A/N: This is for the november writing month and is 364 words. it's also for the mulitple pairings challenge, and the dragon breeding club challenge.
Rabastan was sat by his wife's bedside and didn't want to leave.
He knew that Hermione only had a little time left and he wanted to spend every moment he could with her.
"Rab?" she murmured as she tossed and turned,
"I'm here, my love," he said as he took her hand in his.
The door opened, but Rabastan kept his eyes on the bed.
"How is she?" Harry asked, morosely.
"She's asleep most of the time now, and says my name every now and again, but that's it," he replied.
"It's not your fault. They were the ones who gave her the poison, not you," Harry said, trying to reassure the other man.
"I know Potter, but if she wasn't with me then she wouldn't have been targeted," Rabastan replied bitterly.
He had blamed himself ever since they had found out what had happened and why.
"Hermione would never have been happy without you," Harry said, putting his hand on the other man's shoulder.
Usually, the elder man didn't like to be touched by anyone except his wife, but Harry felt compelled to show Rabastan his support.
"I can't help it though. She would have grown old, had children, and be able to live her life."
"Hermione would tell you that you're being foolish. The best years of her life were spent with you and she would not have had it any other way."
"I know," Rabastan sighed.
Hermione started tossing again and her hand slipped out of his.
"Make it stop. Please make the pain stop," she begged.
"Shh, love. It's okay," he said before turning to harry, "Fetch the healer,"
A few hours later and a few others were gathered around Hermione's bed.
The healer had informed them that now the pain had set in she only a few hours left. She had been given a sedative and pain relief to make her comfortable.
Her breaths became laboured and short until they finally stopped.
Rabastan sat in the chair next to her bed and let his tears fall. He didn't care that everyone could see his emotions. All he cared about was the fact that his loving wife was now gone.