Chapter 12:
It was the middle of the night. Draco had his arms wrapped around Sophie's waist, while his face was burried into her neck. He was asleep, and Sophie was stroking his hair.
She felt his sleep being uneasy.
She, on the other hand, was wide awake. She was crying, but didn't want him to see it.
She was the cause of Draco's death. And she was the cause of Mary having a not to good childhood.
At least, that's how she felt it. She felt responsible. If she didn't do this weak thing called dying, Draco would never started with his drinking problems , and he would never blame Mary.
Because it was not Mary's fault. Not the slightest.
She felt Draco's head move. He moved it away from her neck and then he stretched.
Then she realised he had waken up, because he looked up at her face.
"What's the matter, baby?" He asked and stroke her cheek. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying.
"It's nothing" she answered and looked away. He put his hand on her chin and gently turned her head back.
"I know it's something." He said softly.
"I'm just so scared" she sobbed "I'm the cause of your death in the future!"
"No, Your not! It's my own stupidity that kills me!" Draco said. She sniffled. "Come here" he said and opened his arms to her. She cuddled up to his chest as he stroke her hair. "I love you so much, you can't imagine!" He told her. She smiled.
"I love you to" she said. He smiled and stroke her hair until he felt her calm breathing. She was asleep.
The year passed. It was tough. Voldemort got more and more power. Snape was now principal at Hogwarts, but Sophie and Draco didn't go back. Voldemorts orders.
Not a day passed without Sophie and Draco missing their daughter.
Of course, at some point war broke out at Hogwarts. Many died. Snape, Lupin, Tonks and Fred among them.
Sophie smiled a little to herself as she saw Voldemort disappear into ashes. She knew he was her father, but the world would be a lot safer for her baby girl to grow up in without voldemort.
But then it struck her: Draco. Where was he? She just hoped he hadn't died.
She walked into the great hall, where all the wounded were. Further into the hall, she spotted him. On a stretcher.
She rushed over, he had to be alive. He had to, she needed him.
She looked down at him, he was awake. He was just laying because of his leg. It was broken.
"Oh Draco" she said and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly where he lay. He wrapped his arms around her as well.
"I ment to go looking for you, but..." He started.
"I don't care! Your alive, that's what matters to me" she cut him of. Madame Pomfrey came over after a couple of minutes.
"Sorry it took some time" she apologize and started fixing Draco's leg.
"Thank you" he said when she was done, but Madame Pomfrey had already rushed to the next person needing to be healed.
Draco sat up and looked at Sophie. She sat next to him, looking back. Waiting for him to say what he had on his mind.
He took out a little box from his pocket and opened it. "I wanna marry you Sophie!" He said.
After they had been in the future with Mary, he had suggested they just got married at once. But she wanted to wait until voldemort was beaten. Because she knew he'd never approve.
She smiled. "I guess i don't have any further excuses not to" she said. He smiled, and slipped the ring onto her finger. Then he gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
When they were done kissing, she opened her mouth to say something, and closed it again. Thinking for a moment.
"But we have to delay it" she said with a little smile.
"W-why?" He asked.
"We're gonna see Mary again soon" she said. He smiled, he knew what she ment. She was pregnant. But then it struck him.
"B-but you'll die" he said.
"I'll do everything not to. And i don't wanna think of it. Let's just enjoy this, alright?" She said.
"Yeah" he said and smiled. "I'll do everything to prevent you from dying" he promises. He knew they were very young, but he still was very excited. He felt ready for this. To be a father. And he swore to take care of Mary to the best of his efforts.
