered the kitchen. She walked over to the muggle stove and pulled her wand out muttering something to make the sink fill and the kitchen cleaning bits start washing up the pots, plates and cups. She exited the kitchen again and walked towards the bedroom until she heard a soft sob.

"Hermione?" she called out worriedly.

Again came the sob with soft words, "Go away."

Ginny peered down at the ground below her and saw a figure lying on the ground, curled up in a ball. Ginny reached over beside her and flicked on the hallway light showing her a limp Hermione on the ground with tears rolling across her face and hitting the wooden floor.

"Hermione! What's wrong?" cried Ginny carefully sitting down beside her and running a hand through her best friends hair.

"He's gone and he knew. He didn't tell me and I foolishly fell in love with him and got pregnant," mumbled Hermione, "He gave me a bracelet and told me he loved me before he told me we had to break up. All these months he knew he had another woman and didn't tell me… I am an idiot…"

"Oh… Draco did this."

"Who else could bring me to tears like this?"

Ginny sighed, "Did he tell you why he didn't tell you?"

"Something about not wanting to loose me. But I said he has lost me so what was the point in the end?"

"Falling in love and seeing you can be happy."

"Happiness always ends with heartache. I'm never being happy again."

"Oh Hermione you can't say that! You have a baby growing inside of you! That child will make you happy and never leave you with heartache. That baby inside of you was made through love! When it is old enough you have to tell it that love made them."

"What is the point of falling in love Ginny?" sobbed Hermione sitting up, "It always hurts me! I loved my Dad… he was my best friend and he went and died hurting my Mum and me… I thought I loved Ron and he left me before that… and now Draco has left me more broken hearted then ever! Love hurts and I hate it, I hate him and am never going to love another person."

"What about your baby? Your mother? Your friends?"

"Why do you always talk things into a way that I have to make sense of them?"

"I'm your best friend Hermione. It's my job."

"Well Harry and Ron are my bestfriend's as well and they don't talk things into sense."

"They are male."

"Males suck."

"Not all Hermione. Draco had a reason and if he could get out of it, he would. You need to believe that."

"Well it doesn't matter," spat Hermione bitterly, "I'm leaving for Australia soon and only coming back to see your child when it is born and that's it. I'm never returning."

"You can't runaway forever."

"I can try."

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The next day rose to be a dreaded one for Draco. He hadn't slept all night due to worrying about Hermione and dreading meeting Destinee. His parents hadn't bothered at least, so that was a plus for him. He rose from the bed and dressed in only black. Black to suit his mood and broken heart. After brushing his hair and packing his trunk he ventured down to the dining hall where his parents sat eating a meal of chopped fruits and yoghurt.

Draco sat down just as his meal appeared in front of him. He began eating and ignored his parent's glances towards him, until his father spoke.

"Today is a big day. Don't you agree son?" asked Lucius.

"No."

"You meet Destinee."

"Wow."

"An attitude like that won't go down well with her parents."

"Like I care."

"You should."

"I'm sorry but pleasing you or her parents isn't on my agenda today. Perhaps if never check back it might be."

"Draco we understand you are in pain-" started his mother only to be cut off.

"I left her in tears! So neither of you can understand what I am feeling! Don't even try too… you know if you just got to know her both of you would see what a beautiful woman she is inside and out! But no, Father you kicked her out the front door and Mother you couldn't even see past your nose when you were around her."

"Listen to me Draco. Give Destinee a chance. You never know what might happen."

"I love Hermione and no one can replace her. Not even some French girl."

"We should get going. Narcissa have the trunks been sent?" asked Lucius ceasing the argument.

"Yes. Tally sent them."

"Let us Floo then."

Draco reluctantly pushed away his hardly touched plate of food and followed his parents into the large main reading room. At the back wall in the centre was a black stone fireplace with pure silver edging. His father turned to him and handed him a slip of paper. Draco opened it and read it was the address to the Forest Mansion.

La Forest Grand Chateau, Paris, France.

"That is the address you must say to get there," said Lucius, "I hope your French lessons pay off."

Draco didn't reply and waited for his mother to Floo. Once she was gone he followed with only one person on his mind, Hermione.

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Hermione signed her name at the bottom of the two-page letter and folded it up. She exited from her office and wandered through the empty building, which she owned. Seeing as it was Saturday no body was at work. Hermione opened the owlery door and found her favourite work owl. She was a dark stormy cloud grey with golden eyes with a white patch around her beak.

"Hello Storm," whispered Hermione, "I need this to be taken too M. A. Cooke at the Australian Ministry of Magic the Business Department. It's really important so only rest at the owl rest points that Wizards control."

Storm hooted and flew out the window with one flap. Hermione sighed and exited the owlery and sighed again. Without Draco her days had been long and hard. Being pregnant didn't make things any easier but Hermione could never abort the pregnancy. Ginny was right, the baby was made out of love and would be brought up loved by its mother.

"Hermione what are you doing here?"

Hermione jumped and turned around, "Merle… hi."

Merle walked over to her looking concerned about someone she saw as a sister, "What are you doing at the owlery?"

"Sending the letter off to Australia. I'm sending it early to ensure it arrives on time."

"And to keep your mind of someone else?"

Hermione nodded swallowing a lump in her throat. She wasn't going to shed any more tears over him. He was now in the past and she had to accept that fact and focus on her unborn baby and career. She had all the support she needed and money to support the child.

"How about we go have a drink at the café and make fun of the crazy clothes people wear?" suggested Merle with a smile.

"Sounds like fun," replied Hermione trying to smile, "But no coffee… coffee makes me sick."

"Pregnancy does that to you. I bet if you asked Ginny she would agree."

Hermione chuckled, "Probably."

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"Bonjour Gisela. Bonjour Boden. Comment allez-vous les deux?" asked Narcissa as her son arrived behind her.

Draco stepped out of the fireplace and took in the people before him. The man was shorter then he was and was balding on the top of his head. What hair he had was a light brown. He was also sporting a bit of a stomach but was dressed in elegant silk navy robes. His wife was standing so straight she made a pole look crooked. Her hair was blonde like his mothers and pulled in such a tight bun it made McGonagall's look loose. Like her mother she was thin and also dressed in elegant silk robes the colour of a setting sun. The room they stood in was large with marble floors and a high ceiling with cupids painted on the ceiling. Behind the Forest's was a crème stone staircase leading to the rest of the Chateau.

"Bonjour Narcissa. Nous are bon. Ahh… perhaps it iz better to speak in English?" suggested Boden smiling.

Narcissa laughed warmly as her husband arrived and nodded in agreement, "Yes. I must admit my French is a bit rusty. This room is splendide!"

"I 'fink your French iz better then you let on Narcissa," smiled Gisela before turning to a foul looking Draco, "And you must be Draco?"

Draco nodded not saying a word.

"Ah, well Destinee iz in 'er room with 'er sister Leala. I shall 'ave a house elf zend for 'er."

"Wonderful. I am Lucius Malfoy," cut in Lucius with a swift glare at his son who just rolled his eyes, "I must say Narcissa is right, this place is beyond beautiful."

"I am sure zee Malfoy Manoir is better then thiz place. I find zee salon ingrat… that means ugly in English," said Gisela, "'Ow about a bite to eat?"

"Ah yes. We can all get to know each other," smiled Narcissa as the Malfoy's followed the snooty Forest's up the staircase.

"This is hell looking pretty," muttered Draco to himself.

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The week passed for both Hermione and Draco much to slowly. Draco did meet Destinee who had a curvy body and a face that was pretty like her mothers but Draco just didn't see anything splendid about her. All he could think of was Hermione and how she wasn't superficial like Destinee and her family were. Both Narcissa and Lucius knew Draco hated Destinee's personality and personally couldn't blame him; even they hated the Forest family.

But as Draco followed Destinee to the garden for a private breakfast which was Narcissa's last plan to try and make Destinee drop her act and for Draco to take some real notice, she knew he was truly in love with Hermione Granger and he wasn't just saying he was in hopes of getting out of this marriage.

"Izn't zee Chateau lovely?" asked Destinee smiling sweetly at Draco.

"I honestly couldn't care less about La Forest Grand Chateau," snapped Draco glaring at Destinee, "And you know what? I don't care about you or your snob of a family!"

Destinee looked at Draco in real shock. She lowered her fork and wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin, "I am zorry you feel zat way. I 'eard Malfoy's prefer pretty girlz with money and pureblood," explained Destinee, "I thought acting zat way would make you like me."

Draco calmed himself, "Is that why you and your family have been acting like pureblooded snobs?"

"My famille are really like zat. Including my sceur and frere. I am nothing like zem. I am not joli like Leala or as zmart az Chase. I am zee ingrat and bete one. Zee one who iz being married off before she maourir."

Draco's eyes widened at the last part, "What do you mean be married before you die?"

Destinee sighed, "Az a baby zis nurse cursed me for puking on 'er. She made it zat I would die in between my eighteenth and nineteenth birthday. Zere iz no cure. Zay cannot find a counter curse. And so my parents want me married zo they can inherit my millions I will get when I marry you."

"Destinee… you now seem like a nice girl but cannot marry you. I do not love and am in love with another."

Destinee nodded, "From my observations I gathered zat much. Your mind always zeems to wander."

Draco sighed, "So for all I know you could die right now?"

Destinee nodded and sighed, "My parents don't care. Leala reminds me every day az does Chase."

"Yet you are studying medicine."

"I only studied it to find a cure or counter spell. Zere iz nothing to be found. Zis whole thing is pointless."

"But how do you know she really did put a curse on you?"

"You are a doctor. You should know zer spell zat showz zose who 'ave been curzed."

"Oh… so when they do the spell your glow isn't white, it's black?"

Destinee nodded, "Well zey shall be fine," she sighed directing her hand at the large Château, "Zey will not care zat I am dead."

"I'm sure they will Destinee. You seem really nice and level headed."

Destinee blushed at the comment and smiled. "Zo you zaid you loved another. Why can you not marry 'er?"

Draco sighed and swallowed a lump in his throat. He coughed a little and set out a deep breath, "She's not a Pureblood. That's why."

"I zee. Yet she iz your love?"

Draco nodded, "She's my soul mate. She completes me. I mean we used to fight so much when we went to Hogwarts but we have both grown up. We have a lot in common and know each other's moods down pat. I know when she's sad, I know when she just needs a hug or to be told she is special… and she is. And because of all this I have broken her heart and mine."

Destinee sighed, "Zen you shouldn't be 'ere. You should be with 'er."

"I can't leave. My parents would kill me. I'm here till September 21st anyway."

"Zo you are willing to give up love because your family doesn't approve? Zen you are a zilly person. Zis girl zound's amazing."

Draco sighed, "Sh- Destinee? Are you okay?"

Draco sprung out of his seat and rushed around to Destinee. She was holding onto her throat gasping for breath as though her oxygen supply was suddenly off. Draco pulled her hands away and looked her in the eye.

"Destinee… breathe… you need to breathe," he said calmly.

"I-I can't… burnz… air burnz," she choked out as her face began turning blue.

Draco pulled his wand out and murmured the common counter curse before going onto more difficult ones. Over and over he tried, in between trying to keep Destinee breathing. After ten painful minutes for Destinee, Draco pulled her out of her chair and walked her quickly inside. He yelled loudly for help whilst leading her up to her bedroom.

"I need some help! Destinee can't breath properly!" roared Draco pushing her into her bedroom. He lead her over to her bed and sat her on it, "I'm going to get you some water. Keep breathing Destinee."

Draco rushed out of her room and ran through the corridor. He pushed past some man looking slightly like Destinee and into the bathroom. Hurriedly he transfigured a toothbrush into a glass and filled it with water before running back up the corridor to Destinee's room.

Suddenly Draco dropped the glass, letting it smash onto the carpet. There, lying on the bed pale white with glassy open eyes was Destinee with blood trickling out of her mouth and trailing down her face onto the blanket. Like lightening, Draco ran to the bed and slid onto it beside Destinee on his knees. Taking deep calming breaths he placed his fingers on the correct place of her neck to check if there was a pulse.

"NO!" yelled Draco when he found none, "Rianimare!"

Nothing happened.

"Dammit Destinee! I've never lost a patient or anyone young before!" Draco murmured another spell to clean the blood from her mouth, but fell back in shock at what he saw – her sarcophagus was burnt to nothing.

"Oh my Merlin," whispered Draco standing up from the bed.

"Draco, what's the matter?"

Draco looked up from the floor to the door to see his mother looking at him worriedly, "S-she's dead!"

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"Ginny calm down. The wedding is still a few weeks off," said Hermione calmly to her panicking friend rubbing her back, "All that is needed is an alteration. You are pregnant so it is natural that will need to be done."

Bernadette bustled over nodding, "Yes, Yes. Just calm down my dear. All that is needed is some loosening around the bust. Nothing more."

"But what is I get so big the dress needs to be remade completely?" moaned Ginny looking at the dress.

"Ginny you are six months and the wedding is next month. You won't get much bigger between now and then."

Ginny sighed, "I hope so."

"Come on. I think we are done for today right, Bernadette?" asked Hermione looking up at the bubbly woman.

Bernadette nodded, grinning, "Yes you are."

Ginny stood with Hermione and after saying goodbye to Bernadette they headed off down the Muggle Street towards a little café that had old women sitting out the front of, glaring at teenagers across the street.

"So how are you coping?" asked Ginny glancing at her friend.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "Alright. The morning sickness is as bad as ever."

"I don't mean with the pregnancy Hermione."

Hermione had known that, but it was a topic she'd rather not bring up, "Let's not speak about that Ginny. I don't fancy blubbering over him anymore."

Ginny nodded in understanding, "Just promise me one thing Hermione."

"What?"

"That you won't blame your baby for Draco having to leave you?"

Hermione hugged Ginny as they walked, "I promise."

A/N: I know this chapter isn't as long as the rest of my chapters but this one has been one of those chapters that I have had a hard time writing.

Now as you all have noticed I have slipped in some French words. So here is the meaning of those words:

Frere – brother
Sceur – sister
Famille – family

La – The

Chateau – Mansion

Ingrat – ugly

Manoir – Manor

Bonjour – Hello

Nous are bon – We are fine

Comment allez-vous les deux? – How are you both?

Joli – pretty

Bete – dumb

Mourir – die

The reviving spell Draco tried is Italian- Rianimare – revive.

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