While Draco and Tony are gone to the Ministry, I'm trying to get his room in order. However, painting a bedroom all by yourself when you're in my state is increasingly difficult as the minutes wear on. I'm just glad Draco isn't here to see me so defeated. I'm so close to giving up, but this is what I wanted, what I needed.

A knock at the door interrupts me, and I'm thankful for the excuse to take a break.

As I pull open the door, there is a salesman standing on the steps. Great. I just love these guys.

'Good afternoon, ma'am,' he begins, pulling out a clipboard, full with questions, prices, and places to sign.

'Good afternoon,' I say, trying oh so hard to be polite, but it's hard when his brother was here yesterday. 'I'm sorry, but I'm actually very –'

'Busy?' he interrupts. 'That's okay, this will only take a moment of your –'

I zone out, watching this guy's lips move. I notice he's wearing a retainer, which gives him a slight lisp. But that's okay, he is kind of cute. Not as cute as Draco, and much more annoying.

'Ma'am?' I hear him say, but my vision has gone slightly blurry, and I feel cold sweat on my face. 'Ma'am? Are you okay?'

No, I'm not okay, dumb ass. Oh God, this can't be the end. The doctor said I had at least three more months.

And now his voice is filling my head again.

'Ma'am? Ma'am, the ambulance is on its way. Just stay with me.'

I can hear the panic in his voice. I wish I could open my eyes.

'Draco,' I whisper, getting his attention.

'Is he your husband?'

I nod, which is the most I can do.

'Is he at work?'

I shake my head.

'Well, I'll – um – I'll leave a note for him, okay?'

Now I can't even nod my head. I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in my pain. Oh God, they never told me it would hurt this much.

And now the sirens are filling my ears. Can't they turn those off?

'Ma'am,' says a different man, no doubt a paramedic. 'Ma'am, could you tell me your name?'

'Ma'am,' I whisper, and I hear the other couple paramedics laugh at me. Draco always said I had a sense of humour.

I hear a car door slam, and someone running up the walk.

'Hermione!'

Oh, thank God it's Draco. I feel him take my hand. I must be safe now, so I start to relax.

'Excuse me –?'

'Draco Malfoy. I'm her husband.'

'Okay Mr. Malfoy, we have to take her to the hospital. Do you know why she might have collapsed?'

Now I feel myself getting slid onto the stretcher, and Draco is answering the question. Oh, Tony. He's going to need to get all this explained to him, but when? What if I don't make it?

'Mrs. Malfoy, we're going to give you an I.V.' Thank God this doctor knows what he's doing. Draco is still holding my hand, and we're in the ambulance, off to the hospital.

'Herm, you can relax now,' Draco whispers in my ear. 'It's okay. You need to relax.'

And so I do, but I'm scared of not coming back.

'Where's Tony?' I ask hoarsely.

'He had to go back to Hogwarts. McGonagall took him from the Ministry.'

'We have to –'

'Tell him, I know. But let's get you stable before we do anything like that.'