"Alchemists have found one element that has been known to work on few witches and wizards. While difficult to find the ingredients, one is particularly hard. A far land from here, you will have to travel then further to reach the summit. The Eye of the Pitcher Plant in a potion of Essence of Dittany will cause the brain to regrow around the tumor, and remove it completely, I have found."

The ink transcribed little of what she needed but everything she wanted. There was a way. Her stomach grew inside her chest as a euphoric sound escaped her mouth. There was a way. There was a cure.

But she had no idea of how to find "the Eye of the Pitcher Plant". No idea what "the summit" was and the "far land" could be anywhere between New Brighton and Portugal for all she knew.

"Lumos," she said aloud with a flick of her wand as she stood up and left the book open on the floor. Holding her wand away from her for a better view of her surroundings, Hermione searched for Herbology books.

Thankful for charms, Hermione quickly found a book and a section on Pitcher Plants. Discovering they were one of the rarest plants in the world, and relatively inaccessible; known only to be found on the summit of Mount Victoria in the Philippines. "A far land from here, you will have to travel then further to reach the summit." She'll have to travel far indeed.

In the hospital, Draco was waking up in a haze, the drugs barely wearing off.

"Ah, Mr Malfoy," A man came up to him wearing blue overalls, carrying a clipboard as he messed around with the tubes surrounding Draco.
"Is someone coming to collect you?" He spoke again.
Draco tried to reply, but only found his throat to be clogged-so he nodded instead.
"There's something I need to discuss with you while you wait, I won't be a moment."
Draco blinked at the man closed the curtains around him.

Hermione apparated to the same spot she dissaparated from the hospital, her heart pounding as she checked her wristwatch, hopping she wasn't too late for Draco.
Making her way around to the entrance of the hospital, Hermione laid eyes on a pale man in a wheel chair, clutching his bleach blonde head in his hands, and for a split second she thought it was him.
Remembering her path, Hermione worked her way down the same endless corridors and ended up right back looking through the window she had left him at.
The curtains were drawn closed around him, so Hermione had no idea if he was still there, but she snuck in anyway. Praying no nurse would question her this time, the woman walked up to his cubicle and peeked her head around the curtain.

A doctor was sitting next to him looking all serious. Draco was staring straight ahead. But before she could silently excuse herself and leave, both men had spotted her with tight smiles. The doctor left. Draco sat up.

"Hermione, I-"

"There's something we can do..."

Hermione showed him the ripped page with a nervous smile.

"You don't have to come."

"Of course I do! There's no way you're going on your own!"

"This is my last resort, Hermione, what if we don't get it right or we can't find everything we need?"

"I was your last resort, wasn't I? And I helped you-I think you have a knack of choosing exactly the right last resorts that will help you get through." Hermione smiled at him, but Draco looked away from her watery gaze, swallowing hard as he thought about Hermione coming with him on a search for an impossible mission.

"Are you sure you want to come?" Draco asked again seriously, his weak eyes shifting back to meet hers.

"If you don't stop questioning then I might not want to!"

"If you don't, then just say." Draco retorted immediately.

"I was the one who found out about it!" Hermione replied, exasperated. She ran her fingers through her hair before swallowing hard,

"Draco, I promised, I would." She said softly, her hand coming down and finding his on the bars of the bed.

"Thankyou," Draco's spoke quietly, his voice breaking.

Hermione quickly took her hand away, sensing the awkwardness of the sensitive touch.

"When should we go?"

"I guess that's up to the doctor."

"I don't think the doctor will even allow me to go..."

"What?"

"I'm probably not well enough to leave the bed, according to him..."

"Honestly, how long do we have left...a month? A few weeks?" Hermione was starting to panic, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

"A-" Draco started, his ashen grey face falling as he tried to force the words out of his dry mouth, "a couple of days..." he said it so casually, so loosely, that Hermione struggled to hear it, and would have missed the sentence completely if she wasn't looking out for the words, hanging onto every syllable as if they meant the world.

And they did mean the world.

"I can't lose you Draco, I love you."

"Love doesn't give two shits about the circumstances; love just is."
"Look, everybody experiences stuff," Hermione let in a shaky breath, her heart jumping to her throat, "Please, please, just try for me."

"I'll always try for you."