Draco's POV

"Don't you dare!" I yell at my Aunt Bellatrix. I'm not fast enough. She casts the killing curse and Collette leans back, turning her head to her left. The spell grazes her skull. It's not a direct hit, but it's direct enough to possibly...

I catch her just before she hits the ground and lay her down carefully. I kneel down next to her. What I was afraid of came to be true. Just what I did not want to happen, happened. Collette is hurt, or maybe even *big gulp* dead. "How could you Aunt Bella?"

"She was in my way, I got rid of her," she answers simply in her naturally haughty voice. She walks away without a backwards glance.

I turn my attention to Collette. I feel her pulse. It's slow and weak, but a pulse, nonetheless. I hold her close and apparate to her tower. I answer the question right and get her to her room. I set her on her bed and sit next to her.

"It's be ok, Collette. Everything's going to be alright." She doesn't respond. "Collette? Collette?!" Still no response. "Collette! Please don't let her be-Please don't let her be-" I check her pulse a second time. Still going. "What the-"

"What's going on?" A girl with long, dark brown hair, dark skin, and contrasting, piercing, ice blue eyes, whom I assume is in the sixth year, walks in the room.

"Get out! Unless you can help us, shut up and get the fuck out."

"What's wrong? My father's a doctor," she informs me.

"I don't know. She has a pulse. She's alive, but she isn't responding. She not moving or anything." She pursed her lips in thought.

"What happened before you noticed this?"

"She was- Well- The Killing Curse-" I stutter. I'm so overwhelmed with grief for the one I ever truly loved, I can't even complete a sentence. "Is she knocked out, or what?"

"Was it a direct hit?" She seems almost as confused and flustered as I feel.

"No. It grazed the top of her head."

Her eyes glimmer with a realization, as if all the wacky peices are somehow forming a single picture in her mind. Of course, there is still a cloud of dread blurring the edges of her startling eyes. "I see," she says tonelessly.

"What?" I ask, irritated, but anxious.

"She- I think she's in a coma," she states.

"What?" I exclaim.

"It's not as bad as it could be. The after effects won't be as severe... If she wakes up."

"If?!" I repeat.

"Well, most people don't come out comas." Know it all.

"She has to wake up!" I yell. "She's pregnant! I need her! I love her! She just can't be a vegetable for the rest of her life!"

"I'm really sorry, but that's just how most people work. And if they do wake up, they usually have some mental damage. Sometimes they don't remember a month or two before, for some five years, or sometimes even ten!"

"But Collette isn't most people! She's the unique one. She's- She's my fiancee! Isn't there a spell to get her out of it?"

"Not that I know of."

"I have to get her to St. Mungo's. If you'll excuse us...." I apparate to just outside the visitors' entrance. I step inside the phonebooth. I carefully sit Collette down and punch in the numbers. A cool, female voice speaks.

"State your business and name."

"My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm with Collette Simmons, who is severely ill. We need help now!" Two badges tumble out of the change slot, with our names on either one and "Medical Emergency" also written on them. I pin the badges on both of us. The booth rattles and shakes, then lowers down, down, into the ground.

I pick Collette up as it stops. I sprint s the spacious atrium over to the front desk. The man sitting there directs me to my floor and room. I lay her down on the hospital bed and wait anxiously for the nurse to come in.

"It'll be ok, Collette," I tell her. "I'm here for you. Hold on. It'll be ok." Really, I'm just lying to the both of us. Nothing is going to be alright.

The nurse comes in within the next minute. "It seems that Collette is in a coma," she confirms.

"She can't be! She's with child! She's my world, my life, my everything!"

"You're making it seem as if the girl is dead. You're both lucky." She inspects Collette carefully for signs of damage.

"You call being a vegetable lucky?!"

"There's a chance that she'll wake up. It's very slim, though. Some people can stay in a coma for years."

"I'm loosing her," I whisper to myself. I'm loosing the one I love, my child, my whole world. Everything that I love is basically gone. Everything I hold dear just slips away. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I let them fall freely.

I remember that my folks are still fighting at Hogwarts. I decide to take a quick trip back, then bring mum, dad, and maybe Erica to St. Mungo's.
I return soon after with my parents and Erica behind me. Theytold me that many people died at Hogwarts and Potter saved the day. Yay![Note the sarcasm.]

"Oh, my God," they breathe when they spy her seemingly lifeless body lying on the white hospital bed.

After sitting with Collette and murmuring words to her and each other, Erica leaves the room and mom and dad find friends to talk to, leaving me alone with Collette.

"Collette," I plead. "You've got to snap out of it. I know you. I know how strong you are. Sure, you're a softie now, but remember how strong you used to be? Do this for old time's sake. Do it for the baby. Do this for me. I can't bear to live with out you. I love you." Her eye twitches. "Collette? Can you hear me? Move something if you can hear me." A pause, then her finger twitches as well. I hear the faintest moan come like a ghost from her body.

"Collette?" I gasp in awe.

"Wha- What the fuck are you talking about, Malfoy?"

What's going on?

End Draco's POV