A/N: Another day another chapter. Thankyou all for your wonderful reviews. They just make me want to write more. So here ago preparing myself to indulge you all in more drama and romance. Enjoy.

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Chapter Five: The Loss

Draco lazily opened his eyes and groaned. Wonderful, they had placed him in a room with bright blue walls with supportive quotes on the walls, ranging from: Have hope and you will succeed too: The only way is up! Did they seriously think they would make Draco be suddenly cured?

He closed his eyes and raised a hand only to notice it was shaking like crazy. He needed alcohol now to stop it. His body was in dire need of it, without it Draco wouldn't be able to live. He sat up angrily, trying to stop his body from shaking. He walked to the room's shining white door and grabbed the handle shakily. Cursing under his breath he twisted the knob and pulled; only it didn't open.

"Merlin damn it!" he yelled banging on the door in anger, "Friggen let me out you bastards!"

He shakily turned around and searched the room with his eyes for his wand. When he couldn't find it, he stumbled over to his bedside door and pulled it open. Roughly he searched through it only finding a packet of biscuits, chewing gum that apparently helped with cravings, brochures on the program and writing paper – no wand.

"This is hell… I've died and gone to hell," mumbled Draco turning back to the door and banging on it again, "Let me out you idiots!"

Outside the door he could hear voices yelling. Draco scowled and grabbed the chair behind him and threw it at the window beside the door. Only Draco's plan backfired as the chair rebounded off the window and landed at his feet. Draco felt a surge of uncontrollable rage run threw is body as the door opened with the arrival of Pompfrey, two other doctors Draco once worked for and three male men with one holding a needle with clear liquid.

"He will feel strong but with his injury his body won't be so quick and strong," said Pompfrey clearly.

The three men lunged at Draco pulling him to the ground easily. Draco squirmed under their grip like a helpless child and cursed out loud as the man with the needle jabbed it into his arm. Draco gave a strangled cry of surprise as his muscles seized up making him completely helpless.

"Strap him too the bed. No one is to unstrap him until I say so," said a Doctor who's nametag read Knox. She looked at Draco and sighed before exiting the room with Pompfrey and the other Doctor.

Draco gave up all attempt of escaping and watched as the men strapped his arms to the bed as well as his legs.

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Hermione, Merle and Dakota walked quickly through the hospital doors with their trunks. Merle also had Crookshanks in his cage as they asked to leave their belongings at the front counter, which the receptionist agreed too.

"The cat won't be of any trouble. He is used to being in his cage a lot seeing as I used to travel long distances when I was younger," explained Hermione reassuringly as the woman glanced at the cat, "Could you please tell me where Anne Granger is?"

"Sure… let me just check the computer," she replied typing in the name, "Room 13 in the intensive care unit. Go to the elevator down the corridor here and go up to floor 3. Just tell the receptionist there who you are."

"Thanks."

Picking Dakota up, who was sleepy, Hermione and Merle set off at a quick stride to the elevator. Once inside, Merle hit floor 3 and the elevator shot up to the floor requested. Seconds later they were entering the corridor towards Anne's ward. Standing outside were a group of people, consisting of Jerrell, his wife, Hermione's Aunt and Uncle and another Aunty, plus her Mother's parents.

"Hermione!" cried her grandmother rushing over to her.

"How is she?" asked Hermione worriedly as she hugged her grandmother, "Can I see her?"

"The Doctor is examining her again," said Jerrell softly, "This is Dakota?"

Hermione nodded and smiled, "Dakota, this is my cousin Jerrell and beside him is his wife Simone. Next to them are my Aunty Kirra and Uncle Matthew, that lady is my Aunty Cassie and these people are my Nan and Pop."

Dakota smiled shyly and yawned before closing her eyes and resting her head on Hermione's shoulder.

"Who found her really sick?" asked Merle softly.

"We don't know. I got a call from the hospital saying she was here," replied Kirra.

At that moment the Doctor exited the ward looking grim. She saw Hermione, Merle and Dakota and sighed.

"Which of you is Hermione?" he asked saying the name with difficultly.

"That's me," spoke up Hermione stepping forward, "How is she?"

"Weak. Her lungs are slowly collapsing. Her whole body is dying. The illness plus her heart problem… it's is a bad mixture."

"So she has no hope of survival?" asked Hermione's grandmother, her voice wavering.

"I'm afraid not."

Hermione stumbled backwards in surprise. Jerrell caught her and Merle took Dakota out of her arms.

"I want to transport her to another hospital," demanded Hermione firmly, "Somewhere, where I know she will receive better medical treatment."

"You cannot move her. Doing so would kill her and she only has a short time left," replied the Doctor.

Hermione shook her head, wiping away tears, "Can I go see her?"

"No… you are not sterilized. We are trying to give her as much time to live as possible."

"I HAVEN'T SEEN MY MOTHER IN FOUR YEARS! SHE HASN'T EVEN MET HER GRANDDAUGHTER YOU ARSEHOLE!" screamed Hermione in frustration, "I demand you let me go see her, now!"

"Just go Hermione," urged Merle glaring at the Doctor.

Hermione took Dakota from Merle and walked into the room, stepping past the Doctor who looked too stunned for words. Hermione slowed her step as she walked towards the bed. Machines beeped all around her as her eyes remained glued to the figure lying limply in the bed.

"Mum?" whispered Hermione once she was close enough, "Mum?"

Suddenly machines started going off all around her. The Doctor came rushing back in along with nurses.

"Get the defibulator! Nurse, get her out of here now!" shouted the Doctor glancing at Hermione.

A nurse ran over to Hermione and escorted her and a stunned Dakota out of the room.

"What's going on?" said Hermione, "Tell me what is happening!"

"Please, Miss. Stay here with your family," replied the Nurse shutting the room's door's and curtains.

"My baby girl!" sobbed Hermione's Grandmother in her husbands' arms.

"They can't let her die," whispered Hermione to Merle as tears filled her eyes.

"Everything will be fine," replied Merle in tears herself.

Hermione sat down feeling helpless as she held her stunned daughter. Dakota sensed her mother's emotion and snuggled closer to her. Hermione half smiled and kissed Dakota on the cheek, praying everything would be fine.

Everyone sat in silence. Jerrell was hugging Simone, Merle was staring at the ground, Hermione's grandparents were now sitting beside Hermione in silence, and Kirra and her husband Matthew were hugging also while Cassie was praying softly. No noise came from the room now, whereas before their was tons of it.

Then the door opened. The Doctor Hermione had labeled an arseholes stepped out alone. Everyone either stopped hugging, praying or stood up looking at the Doctor.

"I'm sorry. We couldn't save her… she had a cardiac arrest which killed her body entirely… I'm sorry," spoke the doctor softly.

Hermione stood stunned while everyone around her began screaming and crying. Merle slid down the wall in tears, which prompted Dakota to squirm out of her mother's hold and onto the ground to run over to her Aunty. Jerrell stood still tears in his eyes while his wife questioned if he was okay. Slowly Hermione came to her senses and walked over to the Doctor and slapped him hard across the face silencing everyone.

"Because of you my mother never got to see her only grandchild. She never got to hold her… anything. If you had just let me in she might have got to see her! She probably died thinking I wasn't here, that I didn't care! I hate you for that," sobbed Hermione pushing past him into the room, screaming to the other nurses and doctors to get out of the room, "LEAVE! ALL OF YOU! NOW!"

Hurriedly the left leaving Hermione in the room alone. With tears falling down her cheeks, Hermione walked towards the bed and took in her mother's still pale body. Her gown was pulled up from where they had stuck the defibulator pads.

"Look at you," sobbed Hermione pulling them off and her gown down, "I'm here Mum… stop kidding with me and wake up."

Anne's body remained still urging Hermione to break down in another flood of tears.

"Why did you have to go… you're too young. You never got you see Dakota start Hogwarts… or, or get her first boyfriend. You never saw me get married! Damn it, Mum! I can't handle this… I can't loose you too!" cried Hermione, "Why do I always loose someone… why?"

Hermione grabbed her mother's hand and sat sobbing starring at her mother's face. Behind her she heard footsteps and turned around. It was Harry.

"W-what are you doing here? H-how did you k-know?" whispered Hermione as he stood beside her looking at her sadly.

"Merle… she brought Dakota to Molly's a few seconds ago. Ginny was there and came and got me."

Hermione just nodded and looked back at her mother, "I'm alone Harry. I keep on loosing the people I love. She was always there… never went anyone and now she is gone. I have no one to turn to for the things only a mother can help with. What do I do now? I'm so confused… so angry… so sad… it's all… what do I do?"

Hermione leant forward and Harry hugged her as she cried her soul out. He knew this would hit the hardest out of anything that had happened in her life after her father's death. Yes, Draco and Hermione breaking up was a hard moment but Hermione had lost so many people she loved in her life. Even Harry wondered if she would recover after this.

As Hermione pulled away from Harry a man dressed in a green outfit entered.

"I need to take the body to the morgue," he said.

"It's not just a body!" snapped Hermione walking over to her mother, "She was my mother, a wife, an aunty, a daughter, a grandmother!"

"I'm sorry Miss."

Hermione looked down at her mother and placed a hand on her cheek holding back tears, "I love you Mum… say… say hi to Dad for me."

With that Hermione fled from the room onto the arms of her grandfather who held her tight as if she were a little girl who'd fallen over… only this time Hermione's heart had taken the fall.

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"She looks a lot like her mother… yet you can certainly see the Malfoy in her," murmured Molly entering the kitchen from having checked on sleeping Dakota.

Ginny turned from the living room doorway, "I know. How is Merle?"

"She has gone for a walk. I'm worried mostly about Hermione though."

"Harry is with her. Those two always seem to rely on each other with these sort of things. He understands her emotions and she knows his. I guess a practically life long friendship does that," replied Ginny.

Molly nodded, "I guess. Well then, how about we start lunch?"

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"What do we do?" asked Hermione much calmer then she was minutes before. Her Grandparents had managed to get her too stop crying and now the family and Harry were sitting in a private room, waiting for a person to come and speak to them about organizing the funeral and everything related to it. The lawyer with her mother's will had been called and everyone was to be at his office the next day at 2pm.

"We wait," sighed Cassie glancing at Hermione, "Do you have somewhere to stay? I know you were staying at your mother's… but now… I don't think it would be wise."

"I agree," nodded Harry, "Maybe you could stay with Ginny and I… Merle can stay at the Burrow."

Hermione sighed, "I'd rather stay with family Harry… I don't mean to be rude but I'd find it more comforting."

"That's fine," smiled Harry.

"You can stay with me," spoke up Cassie brushing her hair away from her brown eyes, "Dakota and Merle too."

Hermione just nodded. Her life had fallen to pieces again and this time she knew it wouldn't come back together. At that moment Hermione thought of St Mungo's and the woman leading it.

"Pompfrey," whispered Hermione standing up, "I-I have to go."

Everyone looked at Hermione in surprise and gasped as she left with a pop. Her family looked at Harry who stood up.

"I'll go find her," he said before apperating away.

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Hermione ran towards the elevator and hit the floor she was looking for. The door's slid open and Hermione ran in, hitting the floor she wanted as if it would make it move faster. She tapped her foot impatiently as it slid upwards to the floor she wanted.

After what seemed an eternity the elevator stopped and Hermione ran out of it after the doors opened. She ran to the desk causing the lady to look at her in surprise.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I need to see Madam Pompfrey… please!" cried Hermione.

"She's at the Rehab place."

"Where is that?"

"West wing of this floor."

Hermione nodded and took off at a run, her heart pounding. She knew Pompfrey couldn't bring her mother back but she needed to know something else otherwise it would trouble her constantly. Hermione glanced at the sign bedside her and saw she had another for corridor's to go through before entering the West Wing. She quickened her pace earning odd looks from those around her who recognized her.

Finally, ten minutes later Hermione pushed the doors open to the West Wing and slowed to a quick walk. She saw the reception desk and walked over to it, trying to make herself look calm.

"Excuse me?" said Hermione softly.

The man signing a book looked up at her and smiled, "Yes?"

"I was told Poppy Pompfrey was here… I need to see her."

The man nodded, "She is outside Ward 16 talking to Doctor Knox."

Hermione nodded and glanced back at the man who pointed directly down the corridor to her left. She walked down it and caught sight of Pompfrey outside a locked room. With a sigh Hermione jogged towards her catching the eye of Pompfrey who looked at her wide eyed.

"Miss Granger!" cried Pompfrey stepping away from the dark skinned woman, "Why are you here?"

"I need to speak to you," said Hermione trying not to cry, "I… I just don't know where to begin. It's all in my head, what I want to ask but… I can't get it out simply."

Pompfrey frowned. She'd known Hermione since she was eleven and having worked with people her whole life, Pompfrey knew something troubling had happened to Hermione.

"My dear, what has happened to you?" asked Pompfrey placing a hand gently on Hermione's shoulder to turn her from the window with it's locked door but open verticals.

Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes. But when she did all she could see was her mother's lifeless body. The image caused her to let out a gasp of devastation. Pompfrey caught Hermione in surprise as her knees gave way.

"Miss Granger!"

"My Mum died… I want to know if you could have saved her… I know you can't bring her back but I just need to know," cried Hermione through tears as she looked at Pompfrey pleadingly, "Please… she had a weak heart and the pneumonia. Could you have saved her if she was close to death… her body was shutting down… could you have?"

Pompfrey looked over at the female doctor who stepped over to Hermione. Both her and Pompfrey walked her over to a chair underneath the window with open verticals.

"My name is Quarralia Knox. I specialize in Muggle and Magical forms of medicine and how they can be used together. Now… I know Muggle's aren't entirely wonderful with their medical services but they are catching up to our standards. In some areas they are-"

"Look," said Hermione snappishly, "If I were in a more joyful mood maybe I would be interested in this but I have just lost my mother. What I need to know is if you could have saved her from death?"

"Yes we could have," nodded Doctor Quarralia.

Hermione sat stunned for a few moments before standing up. Her breathing became more ragged and angry. Suddenly, without warning Hermione picked up the chair behind her and through it at the window screaming out in anger and pain.

"She is dead when she could be alive!" screamed Hermione as the chair bounced on the ground.

She eyes lifted from the chair to the window and as they filled with tears from the fact her mother could still be alive at that moment. Then she saw him… his pale blonde hair. Her mouth fell open as she saw his arms buckled down to the bed with leather straps.

"T-that's… that's Draco," whispered Hermione looking at Pompfrey as she stepped forward and placed her hand on the glass, "Why is he like that?"

"He's aggressive… and it's for his own good. I can't tell you anything else," said Quarralia.

"Why not?"

"You are not family."

"I was his girlfriend… he is the father of my child!" cried Hermione in desperation "Is this to do with his addiction problems I heard about? I know he was nearly killed."

Quarralia looked at Hermione in surprise, "I didn't know… I'm sorry. His operation went well. But we need to act now with his addiction or he may very well be found dead next time."

Hermione nodded and looked at Draco sadly, "It's all my fault… I… I have to go. I'm sorry."

Hermione turned and ran away from the room, wishing she could run away from everything altogether.

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Hermione opened her eyes to find herself at The Burrow. Seconds later footsteps could be heard entering the room. Hermione looked up from the ground and saw the kind eyes of Molly. Hermione's lower lip trembled and soon she was engulfed in a hug from Molly, who simply let Hermione cry. She didn't ask questions or saying soothing things. She knew Hermione needed to let al her emotions flow out in one go, not little bits every ten minutes.

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For both Hermione and Draco the next two days went by in a blur. For Draco he remained buckled down to the bed. He was fed by Quarralia at all times, did his business in a bed pan and went through all the emotional cravings of needing alcohol. Hermione on the other hand sat silently wherever she was. She ate very little, went to all the meetings to find out she had inherited her mother and father's fortune and property. The business they knew Hermione never wanted so instead it went to her Aunty Cassie and Kirra. Dakota never went near her mother after being ignored when she needed to go to the toilet. Merle took over for Hermione in the parent part. But no one knew. No knew Hermione had seen Draco. She was guilt ridden, blaming herself for his state and the fact her mother had died when she could still be alive.

Hermione sat on her bed at her Auntie's place and stared out the window. Today was the funeral. The day she would have to say goodbye once and for all. But Hermione knew deep down she couldn't do that. It was too painful… to hard. She wasn't ready to let go just yet.

A knock came at the door but Hermione said nothing. It opened slowly with the entrance of Merle dressed in black dress pants, a black flowy gypsy style shirt and a scarf around her neck. Hermione was dressed already in black business style pants, a black ¾ sleeve fitted blouse and a black poncho over top done up with an angel broach.

"Hermione… I think you should see the Daily Prophet," said Merle softly, "Dakota is dressed by the way."

Hermione nodded and took the paper opening it up to the front page to read the heading:

Queen Of Wedding Planning Back in England For Funeral Of Mother

Today Hermione Granger, 26, will be saying goodbye to her muggle mother Anne Granger. It is said the mother passed away two days ago at a Muggle Hospital due to heart failure and a severe illness. Her family and friends will be attending the funeral, as well as the little girl people are starting to claim is in fact her daughter.

Famous Doctor Phillings said to reporter Lavender Brown that, "The child looks to much like Hermione Granger to be a friends child. In fact if you look at the eyes you will see who else the child resembles."

Let's all look at the eyes and come to a conclusion…

Hermione threw the paper away and stood up slipping on her shoes, "We have a funeral to go do."

A/N: Well there you go. She saw Draco… but he didn't see her… and yes her mother died… Sorry if I made any of you cry. Review!

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