Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long since I updated. I've been in a dark place and I'm still not well. BUT I watched Harry Potter today and it inspired me so I'm gonna update and hopefully you'll enjoy it :)

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MY LAST NAME

Chapter 20

Hermione and Draco had been at the cottage for about 4 days now. They weren't 100% sure whether it was 4 days or maybe even more, because time didn't seem to exist whilst they were both in their Oasis. They were happy in each other's company and anything else that was happening away from that didn't really matter in the slightest.

One thing they did know, was that it was soon to be Christmas. They sat around a box of muggle decorations, untangling and untwisting fairy lights that had tangled and twisted in their packaging. They laughed, they smiled and they loved with all of their hearts.

Draco sighed and took a sip of his wine, he looked over the rim as he did so and smiled at Hermione's beauty as she laughed. Everything seemed to slow down as she laughed, which he loved because he could truly cherish the sight.

"What are you looking at Mr Malfoy?" Hermione chirped smiling and taking hold of her wine glass.

"Oh nothing Miss Granger, just thinking" he took another sip and placed down his glass.

"About?" She mirrored his movements and placed her glass down.

"How happy I am, and how I haven't felt this way since I was about three years old." He looked down, his heart slightly heavy for a moment. Past memories seemed to creep up when he least expected them, and he had forgotten about them seeing as the nightmares had stopped since they arrived at the cottage.

Hermione's head twisted with concern as her eyes grew with sympathy. She crawled over to Draco and cupped his face gently with both hands.

"Let just live for this moment, okay? We'll start a fresh from this moment on, what do'you say?" She smiled at him as he paused a moment, then nodded his head planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Right" she stood up "let's hang these fairies up shall we?" She pulled out her wand and with a swish untangled the lights and flew them up and around the tree. Draco stood up also with his wand and with a swish, lit candles around the room and on the tree. Two minutes later, their cottage looked like something from a magazine. The lights on the snowy Christmas tree twinkled, the baubles glistened and the fire crackled.

"Lovely, in this case, I much prefer magic." Hermione smiled and walked into the kitchen. Draco followed but lingered as he saw what looked like a man stood by the darkened window. As his eyes started to focus, a piercing pain shot through his brain and then his whole body. Acid burnt as he collapsed to the floor and vomited down the wall he clung to for support. His eyes grew heavy as his ears popped and a high pitched ringing echoed around in his head. Hermione was shouting, but he couldn't hear her as his slipped into unconsciousness.

Hermione worried about Draco. She looked at him as he placed down his wine glass. She knew that Draco didn't realise how much Hermione noticed his behaviour, how he often sat for periods of time in a trance.

She had asked what he was thinking about.

"How happy I am, and how I haven't felt this way since I was about three years old."

She looked at him, he seems occupied as he answered. She sighed to herself as her head twisted slightly with overwhelming concern. She loved Draco far too much to see him fall back into the dark place she'd found him in.

She crawled over to him as his eyes clung onto nothing in midair. She took his face in her hands and smiled at him. The look she gave him was nothing but love and affection, she knew that sometimes, he missed that look. Her eyes dropped for a split second.

"Let just live for this moment, okay? We'll start a fresh from this moment on, what do'you say?" She smiled encouragingly at him, she knew he was fragile and she knew she needed to be strong for him.

With her words, he seemed to snap out of his daze, he looked her in the eye, nodded then placed a gently kiss on her forehead.

Draco looked pale, paler than normal and Hermione found it hard to ignore that. But it was Christmas, and she didn't want to upset the most wonderful week they were having by poking around and asking (probably) useless questions.

"Right" she stood up trying to shake all bad thoughts from her head.

"Let's hang these fairies up shall we?" She smiled at him as she lifted her wand and fixed those darn fairy lights. Bloody things had her annoyed.

Draco joined her and with a spring in his step, arranged candles, baubles and magic snow on the tree. He smiled at her, it made her ridiculously happy.

"Lovely, in this case, I much prefer magic!" She giggled and walked into the kitchen to check their tea. The smell of bubbling vegetables and gravy hit her like a delicious rain cloud of scent. She poked the carrots to check if they were done when she heard the noise.

A noise that made her blood curdle. A noise that made her want to crawl up into a ball and cry for hours on end.

She heard Draco scream with pain, but not an ordinary scream, a blood curdling, agonising scream. She ran into the room she'd left him in and stood in the doorway, frozen with shock and fright. Draco had blood running from his nose, his skin was pale and he was clawing at his head as if someone was slicing open his brain. He fell to the floor, grasping onto the wall as he wretched and vomited up the window and the wall. She ran over to him grabbing a soft fleece on the way, she fumbled and tried to catch the streams of vomit in the fleece. Draco started to shake as his body jolted back and fourth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as she shouted his name, trying to bring him back around. Tears poured from her eyes as he fell limp in her arms.

She continued to shout his name. She cried as vomit and blood dripped down the walls. She grabbed Draco's wand and apparated them to St Mungo's, everything was silent as nurses and healers rushed around Draco and Hermione who had appeared in the middle of the hospital floor. Draco still hanging limp and lifeless in her arms. Tears rolled down her face, her hair covered in vomit and blood, her clothes, destroyed.

Draco was ripped from her arms as she sat motionless. Her body in a state of shock. Healers and nurses rushed around her, shouting but she couldn't hear a thing except her beating heart.

Her eyes grew heavy as she screamed inside her mind, her body hit the floor, she couldn't control it. She was a prisoner trapped inside her own body. Her eyes closed as she clawed at the prison of herself.

Hermione's eyes opened, the lights bright, soft chattering in the background. She sat up quickly, remembering where she was. A healer was stood at her left side with a clipboard and a quill.

"Careful there Miss Granger, you took quite a fall." He said softly, catching her as her arm buckled beneath her.

"W-where's Draco?" She mumbled rubbing her head.

"He's in intensive care, Miss Granger, why did you bring him here?" He hesitated slightly, not wanting to offend.

"We're for magical accidents, and this wasn't caused by any magic we've seen." He looked saddened. But he was right, why had Hermione brought him here, maybe she panicked, maybe she thought he was going to die? She shook her head.

"Why am I here, I'm perfectly fine" she swung her legs off the hospital bed and stood up, staggering slightly.

"You collapsed, I think possibly from shock and exhaustion, nothing serious." He walked out of her way as she gathered herself.

"We er, we've had to bring in a doctor, a muggle doctor, someone who's used to working with muggle illnesses. I can take you to him if you want?" The healer smiled gently. Hermione returned the smile, but she was petrified. She didn't want to ever see Draco like she had. She just wanted to wake up from this horrible dream and be laid in Draco's arms, whilst he slept. She shook her head again.

"Yes please." Her voice was distant, pained.

The healer nodded and walked out, leading the way.