Horizon

Well hello, here it comes the second chapte so please enjoy. oh and thank you to all who reviewed keep on it please.


*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*

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“Get some rest now, Mimi”



“Don’t leave me Fred, Please?” she looked at him, she knew she was exhausted but so afraid that if she closed her half lidded eyes, he’ll be gone.



That’s when she saw it, besides Fred was a small little girl with curly auburn hair and dark blue eyes.



“Who are you?” she asked to the little girl, who in exchange looked at Fred, he picked her up in his arms and let a single tear slid down his always smiling face.



“Sleep Mimi” Hermione was about to protest but she fell asleep without even notice. “Now, little angel let’s go and let mummy sleep, Yeah?”



The little girl hid her face on the crook of his neck and Fred just caressed her curly hair “Can I visit her later?”



“Oh little angel of course, she’s your mum, of course you can come visit her” she hugged him with huge force, beaming with happiness “Now what do you say about you and your dear uncle Fred playing a couple of pranks on those uptight angels and eat some cloud cotton candy?”



“Yes!” she laughed and he chuckled enveloping themselves in a radiant light and disappearing in a second.



Draco was only half asleep when a blinding light came from the inside of the half curtain clad room, and he could have swear two spirits were there, who was this broken rag doll which have this two strong and kind beings watching her.



Draco made his way the clad side of the room and only so slightly pulling the curtain to a side with enough space to pop his head in what he saw left him speechless or more accurate WHO he saw…



“Granger” he breathed, rag doll was Hermione Jean Granger, well really it was Weasley but to hell with that, the question here was ‘How in Hades Hermione Granger, a war hero ended up looking like that?’



“Fred?” she asked hoarsely her throat was hurting still, then it happen, broken caramel brown eyes met steely icy looking ones. And she jumped back just to wince in pain. “Malfoy what are you doing here?”



Draco didn’t know how to respond, he had changed since the war, but that power struggle between them never has really subsided, but right now was no time to petty wit fight between a snake and a lioness, a broken one at that.



The question was left unanswered because a medi-witch entered with more vials on a tray “Excuse me? Are you her next of kin, Mr. Malfoy?”



“I am certainly…”



“Yes, he is” answer Hermione quickly, just to be met by a very puzzle looking Malfoy, so she did the only thing she swore never to do with a Malfoy, she pleaded him, with her eyes.



Draco was about to deny it but when he looked at her to let her down, he saw the silent plea of the strong headed Gryffindor and her broken stare, ‘who dull your shine, Granger?’



“Very well Mr. Malfoy will you wait outside with your wife, please?” he just nodded and exited but not exactly to his wife side. She was so peacefully sleeping he just couldn’t dare to wake her up because he was upset and she well, she was one of those who just knew. ‘Because of all people, I married an Aura Reader’ he thought with a small smile.



He was pacing again, why have he agreed to keep on with the lie of being Hermione Weasley’s next of kin, the gods only know, they still enemies at some point, no longer on the different sides of a battlefield, just as he called it a personal last battle not yet finished.



A Healer came in and the medi-witch just went out, looking back at Draco with a small smile. ‘Is she nuts?’



The medi-witch made Hermione drink the foul tasting potions, and dare to ask her “How come two people who stood in so different grounds are now trusting in each other so much?”



Hermione grimaced at the last potion and at the question too “We grew up, and let all the past in the past, start anew, you know” Wow if it wasn’t because she ached so much, she would have patted herself on the back, she have turn into a great actress and lies weaver.



The medi-witch frowned a little and Hermione made her ‘checkmate’ move “The fight, the war where kids were dragged, was against a prejudice beast and a bunch of prejudice people, with dated beliefs, the light won, but what would if mean if us, the survivors won’t let go of the past transgressions of others? We wouldn’t be any better than Voldemort or any of his followers, would we now?” the medi-witch nodded a little too embarrassed to speak, her laying in bed batter and beaten was this strong headed woman who have teach her one of the greatest lessons of all.



“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley” she noted Hermione wince at this “something wrong?”



“Just call me Hermione, please?” then realization hit her, all this bruises were at the hand of her husband, what a monster!



“Of course Hermione, the Healer will be here shortly” Hermione just nodded at this and soon after, a dark tall figure pushed the curtains aside “Night Mrs. Weasley” again the wincing, the medi-witch pulled the Healer and whispered.



“Call her Hermione” the Healer looked at her with a questioning look but soon understood



“Goodness!” he muttered “Thank you, Grey”



Medi-witch Grey went out and smile at Draco, the broken woman was right, it was time to let go of old and dated prejudice.



‘Now to the hard part’ thought the Healer looking at a anticipating Hermione “Well Hermione, is it alright if I call you by your given name?”



Hermione nodded “Thank you”



“Well Hermione, you are going to be alright, you had a broken rib and a dislocated disc but thank goodness the rib didn’t punctured a lung, we gave you some esquelegrow for it and your rib is as good as new” he went with the examination, looking for any untreated nasty bruised “all other bruise is fading fast”



“I’m a fast healer” she commented “and…?”



“Hermione, I’m sorry but we couldn’t save the baby” at this Hermione shot upward on the bed and screeched



“WHAT!?” her eyes going wide, the Healer thought she would have know



“Hermione, you were almost sixteen weeks along” she started trembling, the shock expression told him she didn’t knew “If you let me ask, how come you didn’t notice you were pregnant?”



“I…I…have an irregular period…polyjucie potion with cat hair” she finished, unshed tears clouding her eyes, she blinked and they started to fall freely “what was it?”



She thought she knew the answer but had to ask anyways “It was a little girl”



“Please leave” she said with a broken tiny voice



“Hermione?” he asked unsure to grant her that wish



“Please” she cracked “Leave”



The healer nodded solemn and left, immediately, Hermione threw herself back and let a howl of pain soar through her body and started to cry.



Draco jumped at the screeched question and looked at his wife bed she was still asleep ‘Thank the gods’ what the hell had Hermione Granger screeching like a banshee.



Soon after the Healer left but before he could ask, the healer was out the door, then a sound that chilled him every fibre of his being and made his wife wake up with a start, it was pure pain, agony and sorrow vocalized.



Astoria looked at her husband, who unconsciously had a hand over his heart “Who is that?”



Draco snapped his head to her direction and let his head drop, “Hermione Weasley”



“Draco, she suffering so much” Astoria said, the request him something that he wouldn’t have even fancy in the most remote place of his imagination “help her Dragon”



“How?” he found himself asking



“Just be there, console her, Draco” she pleaded “She needs someone, now”



What had he done to deserve a wife like his, Slytherin to the core, but Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor when needed to be, she was just something else.



“Don’t you care that she’s…you know a…”



“A muggle-born? No, Draco, and right now she’s hurting, like you and I hurt sometimes, so go Dragon” she said very firm at this, Draco just nodded and went feeling a pressure crushing his heart, why?



“Why is mummy crying uncle?” asked innocently the little girl “is it because we ate all the cloud cotton candy?”



Fred looked at his little angel and hugged her tight “No little baby, your mummy is crying because she lost you”



“But that’s not true, I’ll always be with her, you told me that!” she said looking at him with determined look, ‘so much like her mum’ he thought



“Yes pretty baby I said that, but mummy doesn’t know that you have become a little angel like your fabulous uncle Fred” he replied and a cute little ‘o’ was formed on the little girl’s mouth



“I don’t want her crying” she said after awhile, Fred looked at his niece and with a little sad smile he replied



“Me neither, but we can’t go right now” he said, taking a lock of hair and pushing it back her cute little ears



“Why not?” she pouted and crossed her little arms across her chest, Fred gave her a hearty laugh and kneeled down.



“Because, it’s easier to talk to them when they are asleep, see, right now she’s upset and crying so she won’t really hear or see us, we need her to be able to hear and see” he explained, the girl just nodded and hugged his neck



“That bad man that took me away from mummy won’t hurt us here, right?” her voice was tiny at this, and Fred regretted so much being an angel in that moment, if he was a little cute demon, he would have been tormenting his little brother into the brinks of insanity.



“No, baby, he won’t and besides even if he could have, here’s your brave uncle to defend you with all his might” he said and kissed her little forehead, before keep on watching what was unraveling down in the land of the living.



Hermione was hugging her knees to her chest and crying with all might, tears that hasn’t fall before where showing up, she wanted to drown herself in them ‘a baby, a baby girl, my baby girl’ she chanted mentally, then something that made her jump, a hand.



As Draco got nearer, felt worse but at the closed curtain he felt a beam of energy, taking over him, it made him feel powerful, positive and he went in again. The sight before him was worse than the one earlier, finally someone broke Hermione Granger but it felt sick to see her like that.



He remembered what he have come to do ‘bloody ironic’ he thought, he got near to her back that was facing him and reach out with his hand, a very soft touch just to let her know he was there, she must have felt it because she turned, her eyes were red and puffy her pale cheeks streak with tears and her cute button nose was swell.



She closed her eyes and waited for any snarky recrimination, it never came, so she kept crying.



“What happen to you, Granger?” Draco whispered to himself, rubbing circles on her back “What kind of beast broke you like this?”



“The beast I married” she sobbed loudly, hiccupping, he was shocked into silence by her answer he didn’t thought she had heard him



“The Weasley king did this to you?” his shocked question, amazed her. She just nodded and rocked with a new wave of tears coming “You know Granger, if you plan on drowning all of us; you just have to Aguamenti the place”



She turned completely and was facing him; he saw her busted lip and her pale complexion, not even the shadow of the annoying little know-it-all of Hogwarts. Back then she looked healthy; sun kissed skin which went hand in hand with her warm caramel eyes and the bushy hair, and even that have lost its magic; her bush was now a dull tamed mane of curls.



“Are you hungry, Granger?” he asked her, he was and Astoria had to eat. It was very late so they would be leaving in the morning.



Hermione looked at Malfoy and asked herself what have happen with the snotty bastard who used to flaunt his arse thinking he was better than anyone else.



“I’m not going to poison you, you know” that brought her out of her contemplation



“No, Malfoy I’m not hungry” she said sharply at him and then a soft “thank you”



He nodded courtly and went out “Malfoy?” he heard her call



“Yes?”



“Can you please draw the curtains?”



He didn’t answer, but draw the curtains so now Hermione and Astoria could see each other, the dark haired woman smiled kindly at Hermione, who hugged one of the pillows to her and buried her face in it.



“I’ll be back, Love” Draco called out and Astoria just nodded



“Why so sad?” she asked at Hermione “why so tired of living?”



Hermione’s head shot up, her eyes meeting with the pale blue of the woman in front of her “I’m sick of living, haven’t you ever felt that way?”



“Not really, I’m Sorry”



“Why?” asked curious Hermione



“Because I can’t relate” she chuckled at the bewildered expression on Hermione’s face “I’m a different kind of snake”



Hermione nodded and to her surprise Astoria got out her bed and pulled up the chair where her husband had been sitting several minutes ago and more shocking yet she took one of Hermione’s hands and shook it “I’m Astoria”



“Hermione” she replied and Astoria hold her without words between them.



“Your aura is not even the shadow of what it used to be” suddenly Astoria said just as if she was talking to the wind, Hermione looked at her and shrugged. “Who cut your wings and have you caged like this?”



The sobs have subsided but the tears were still falling, and for the life of her she didn’t knew why fate was such of bitch, “Fate you twisted sick bitch” was the last thing she said before falling asleep again, under the watchful eye of Astoria Malfoy.



Draco made his way from a café near St. Mungos he liked better and knew his wife loved, when he got to the room was welcomed by his wife sitting besides Granger, just holding her hand while the other woman slept.



“Aty?”



“Come Dragon, let’s eat here” motioning him to sit by her side, Draco raised an eyebrow at this, fine one thing was a little bit of lying; he was always for a bit of that, then a whole lot of pity, because really the woman was broken beyond repair, the weasel have made it a fact. But taking care of her as she was the reason they were there, no! there was a lot of bad blood between them for that to happen.



He shook his head “No Aty”



Immediately he regretted those two little words, tears welled up in his wife’s eyes but he would not waver on his decision, this was HERMIONE GRANGER (she will always be Granger for him) for fucks sake, what did she want, baby sit her?



“Astoria, you don’t unders…” the rest was left unsaid, because she cut him off.



“Then you can go home alone!” she hissed angrily at him, who paled but steeled his features, once again, unreadable.



“What in Merlin’s name do you want? Take her home like a lost puppy?” he asked icily, then frowned “well let me tell you this Astoria, she’s a grown woman, not a lost puppy to take home and nourish into health again”



“I know that Draco, I saw this woman fight with people YOU would have shitted your pants just with the thought of it and I know you know that, but right now I do not see anybody besides her but us”



“So this a matter of pity?”



“No, this is a matter to repaying in an insignificant amount, what she have done for a world which has treat her with prejudice because of something she couldn’t control, this is about being grateful for helping saving our arses from a bloody maniac, this about to save a soul who has lost herself, this is about saving her from a hell she does not deserve” she finished with angry tears in her eyes, her husband was surprised about how she felt, he knew perfectly well that Astoria had very different beliefs but to voice them out loud without fearing repercussion was just so…Hot!



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