20 May, Sunday, 0415 BST

Draco yawned as he looked up to the ceiling. He turned to face the hospital bed and stumbled out of his chair. Draco was surprised to see his daughter snuggled up next to his wife. Draco waved his wand casting lumos.

"Drew. How did you get up there?" Draco asked as he patted Drew's head. He scooped her up into his free arm. "You're going to hurt mommy."

"She's fine, Draco," the witch softly said. "I'm alright."

"Lumos maximus," Draco yelled, waving his wand. The witch's eyes fluttered, as the room was flooded with white light.

The three medical personnel ran into the room, hearing all of the commotion. Greg was the first to notice the previously unconscious witch stirring. He nudged Ginny and nodded toward the patient.

"Hermione?" the ginger haired mediwitch asked.

"She's awake," Draco said breathlessly as he looked at the old nurse already looking over the patient. Draco then noticed the small child trembling slightly. He turned to Ginny. "She's burning up."

Hermione turned her head to see her husband hand the sleeping child to the former Gryffindor. The younger witch nodded at the mediwizard as he led her out.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked the old mediwitch.

"She's just running a fever, Hermione," Madame Pomfrey said calmly, smiling. Draco joined her at the bedside. "You on the other hand, gave us a fright."

"Hogwarts," Hermione said as she looked up at the old witch.

"Yeah," Madame Pomfrey smiled. "Just like old times, huh?"

"The Death Eaters, Draco," Hermione said, closing her eyes for a moment. "Roxanne and Kellen."

"They can't hurt you anymore," Draco said as he squeezed her hand.

"The weapons," she said looking into his eyes.

"Harry and Dean supervised the cataloguing and destruction of the Muggle weapons," Draco answered. "It took them several days but they were able to destroy the weapons and the Everbleeder potion as well."

Hermione hesitated as he looked at Draco. She gulped. "What day is it?"

Draco looked at Madame Pomfrey before he turned to look at his wife. He gave her a half smile before answering. "It's … it's Sunday, May 20th."

Hermione whimpered. She looked up to the ceiling before taking a breath. She coughed. Draco looked alarmed. She blew out a breath, "I feel like I've been sat on by a Hippogriff."

Both Draco and Madame Pomfrey laughed as they welcomed the comic relief. Madame Pomfrey nodded at the younger witch, "Well, eleven cracked ribs, two collapsed lungs, and a shattered clavicle due to ten Cruciatus curses might give you that sensation."

"I'm not going to die, am I?" Hermione half-joked.

"We'll do our preliminaries now," Madame Pomfrey said as she checked Hermione's reflexes. "Squeeze my fingers Hermione. Good. A little weak, but that's what two months of muscle atrophy will do to you. Now your toes, wiggle them for me.

"Good," the older woman said nodding her head. "We'll do further tests later on this morning when we're all fully awake. I'll message Elizabeth and Maureen. I don't think Maureen would mind coming in a few days earlier than usual."

The older witch squeezed Hermione's shoulder. She nodded at Draco before excusing herself from the room to go check on the two-year old and her handlers.

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Hermione's eyes started to well up as she looked straight at him. She gulped. "I was going to tell you at dinner that Wednesday," she said softly. "You never showed up."

Draco whimpered. "I'm so sorry, Hermione."

She looked up at him before giving his hand a squeeze. "It wasn't your fault, Draco. They used Obliviate."

Draco sat down on the hospital bed and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He pulled out the familiar silver rope chain. The two rings clinked. Hermione looked up at him. He pulled the smaller gold band from the chain. He replaced the silver chain around his neck, feeling the Wizarding band hit softly against his chest.

He shrugged his shoulders as he looked at her. She gave him a weak smile. Hermione held out her left hand weakly. Draco's hand shook slightly. He replaced the gold band onto her finger as his chest clenched. He looked at her and returned her hand squeeze. "We're going to be okay," he said as he moved off the bed. He kissed her on her forehead, before sitting back down in his familiar chair. He rested his head on his forearms, giving her a reassuring smile.

Hermione nodded her head as her eyes closed. Draco watched her chest rise and fall before his own eyes faltered. He, too, fell asleep.

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