A/N: All we have to say is – 'Hallelujah' Imogen Heap (Second Portion of this chapter)

Finally getting the hang of swirling through the memories, each man was able to fall properly on their feet, landing into a small-ish pink room.

Before the memory proceeded young Draco placed his hand on his older self's shoulder. "You…Uh, well… We really loved her, huh?" – "Yes." He breathed, nodding his head.

"Love please, please let me use magic." Draco pleaded with Hermione as he was setting out the pieces to the crib.

"No. I told you how much this meant to me. I want it done properly with your time given to it."
Pouting, Draco rolled his eyes, "Fine."

Hermione handed him the instructions, "Looks quite simple, if you ask Me."

"Uh, yeah because you're not the one doing it." He teased, poking her swollen belly.

"I'll be back shortly. Anything you need while I'm out?" She asked as she was headed for the door.

"Nope. Just you." Draco said while he was skimming over the instructions.

Once she had turned on her heel, Draco looked up and hurried toward her, pulling her body into him, and began nibbling her ear. "I love you, Missus Malfoy."

"Mm, I love you too, Draco." She said turning into his lips. "No magic." She pecked his nose, and scurried through the door as he pinched her arse. "Later perhaps, if you behave." She called back to him. He shook his head as he smiled.

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"Merlin, that woman!" He said to no one, while holding up two parts of the crib before him, as he was looking at the instructions. "Fucking ridiculous." He glanced at the framed picture of the ultrasound his wife had gotten at some muggle healers office. "You're lucky I love you, little one."

"Oi Draco!" Theo called out from the front door, "You here mate?"

"Yeah, in Baby Walburga's room."

Theo walked in with a smug look on his face, "You're really naming my God daughter that? How's it going?"

Draco drew a grim line upon his lips, "No, and how do you fucking think?"

Theo's eyes widened, "You're doing it the muggle way?"

Draco stared up at the man standing before him. "Obviously... You know, I thought you were smart? Don't you know who I am married to?" He retorted.

"Yeah, but, I just kind of figured you'd not listen and use magic anyway. That's what you always do."

"No, she'd kill me. This is important. Not supper, or making the bed." He laughed.

Theo sat down crossing his legs in front of Draco, and grabbed the instructions, "Where's part A?"

Draco looked around the room full of wooden pieces, "Uh… Here!"

Once the crib was finally finished, Theo had run into the kitchen to grab a handle of Firewhisky to celebrate their cleverness of putting together the crib 'the muggle way'.

Sporting two glasses, he cheered, "Hear, hear!" Handing one to Draco. "That was difficult to say the least." He said as he tossed back the first drink. When he pulled the glass back down from his lips, his eyes escaped to the dresser where the single white rose had laid. Theo followed his gaze, "What is it mate?"

Draco moved over to the dresser slowly, and picked up the rose that Hermione had kept all of those years, examining it. He swore he had seen something move within it.

"What's going on? You having a life epiphany?" Theo asked as he watched his friend, puzzled.

Draco flipped the rose toward the ground and two drops of red fell to the carpeted floor at his bare feet.

The wizard dropped the rose from his fingertips, running from the nursery, Theo followed after. "What the fuck is going on?" He yelled breathlessly. "Gods, I should be in better shape since all my extracurricular activity."

Draco swung open the front door ignoring Theo, dashing down the stairs. No shoes. No shirt.

Once he made it to the bottom step, he felt his heart stop, his breathing ceased, and the only sound was of Theo's footsteps pounding down the stairs.

He knew before he even could speculate her wounds, her life was unsalvageable.

Draco fell to his knees onto the concrete beside his wife. A milk glass had been shattered; swirling white mixed with crimson beside Hermione's head.

"Sweetheart." He whispered as he moved her matted hair to the side. "Who did this to you?"

"B-Bellat-trix." She stuttered. Draco clenched his jaw, about to scour out with screaming, but only it was ceased when Hermione's bloody hand brushed his cheek with her thumb.

"If I could turn back t-time. I'd f-find y-you soon..er… s-so I-I could love you even l-longer."

"I'll be seeing you." She pushed out, with a weak smile.

"Don't you dare die on me, Hermione…Don't you do it." Draco shook his head as tears sputtered down his cheek dripping onto her face. He knew she had lost too much blood, her heartbeat was ever so faint. Hermione's amber eyes glossed over as she stared up at him, showing him her love one last time. Her lifeless hand fell from his face.

"N-No, n-no." Draco stuttered desolated, as tears were streaming down his face. He pulled Hermione's head into his lap, "N-no. No. love, no." He started rocking himself and her back and forth, leaning down pulling her face close to his. Kissing her lips, "Hermione, come on my love, no." Draco choked out.

Theo watched from the bottom stair, crying his own tears. "Oh fuck."

"No, no, no…" Draco repeated on and on.

Draco had fallen to his knees, reliving this memory once more. This was something he just couldn't take, rocking himself lightly, pleading with the scene, "No. No."

The elder Theo tugged the back of Draco's cloak and pulled him up from his knees, and the four of them drew out of the memory and back into Dumbledore's office.

Falling into Theo's arms, Draco cried out into his chest, for the first time since Hermione's death.
Draco had been mostly silent, brooding, and out of touch since she had died.
Theo knew that this was coming, he just hadn't known when.

"Come on, mate. Get it together." Theo said, as he rubbed circles on his back.
"I should've went with her, Th-Theo. I should have went with her."

The younger Draco watched with a statue expression, and young Theo squeezed his shoulder. "Believe it now?"