Chapter 19 : Pain of Loosing Somebody
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“That Gala last night was a waste of time.”
“I had a great time,” Hermione smiled lying back on the chair.
“You had at least five men hit on you, and you danced with all of them for an hour, two of them even longer,” Blaise scoffed sitting up in his chair.
“I need the distraction Blaise,” Hermione sighed.
“Not that type of distraction.”
“Blaise, please I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well we’re going to Hermione.”
“Blaise, I really don’t think right on-,”
“Right now is the time! It’s been nearly eight days and you’ve spoken to him once, it was brief and you were fighting. How do you think he’s doing? What about Scoripus? Should Scoripus be living in a broken home? He doesn’t need any of this, Scoripus needs both of his parents, and you still love him. You know you still love him, and that’s what you’re terrified of. You’re bored, you’re bored and you know it, you want him back. Deep down in your heart you know you want him back. Hermione, you’re miserable, and I hate to say this but you look like hell.”
Hermione felt herself begin to choke on her own words and slowly she glanced down at her fingers holding on together.
“I think I’m going to go get my hair cut,” Hermione replied changing the subject.
“Avoid it all you want, it’s going to come back to bite you in the ass,” Blaise muttered as she stood up and walked away.
“How was your hair cut?” Blaise asked as Hermione walked in the large front doors of the cottage.
“Just what I needed,” Hermione replied continuing her walk up the couch.
“Being monosyllabic?” He inquired raising an eyebrow.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Can you elaborate on that?”
“What’s your problem?”
“Ready to go home?”
“Your actual home?”
Hermione sat quiet for a few minutes starring at her fingers that were toying with her hair. Suddenly, the phone in the kitchen began ringing and Blaise quickly rose to his feet and strode off into the other room before Hermione could react.
“Hello… Yes… We’re in Italy… She’s in the other room… Mom, what’s going on… Where’s Scoripus… Mom…” Hermione quickly rose to her feet as the sound of her son’s name and ran to Blaise.
“What’s going on?” She panicked.
“Mother… Yes… We’ll be right there… Make sure he stays calm… Tell him we’ll be right there… Please.”
“What’s going on Blaise?”
“I need you to go change, a comfortable set of clothes. Don’t ask questions just do it!” Blaise demanded.
Hermione quickly ran out of the kitchen and into her bedroom riffling through her clothes quickly, searching for anything in sight. She grabbed a pair of black leggings, a charcoal sweater and her black flats. Pulling her newly cut hair into a ponytail she grabbed her wand, putting it inside her purse, and running back down to Blaise.
“Take my hand, we’re apparating to St. Mungo’s, whatever you do, you have to promise to stay calm, alright?” He explained.
Hermione nodded her head and quickly gripped onto Blaise’s hand, clutching tightly as the tug and pull of apparation pulled at the both of them.
Suddenly, the bright familiar halls of St. Mungo’s came in sight and Hermione glanced at the emptiness. Blaise kept her now limp hand in his and led her down the hallway towards the emergency and intensive care area of the castle.
Pushing the large white doors open Hermione stood still and released Blaise’s hand as she heard the noise of sobs and sniffles filling the chilling walls. Slowly, she walked over to her mother and Narcissa kneeling down slowly in front of them.
“Mother, what’s wrong?” Hermione whispered in a pleading voice. She watched as her mother covered her face in her white handkerchief and produced more sobs along with Narcissa.
“Narcissa?” Hermione asked glancing over at her; more tears sprang to her eyes preventing her from talking.
Hermione quickly rose and rushed over to the lone man standing in the corner of the room with an impassive expression on his face, “Lucius, please, I’m begging you, tell me what’s wrong.”
Lucius raised his head and wiped a lone tear lying steady on his cheek and glanced at Hermione sympathetically, “It’s Scoripus,” He choked.
Her hand flew to her mouth and she shook her head rapidly, feeling the tears spring to her eyes at an alien like speed. They began to shed rapidly and she felt herself fall to the floor, clutching her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth.
Harry and Ginny quickly rushed around the corner of the castle, tears filling Ginny’s eyes. She felt her stomach jolt at the sight of Hermione on the ground curled up, with everything she’d been suffering through, this would completely destroy her. Hesitantly, Ginny stepped back from Hermione knowing she would want to be left alone and embraced both Catalina and Narcissa in a tight hug, full of pain filled tears.
Harry walked over to Blaise and placed his hand on his shoulder squeezing lightly. He felt Blaise turn around and hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder, lightly, as well.
“What happened?” Hermione asked breaking the silence. She stood up slowly, feeling dizzy from the mixture of the speed she rose at, and the headache she had from crying.
“Now’s not the time,” Catalina began with a cracked voice.
“Please,” She sobbed falling back down to her knees, “I just want to know what happened to my baby.”
“I was at your home, tending to Draco and Scoripus. Draco had fallen asleep on the small couch in Scoripus’s room with Scoripus in his arms. A small fairytale book was on the floor, and a blanket was strewn over the both of them,” Narcissa began, sobbing with her story, “I woke up Draco and informed him I was moving Scoripus to his crib, and he fell back to sleep after I told him. And I came into the room moments later after a large clattering and breaking of a window had happened. I walked in and Draco was in the corner clutching Scoripus tightly in his hands. The bedroom window was cracked and a small vile was shattered on the floor. Cuts and bruises filled Draco’s body immensely, and he said she broke in. She gave Scoripus the bottle, and it was a poison. And he said there was nothing he could do, he was under the Crucio curse and was stranded in the corner, watching with his own eyes. Hermione, dear we brought him here as soon as we could, he’s right in there. The healers did everything they could; now it’s his bodies choice, his body decides what goes from here.”
“Where’s Draco?” She sobbed rising to her feet.
“Around the corner, he wanted to be left alone.”
Hermione lightly nodded her head and continued to let her tears fall from her eyes and trail down her face leaving the red streaks. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly and slowly rounded the corner stopping in the middle of the hallway at the sight in front of her.
Draco sat there, on the ground, with his knees pulled to his chest, and his arms covering his face. She watched as his shoulders moved rapidly, and listened to his low sobs. Several rips were in his jeans, and a few rips were in his white t-shirt now lightly covered up by a black jacket. His hair was tousled furiously and all she could think about was getting to his side and apologizing. All Hermione longed for was to be in his arms, listening to his reassurance, having him there for her. All Hermione wanted was her husband.
He listened carefully as the sound of soft footsteps rounded the corner of the hall, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want anybody’s reassurance, he didn’t want his mother or Catalina’s sympathy, all he wanted was his son to be okay, and his wife to forgive. He continued to punish himself, blaming himself for everything that happened. Draco felt more tears fall from his eyes. He raised his head, placing it against the cold white wall and inhaled deeply, feeling the tears fall more down his permanently stained face.
“Draco?” He heard a sweet voice call from a few feet away from him. He quickly snapped his head to the right and glanced at the pair of beautiful emerald eyes he had missed for the past few days. He slowly rose to his feet and walked towards Hermione, stopping a few inches away from her face.
Hermione glanced up at Draco and felt as his presence towered over her, making her feel like a coward, and terrified. Without thought she threw her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. She felt his arms wrap themselves strongly around her shoulders, and his head rest in the crook of her neck. His tears fell freely down his face and onto her shoulder, making more tears produce from her eyes.
“Why is this happening?” She cried clutching onto his shirt tightly pulling away from his hug to glance up at him.
Draco shook his head and watched as one of his tears fell from his face and onto her soft cheek. Hermione slowly raised her hand to her cheek, pricking the tears off with her finger and placing her hand on Draco’s cheek.
He lowered his face to hers and pulled her lips to his own slowly, relishing in the alien like feeling he hadn’t experienced in eight days. Draco felt Hermione’s hand raise to the back of his head tugging on the small strands of hair, pulling him closer to her, listening as a slight moan escaped her lips. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pressing her against the cold white wall, pushing his body up against hers, contradicting the temperature on her body. He licked the edge of her bottom lip slowly, nipping at the corner of her mouth, and then continued his kisses all the way down to the end of her jawline and back up to her mouth.
Hermione pulled Draco’s mouth back to her own and kissed him roughly, but it was a roughness filled with passion, lust, and intimacy, something they had both missed for a long time. Draco pulled his face away from hers and pressed his forehead against her own, breathing heavily, inhaling her vanilla and strawberry scent.
“I told you I would never leave you again,” Draco smiled against her lips.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione whispered closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry as well; I’m a fool and never should have let her set foot past the front gates. Do you have it anywhere in your large, caring heart to forgive me?”
Hermione smiled lightly, and nodded her head kissing him chastely on the mouth then pulling back to press her forehead against his own again
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy?” The Healer asked walking from the room holding Scoripus. Draco and Hermione quickly rose from their seats and walked over to the Healer along with everybody else.
“Yes?” Draco asked after Hermione became mute.
“He’s unconscious right now, but his body is beginning to heal slowly. Although, we don’t know if there is any permanent damage, we’ll need to take it slow and careful once he has come fully back to term. A large thing you may be fully concerned about is the physical scars that were left on him from the poison. ” The Healer explained.
“Permanent damage?” Hermione whimpered feeling more tears prick her eyes. Draco wrapped a strong arm around her shoulder, bringing her close to his body.
“Yes, this may seem hard for you, but we need you to remain calm, the worst thing you can do is overreact.”
“When can we see him?” Draco asked.
“Now, but only two at a time, please.”
“Thank you,” Hermione whispered clutching Draco’s hand tightly in her own. He smiled reassuringly at her before opening the door to the large white room and listened as Hermione’s voice cracked, and sobs filled the room.
There he was, in the large child-like hospital bed, draped in white and grey sheets, with white bandages wrapped around his small arms and a few on his forehead. His small eyes were closed lightly, and his blonde hair was falling in his closed eyes.
Hermione pulled her hand to her mouth and covered it tightly, kneeling down onto her knees next to the small bed. She gripped Scoripus’s hand in her own and held on, begging for a squeeze back inside her mind. She lied her head down on the side of the bed and let her tears fall down her cheeks slowly and onto the bed beneath her.
“Hermione?” Draco asked smoothly shaking her shoulder. Slowly, Hermione’s head rose off the bed and she quickly wiped the hair that had fallen from her face behind her ear.
“The Healer’s said we could come back in the morning,” Draco explained helping her to her feet.
Hermione nodded her head and glanced up at Draco impassively. Quickly, he took her hand and apparated away to the most familiar home she knew.
“Are you hungry?” He asked leading her out of the foyer.
“Hermione,” Draco began kneeling down in front of her after placing her in a chair, “What can I do to help?”
He watched as she heaved out a few more sobs she had been holding behind her pain filled eyes and wrapped her arms securely around his neck refusing to let go. Draco, after noticing what he had to do, picked her up and carried her down the large corridor of the manor and into their bedroom.
He placed her gently down on the bed and lied himself along with her. Draco pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, while nuzzling his chin into the crook of her neck. The sounds of her crying was a pain filled lullaby he listened to until he let unconsciousness overwhelm his aching body,