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Chapter 17: The New Mrs. Malfoy
“Are you sure about this?” Hermione asked, looking up at the sterilized white building. It had been three months since she had last Salt Rocks. Three months since Draco had proposed to her.
Draco looked at Hermione and kissed his hand.
“I’m positive about this. It’s the best thing for all of us.” Draco assured Hermione, putting his arm around her shoulder. Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. She hated hospitals, the smell of the white, sterilized doctors gloves always seemed to get to her head and make her feel faint but with Draco she felt safe.
Hermione took another deep breath and braced herself to walk into hell, “What if I can’t do this? What if I forget what to say?” Draco grabbed Hermione’s shoulders and kissed her forehead.
“You can do this. You put one foot in front of another and if you forget what to say just say ‘hi’.” Hermione ducked her head and laughed, “Hermione, you can do this. I promise.” He kissed Hermione’s forehead once more before entwining their hands. Hermione looked up at the sterilized building again and forced a smile. She could be strong. She was best friends with Harry Potter, she had dealt with things worse than a simple hospital, but then again. There were too many memories in hospital for her. She had watched her childhood best friend - Emily - die in a hospital and her grandfather had also died in a hospital bed.
Hospitals were defiantly not her best friends.
“Mione, are you sure you’re okay?” Draco asked, squeezing Hermione’s hand in reassurance. Hermione looked up at Draco and smiled, kissing him on his cheek.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just... Memories.” She mused, running her finger nails along her forearm.
“Can I help you sir?” The lady at the desk asked, flicking through her papers. Hermione tried her best to hold her breath. To try and block out the stench of all the sterilized objects but it was no avail.
“Yes, please, my name is Draco Malfoy. I am here to see Narcissa Malfoy, is she available?” The plump lady filtered through her papers until she came to ‘M’.
“Yes, she is. Up on the fourth floor I’m sure you know how to get there.” Draco smiled at the lady and she went smitten.
“Thank you.” Draco said, grabbing Hermione’s hand and leading her towards the stairs.
“Hey!” Hermione said, nudging Draco in the stomach softly, “Stop flirting with the lady at counter.” Draco pretended to look hurt, but he had a mischievous glint in his eyes,
“Flirting? I did no such thing!” Hermione shook her head at Draco and began to climb the stairs, “Oh come on, don’t be like that!” Draco said, laughing at Hermione. Eventually, they reached the fourth level and opened the doors.
Hermione recognized two people. One of them was her former defense against the dark arts ‘Gilderoy Lockhart’ who was waddling around, commenting on everything and then after he’d done a full circle of the room he would comment on everything again, ‘he re-lost his memory again’ Draco explained, whispering into her ear. She nodded, remembering the last time they met at St. Mungo’s. Hermione passed several more beds, all full with sick and mentally ill patients, until finally, she reached a bed by the window where a frail woman sat.
It was Mrs. Malfoy Hermione realized with a jolt. Narcissa Malfoy had certainly aged a lot since she had last seen her. Mrs. Malfoy always used to portray elegance and regality to Hermione, now, she looked like a shell of a person with no living soul inside of her.
“Mum?” Mrs. Malfoy turned her head slowly, looking for the source of the noise. When Mrs. Malfoy laid eyes on her son, her face automatically brightened up.
“Draco!” she exclaimed, her voice sounding as though it hadn’t been used in centuries, “Whose your friend?” Her voice sounded as crackly as an old radio. Mrs. Malfoy indicated to Hermione who stood by idly observing the mother and son relationship.
“Mother, this is Hermione. You remember her right?” Mrs. Malfoy nodded slowly, taking a sip of her water, “Well, this is Hermione. Hermione Malfoy. Mother, say hello to your daughter-in-law.”
“Future daughter-in-law?” Mrs. Malfoy corrected, staring curiously at Hermione, who felt incredibly vulnerable under Mrs. Malfoy hard and cold stare.
“No, she is your daughter-in-law. We got married two months ago, in a small church in the middle of nowhere. I just thought you might like to meet her.” Mrs. Malfoy pointedly looked out the window that overlooked London. Hermione felt a pang of sadness. She was so close to being welcomed into the family and then, just at the last minute, she decided no.
Draco stared at Hermione, ‘say something!’ he mouthed. Hermione shook her head wildly, refusing to say a word, ‘oh come on!’ he mouthed back. Taking a deep breath, Hermione summoned up all her strength and spoke,
“Hi, Mrs. Malfoy. Look I know you don’t want me to be in your family, because I’m a mudblood and that I might taint the wizarding line but I want you to know that I love your son—” Mrs. Malfoy held up and slim, slender finger and turned her head so that she faced Hermione and Draco. She leaned forward in her hospital bed and curled a finger, indicating for Hermione to come towards her.
The sadness Hermione felt a moment ago, was replaced with fear. What if she didn’t like me? What if she didn’t want me in her family?
But what if she does? That thought sparked up a surge of hope. Hermione took a deep breath and walked towards Mrs. Malfoy.
Mrs. Malfoy leaned forward in her bed, her mouth practically touching Hermione’s ear, her voice full of Malfoy sarcasm.
“Welcome to the family.”
Author's Note: Well, that's all folks! Salt Rocks is now offically finished! I still can't comphrend that it's over, it's been such a big part of my life. I'm going to say now that I don't have any dramione plunnies at the moment (that aren't freakishly cliche'd) so don't expect any soon.
Thank you for being such amazing readers and reviewers; thank you for putting up with my incredibly late updates, my OOCs, my mistakes and my dodgy writing. Special thanks to cutiekaren126 who was my first reviewer and has with this story through everything :) I love you all so much!!
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE ITS OVER! *grabs tissue box*