Edited 6/24/23: Minor Grammar/Spelling. About 100 words of clarification and comfort added
Chapter 3/3! Make sure to read 53 and 54 before this one! :)
Wednesday, June 24, 1998
Hermione accomplished next to nothing that day. She spent the vast majority of the day browsing through the library and began a book on Magical Pregnancy and Childcare.
That evening, falling asleep without Draco, she was reminded why she wanted to hurry this War along. She couldn't wait to be a full family, Draco and Theo in her bed, her parents safe at home, and Narcissa hovering from her chic London flat. As she fell asleep that night, she tossed and turned for hours. Bellatrix, as always, featured heavily in her nightmares. This time though, she was taken down a dark path of what the world would look like if Tom won the War. She woke up with a gasp, looking down at her Draco, who'd jolted awake with her.
"Shhh," he cooed, pulling her down towards him. "It was just a bad dream. Theo and I are here. We'll always be here."
"But what if something happens to you?" she whispered.
"We'll cross that bridge if it ever comes to be, but know that I don't intend on going anywhere," he said, kissing her forehead.
"But, what if he forces you to-" she started.
"I'll always be me," he said softly. "No matter what that bastard orders me to do. Everything I do is for you three."
She sighed and nodded, settling further into his arms. She felt Draco drift back to sleep, btu couldn't stop her brain from thinking about what Draco could be forced to become or who Theo would have to pretend to be.
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