AN-So here it is. I must say, it’s been hell moving, I’m still without internet, I managed to sneak over to the library and upload this.
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Chapter 15 Goodbyes
Statics show that the man’s always the first to go. So if that’s true, why is Draco sitting here next to the bed that his wife of almost sixty-five years lay dying? He watched as their grandchildren and great-grandchildren came to say goodbye before their children came in.
“Tristan, take care of your father for me.” Hermione said, grasping her youngest son’s hand. He nodded, tears filling his eyes. She turned heard to Anita and Adair. “I’m so proud of all of you. You were the best things to ever happen to me.”
For the past year, Hermione had gotten sicker and weaker. The healer said that there were options, but Hermione just accepted that her time was coming and that her next adventure was waiting for her. Everyone filed out of the room, leaving Draco alone, holding her hand, unwilling to say goodbye.
“Don’t go yet,” He pleaded as her breathing grew irregular. No, she can’t go yet! Draco couldn’t be without her. He wasn’t ready for her to leave. Hermione forced her eyes open.
“I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes.” She whispered. Draco nodded and kissed her one last time, saying he loved her as Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut one last time and her breathing stopped. Draco stroked her silver hair that surrounded her like a halo and let a lone tear slide down his cheek.
It had been five years since Hermione had passed. It was hard on everyone, especially Draco who was surprised he made it a year without her let alone the five. Tristan would come over to visit him and walked him to her grave every Saturday.
Today, he turned eighty-nine. His children had thrown him a dinner party and he had met his great-great-granddaughter for the first time tonight, named after Hermione. She was a precious little baby, only four months old. His family had grown so big in a few short years, he noted as he looked around the crowded reception room that the party was held at.
A few of his and Hermione’s friends were present. Harry and his daughter Rosaline, who was the spitting image of Luna, were there. Ron and his wife, along with their five children. Neville had passed away just last year and his presence was greatly missed.
Draco tiredly dressed for bed, replaying the night over in his head, but grew frustrated with the buttons of his night shirt and called the house elf.
“Will master be requiring anything further?” The house elf asked in a squeaky voice as she helped Draco lay down.
“No, thank you. You can go off duty now.” The elf’s already wide eyes widened further as Draco dismissed it. He closed his eyes and quickly drifted to sleep fast.
When he opened his eyes, Draco wanted to slap himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Before him was Hogwarts in all her glory in the setting sun, he hadn’t stepped foot on its grounds in fifty years, when Tristan graduated. He looked around and noticed he was in the carriages. As he stepped down off of it, he noticed something peculiar. He was dressed in royal purple robes; he was definitely not wearing those when he fell asleep. And then Draco noticed something even stranger. He lifted his hands for closer inspection and noted that his once wrinkled skin was now as smooth as it was when he was seventeen.
“I must be dreaming,” Draco mused aloud, strolling down the slopping bank to the birch tree by the lake, their tree. As he drew closer, he noticed a small crown gathered around the tree. He could see several of his old professors, his mother and Aunt Andromeda. Standing off to one side was a man who looked exactly like Harry with his arm around a red headed woman; he could only assume it was Harry’s parents. And that’s when he saw his angel, the thing that assured him he wasn’t dreaming.
Hermione was standing under the shade of the tree, wearing a white sundress. She beamed up at him as he reached her and wrapped her securely in his arms. “What took you so long?”
“I’m sorry I keep you waiting,” He murmured, picking her up with ease and kissing her deeply. Faintly, he could hear applause, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He was with Hermione again…forever.
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