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The next day Hermione felt truly awful. Not emotionally, but physically. Her head was spinning and her stomach was killing her, but Hermione stuck it out and went to class. In Herbology that day Hermione tried her best to stay concentrating, but it was impossible. Her sight was blurry, her head was throbbing and she felt like she could throw up and second. When finally the class ended Hermione rushed out. She wanted to lie down right away. She was just about to walk up the stairs to enter the school when everything once again went out of focus. Hermione bent over in pain and fell to the ground. Just before she passed out she vaguely saw someone with light blonde hair running towards her.

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When Hermione finally awoke she was in the hospital wing. Hermione looked around but stopped almost immediately for her head was still throbbing. Hermione groaned in pain and she heard the distinct sounds of someone waking up next to her bed. Hermione slowly turned her head to see Draco rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he looked at Hermione he smiled brightly with a sign of relief in his silvery-blue eyes. Hermione smiled back softly. Hermione squinted her eyes at Draco.

"Open your mouth" She commanded softly. Draco looked puzzled but did as he was told. He opened his mouth but that wasn't what Hermione was searching for. "No I mean show me your teeth." At this Draco understood what she was looking for and showed her his teeth. "Are those diamonds! I never expected you to have grillz! That's a muggle thing!" Draco smirked one of those kind smirks he'd been using.

"What can I say? I thought they were awesome so I figured I get them too." Draco replied to her calmly. It was like he'd barely spent a penny on them! He made it sound so simple.

"Those things are so expensive though!" Hermione exclaimed. Draco smiled showing his grillz clad teeth.

"It was nothing. Perhaps you've forgotten that I have an immense fortune? Now that my father's gone the fortune is now half mine, half Jennessica's. I already had my mother's entire fortune in my account and now my father's is there too. Any money I spend is like nothing. Why else would I want to spend so much on you and give you everything you could ever want? Why else would I be able to get anything that is buyable for you?" Draco said softly to her. Hermione took his soft tone for its meaning noticing that she was yelling which was causing her head to hurt badly. "Now that you've calmed down, how are you feeling? You've been passed out for three days."

Hermione starred at him, her eyes wide in shock. She'd been unconscious for three days! It was an outrage! Hermione tried to calm her mind down so she could answer him. "I feel okay I guess. My head still hurts badly, but I'm otherwise fine. Do you know what I had that made me so sick?"

Draco was silent for a moment. Hermione could tell he was going into a mental debate. After a while one side must have won because he sighed and looked away from her. "Madam Pompfry said you have all the symptoms of being pregnant so she did a pregnancy spell on you to see if you were and it turned out negative, and let me tell you those are fool proof. She did however figure out what's wrong with you. You have been hit with a really rare disease called Fiferway Disease. Only muggleborns or halfbloods who were raised in a muggle way get the disease because those who are raised in the magical world get shots for it. But even then muggleborns and halfbloods rarely get it. You have the first case in over 50 years. Unlike muggle and almost every single magical disease that in a way disappear, Fiferway Disease never will disappear. This disease just waits calmly for some magical person to come upon it. It is so rare that every once in a while we believe it's gone. The biggest problem though with this disease is that it has… it has killed every single victim it has had. It was only about fifty years ago that we even discovered the shot. We've never found a cure for it. You're going to be transferred to St. Mungo's. They don't want someone so sick to be here for some odd reason. The disease luckily enough isn't contagious which is why I question their moving you. But anyways you are to be moved today. I promise I'll come visit you as much as I possibly can. They've already assigned a new Head Girl, Hannah Abbot. They said you won't be able to return to school. I really wish they knew a cure for this, but… but they don't." Draco looked down at the ground and Hermione saw a single tear run down his cheek. Hermione gently wiped it away as tears began flowing down her own cheeks. She was inflicted with a fatal disease and there was no known cure!

Just then Madam Pompfry rushed in. Upon noticing that Hermione was awake she prepared to send her off to St. Mungo's. Hermione couldn't believe it; this would be her last time at Hogwarts…

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The news got around that the now ex-Head Girl was inflicted with Fiferway Disease. Everyone, even the Slytherins, felt bad for her. They all believed that no one deserved to die from such and awful disease. Ginny could be seen constantly breaking into tears and being counseled by Harry, Ron or Blaise. People also saw that Harry and Ron seemed close to tears themselves. One of the biggest things that were noticed though was the sudden silence from Draco Malfoy. Since the day Hermione was sent to St. Mungo's Draco was eerily quiet and yet no ones had the guts to ask him why, of course most people didn't really care either. He may have been a hero during the war by saving Hermione, killing his own father and inspiring the other Slytherins to join the right side, but he was still disliked.

It was now a couple of months since Hermione was sent away and yet still everything was out of whack. The teachers were even still disheartened, including Snape! Draco had kept up with what he had promised and visited Hermione ever possible chance he got. But as May came to an end Hermione became so much worse. She was quickly dieing and they didn't give her more than two more weeks to live. Now was one of the moments that Draco was at her bedside watching her helplessly as she laid there. She had long ago lost the ability to talk for the Fiferway disease attacked everything in the body. The last things to be attacked are the brain and the heart. The healers said that the disease was now attacking both her brain and heart. Draco slowly turned Hermione's head to face him and he looked deep in her eyes. He saw pain, fear and something else. He looked closer and tried to figure out what it was. It was then that he figured it out. It was an emotion he had rarely seen directed at him. It was love and all he could think was that this could possibly be directed towards him. Before she had lost her ability to speak they had had long periods of time when they could just talk. They found out all they could about the other. Draco love for her grew and grew until it was nearly unbearable and Hermione slowly began to fall in love for him as well.

Suddenly Hermione couldn't breath. Draco noticed this and automatically called for a healer, any healer for help. A healer rushed over and tried with all her might to get Hermione breathing again but she couldn't do it. Hermione slowly passed out and the healer looked disheartened. More healers rushed in and he was pushed to the side. They tried every spell they could think of and even tried some muggle things. Every once in a while she would manage a single breath but it wasn't enough. Draco heard one healer say she was going to die now and tears flowed down his cheeks. He pushed a nurse to the side and grabbed one of Hermione's hands. He kissed it and softly whispered in a somewhat pathetic way.

"Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I love you so much. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you in our past years, but please don't leave me. I'd go to the ends of the world for you; I'd do anything for you. You mean the world to me and I won't survive if you die. Please… I love you." Draco whispered to her. The healers backed off having given up and just watched as Draco softly kissed her lips. A single tear from his eyes fell into her slightly open lips. Draco's eyes were closed but when he heard a gasp behind him he slowly opened his eyes to see a soft, somewhat sparkling run through Hermione's body. Slowly her breathing became normal and she opened her eyes. Hermione coughed for a second before looking over at a flabbergasted Draco. Hermione smiled and he quickly hugged her tightly. Hermione hugged him back and the healers left the room still trying to figure out how it happened.

Once they were gone Hermione looked deep into Draco's eyes and then kissed him hard on the lips. Draco returned the kiss with just as much vigor. From both sides the kiss was a way to release all their pain, fear and anger all at once. But the kiss also showed both of them just how much they loved eachother. When finally they separated Hermione smiled at him and said the four words he so wanted to hear from her.

"I love you, Draco." Hermione said softly and sweetly. Draco smiled and kissed her softly this time.

"I love you too, Hermione, god I love you so much." Draco replied just as softly and just as sweetly. A healer slowly returned to the room and ran a few tests on Hermione just to find that she was completely cured. It was still insisted that she stayed at the hospital for a couple of days to watch her and then afterwards she was told she had to keep it easy.

By the time Hermione was let out of the hospital school was over. She was told she would get private teaching so she could have her full education. Of course Hermione was utterly ecstatic over this.

It was now July 7th and Hermione was sitting in her living room with Draco. He had been giving the duty to help her finish her schooling and he had readily agreed to do so for it gave him a reason to come to the Granger household and meet her family and be with her to make sure she was still ok.

"Would you two like some tea and sugar cookies?" Mrs. Granger asked. They both nodded and Mrs. Granger returned to the kitchen to make the tea.

"Ok so, I lets see how you perform the spell." Draco said. They were practicing the last of the spells she needed to learn. As she had been such a bookworm in school she already knew everything so they had flown through everything. Hermione was scheduled to take the N.E.W.Ts the next day and Draco wanted to make sure she was fully prepared.

"Koluxio" The vase in front of her automatically changed into a beautiful, oddly familiar looking, multicolored rose. Hermione suddenly smiled and looked up at Draco. "This wasn't and needed spell was it?"

"Nah, I just thought that maybe you'd like to know the spell I used to create the rose I had left for you on Valentines Day." Draco replied with a shrug. Mrs. Granger returned with tea and sugar cookies and Draco quickly got up and took the tray from her. After he had set down the tray Draco turned back towards Hermione's mother and took her hand. He placed a soft kiss on it and smiled at her. "Thank you for the tea and cookies. I know it'll be just as wonderful as all your other fantastic cooking is." Mrs. Granger blushed and rushed out of the room leaving a laughing Hermione. Draco smirked sexily at her and handed her her tea.

"So, do you think I'll be ready for tomorrow?" Hermione asked nervously.

Draco laughed and kissed her forehead lightly. "Of course you'll be ready! You're you! Plus you had yours truly as a teacher!" Hermione laughed and shook her head at him. After finishing her tea Hermione looked at the clock on the nearby wall. It was 9:25 p.m. "I think I'll head to bed now. I should get some sleep so I'm not tired for the test tomorrow. Will I see you after it?"

"Of course you will and afterwards we can go out for a celebration dinner because we all know you're going to pass with flying colors." Draco smiled at her and stood up. He kissed her lips softly and placed his forehead on hers. "Good luck, I love you."

Hermione smiled and kissed him softly before heading upstairs towards her room. Draco watched her go and then with a goodbye to both of her parents, apparated to his own home.

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