After talking to Hermione for a while before she fell asleep and finally getting her approval to go on a date with him, Draco felt like bursting out of the hospital wing's door and jumping in the air Breakfast Club style (not that he knew what that was). Well, no, what he actually wanted do was to curl up next to Hermione and make sure she was safe throughout the night. But since they had hated each other for the past seven years, which was mostly his fault, he settled for going to His best buddy, Blaise, and ush to him about Hermione like a schoolgirl.

But what he didn't know was that Blaise would be nowhere to be found tonight. As he briskly walked toward his friend's dorm, which was on the opposite of the castle, Draco struggled to keep his cool, which was understandable because he was lucky to have Hermione as his mate. At this point he wasn't sure that the girl could hate anyone if she was able to find it in herself to forgive him enough that she would actually agree to go on a date with him. Draco Malfoy, the man who made her life horrible ever since he met her in first year, actually had a date with Hermione Granger.

As he reached Blaise's door, he quickly knocked on it, probably more giddy than he had allowed himself to be in the past eight years.

"Blaise?" Asked quietly to avoid waking anyone and alerting them that he was out of bed after hours, even thought he could just lie and say that he had Prefect duties, but avoiding the whole situation seemed like his best bet.

After waiting for a few minutes and realizing that Blaise must be out for something, Draco slowly walked towards he and Hermione's dorms, which was all the way back across the school, near the hospital wing. Now that he had walked all the way across the castle twice he was much less excited, mostly because he was beginning to get tired once again, but also because he now had processed everything in his head.

"Initium novum," he said absentmindedly as he made a mental list of the events of his day and how he got to where he was at this moment.

Hermione's accident

Wrote final will and testament letters

Got a date with Hermione

Blaise is not in his room

By the time his quick mental checklist was finished, he had finally reached the bedroom that no one had dared to go into yet. Opening it, he saw a queen sized bed with green satin sheets and a soft looking, silky red comforter on top. Next he noticed the typical things you would find in a bedroom, nightstands, mirror, was he assumed was a closet, and another door with he figured must have been the bathroom.

After taking a much needed shower, brushing his teeth, and putting on fresh pajamas, Draco was completely and utterly ready for this day to be done so he could go to sleep. As he and Hermione were both excused from the rest of their classes for the rest of the day, due to their 'special circumstances' he had no homework to do so sleep was exactly what he did.

Obviously, Hermione been excused because of her accident. But Draco was pardoned because as her mate, sooner or later he was going to start to feel her emotions and pain, so McGonagall thought it would be best just to send them both out of their classes for the day.

That night Draco's most recent and biggest fears manifested. He was back at the manor, in the first dining room to be exact, but something was…..off.

Why am I here? I just went to bed and…..I couldn't have apparated, the school has blockers. I would have been splinched, like Him.

As he began to move throughout the room the only thing he could hear was the oh of his footsteps, one foot after the other, making the entire trip across the large room all the more uncomfortable.

He passed the wooden table that had been stained a dark brown. Next he noticed all of the priceless family heirlooms, antiques, and decor. Penultimately, he saw all the dust that had been collected on everything in the room as if no one had cleaned in months.

Then he noticed her. Hermione's nearly unconscious body lay on the floor about 20 feet from him in a small puddle of blood. What's that large number under her shirt? Is she pregnant?

But he couldn't move. This made absolutely no sense. Why is he here with a pregnant Hermione on the floor in front of him? And just as he was about to move, Hermione spoke to him.

"Help me Draco," she rasped out, her voice barely above a whisper.

And then he woke up, sweat all around him, making his shirt and hair damp. But he wasn't paying attention to any of that, he was furious. As he quickly got out of the full bed and all the sprinted to the hospital ward to check on Hermione he hadn't even noticed the white wings attached to his shoulder blades. If he hadn't been so scary looking right now one might think that he looked like an angel. His wings started at his ears and ended at his calves. They were pure white, with feathers covering them completely.

When he reached the hospital wards he didn't even bothering letting Madame Pomfrey he was there, he had to see Hermione and make sure she was ok. But as soon as he saw her curled up in the all of the tension in the his body flooded out of him. Careful not to wake her, he slowly crept across the floor and into the bed with her, pulling her into his side, wrapping his wing around her, and falling asleep as she subconsciously leaned into his touch.

A/n: I am so so so so so sorry it took this long to write this chapter but I'll really try to make th next one longer.

-E.K. Jane