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Test Results
A/N: I’m sorry that this chapter is so short. There was really no help for it as what happens had to happen and there was no way or sense in prolonging it.
Test Results
He’d talked to Hermione and after much debating and arguing; agreed to take her offer. He didn’t want to be indebted to her, especially not after all he’d put her through. Harry and Hermione were too caring. If it had been him in either position he’d have turned his back and walked away. And he was grateful that he wasn’t them. Draco was happy to be given the chance to enjoy his new found happiness a little longer.
The operation appeared to have gone smoothly. And his friends came to visit him everyday. Hermione was permitted to go home after ‘miraculous’ healing. What the muggles didn’t know was she’d cast a healing charm on the incision that was left. However Draco had to stay to make sure the liver took. So far there were little complications.
Draco had run into Pansy on his way home from one of his preliminary appointments. She’d questioned how he was and why he’d stop calling them. He assured her he’d just been to busy and would catch up with them when time permitted. Draco knew that time may never permit but he did hope he’d get to see them before his number was called. He just didn’t know how she would take his joining with Harry and if his suspicions were correct it wouldn’t be kindly. As it was she’d thought him joking when he said he now resided in muggle London.
Draco put the reunion behind him; he was late meeting Hermione for lunch. They were to discuss the upcoming operation. He appreciated her help but wanted to make sure it was something she wanted to do and not something she felt obligated to. Surprisingly enough he had grown found of the girl, nearly changing his opinion on muggle borns. Nearly, some of them still didn’t measure up to purebloods.
Harry seemed obvious to everything but Draco, leaving Hermione to talk to the doctors. She never relied any of the conversations but she never let on that there was anything wrong, so Harry never bothered to ask. Leaving Harry to spend his free time doting on his life partner, which he did with enthusiasm.
The blond was happy for the attention that he was pampered with. He looked forward to the visits each day, even though he always felt too weak to sit up. It really didn’t matter to him at the moment for he knew that one day he’d be strong enough to go home and get back to the life he’d started with Harry.
They were both chatting idly about the vacation they would take as soon as Draco was home when Hermione came in. Her face was sullen and ashen as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulder. But it wasn’t the weight of the world, it was more important. It was the weight of Draco. She paced for a while before turning to face them and give them the news that she never hoped to give them.
“I need to talk to you two.” She stood at the foot of the bed.
“What is it Hermione?”
“Am I leaving today?”
She sighed. If she hadn’t agreed to do all the listening and talking, she could be the one in their positions. She could be the one who hated the messenger. But alas, it was not to be and she hated herself for having to be the bearer of bad news.
“I’m not really sure how to say this.” Her voice broke when she spoke. A sob caught in her throat made her pause.
“Just say it, Hermione. It can’t be that bad.” Harry prayed to every god he could think of that it was good news and it was tears of joy she was chocking on.
“I’ve just spoken with the doctors, Draco. It seems that while they held out hope that the liver would take, it didn’t.” The tears streamed down her face freely.
“It’s alright, Hermione. We had too much faith.” Draco closed his eyes and swallowed his anguish.
“I’m so sorry, Draco. I really am. I wish there was something else I could do.” Hermione sank to the floor; she couldn’t watch him as she delivered the rest of the news. And the tears on Harry’s hurt filled face didn’t help her resolute.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Harry finally spoke. “It’d be better if you told us now then to wait. It’ll only make the newest worse.”
Hermione buried her face in her hands; her voice barely a whisper but still audible. “They don’t think he’ll make it past next week.”
“No! I refuse to believe that! It’s not possible, it isn’t fair.” He clutched the hand in his, holding it close and refusing to let go. “Hermione, you go back there and tell them to do more!”
“Harry, stop! If there was more they could do, they would.” Draco looked at Harry, tears dotting his own ashen cheeks. “We should have known something was up when the first two weeks passed and I was still unable to sit up.”
He offered a small smile to Harry, while his sadness and anger warred within him. “You two should just forget about it and remember happy days. Forget about me, it’ll be bitter to keep dwelling on what could have been.”
“That is not an option at this point. If you didn’t want me involved you should have walked away instead of moving in with me. Now your problem is our problem and we will find another solution, even if it kills us.”
“You just don’t understand!” His frustration and angry finally surfacing. “What have I got to live for anymore? Nothing! I’m not going to live, so what’s the point in holding onto a lost hope?!” Draco snatched his hand away from Harry. “Why do I always have to suffer?” He broke down, sobs wracking his thin frame.
“Draco, it’s not the end. We still have time to find another donor. We can try you’re friends. We can try my parents. It’s not the end.”
“Can we take him home?”
“I don’t know if that’d be good for him.”
“And laying here is? What would be the difference of him staying here or staying at home?”
Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, before nodding. “I’ll go get the doctor.” She left the room; closing the door behind her.
Draco sniffled and looked up at the brunet, his savior. “If it doesn’t make a difference, why shouldn’t I just stay here?”
“Because we are still going on that vacation but we are going to find you better doctors. I’m not giving up that easily. And neither should you.” Harry picked his hand back up and looked into watery grey eyes. “Tell me you’ll fight. Promise me!” Harry demanded that he not give up hope. He wasn’t going to and he’d be damn if Draco was going to.
The blond closed his eyes and swallowed. He didn’t want to hold on to a forlorn hope. He wanted to give in, to stop suffering. But he wanted to be with Harry more. Opening his eyes, he nodded just once. “I’ll fight. I promise you with all my heart. I’ll fight.”
A/N: I hate this. This was supposed to be the last chapter but I couldn’t leave it the way I wanted. This chapter took an unexpected turn, I hope you appreciate it. I can’t make any promises as to when I post the next chapter but I’m hoping it’ll be before my chapter of “To Protect and…Service.”
Test Results
He’d talked to Hermione and after much debating and arguing; agreed to take her offer. He didn’t want to be indebted to her, especially not after all he’d put her through. Harry and Hermione were too caring. If it had been him in either position he’d have turned his back and walked away. And he was grateful that he wasn’t them. Draco was happy to be given the chance to enjoy his new found happiness a little longer.
The operation appeared to have gone smoothly. And his friends came to visit him everyday. Hermione was permitted to go home after ‘miraculous’ healing. What the muggles didn’t know was she’d cast a healing charm on the incision that was left. However Draco had to stay to make sure the liver took. So far there were little complications.
Draco had run into Pansy on his way home from one of his preliminary appointments. She’d questioned how he was and why he’d stop calling them. He assured her he’d just been to busy and would catch up with them when time permitted. Draco knew that time may never permit but he did hope he’d get to see them before his number was called. He just didn’t know how she would take his joining with Harry and if his suspicions were correct it wouldn’t be kindly. As it was she’d thought him joking when he said he now resided in muggle London.
Draco put the reunion behind him; he was late meeting Hermione for lunch. They were to discuss the upcoming operation. He appreciated her help but wanted to make sure it was something she wanted to do and not something she felt obligated to. Surprisingly enough he had grown found of the girl, nearly changing his opinion on muggle borns. Nearly, some of them still didn’t measure up to purebloods.
Harry seemed obvious to everything but Draco, leaving Hermione to talk to the doctors. She never relied any of the conversations but she never let on that there was anything wrong, so Harry never bothered to ask. Leaving Harry to spend his free time doting on his life partner, which he did with enthusiasm.
The blond was happy for the attention that he was pampered with. He looked forward to the visits each day, even though he always felt too weak to sit up. It really didn’t matter to him at the moment for he knew that one day he’d be strong enough to go home and get back to the life he’d started with Harry.
They were both chatting idly about the vacation they would take as soon as Draco was home when Hermione came in. Her face was sullen and ashen as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulder. But it wasn’t the weight of the world, it was more important. It was the weight of Draco. She paced for a while before turning to face them and give them the news that she never hoped to give them.
“I need to talk to you two.” She stood at the foot of the bed.
“What is it Hermione?”
“Am I leaving today?”
She sighed. If she hadn’t agreed to do all the listening and talking, she could be the one in their positions. She could be the one who hated the messenger. But alas, it was not to be and she hated herself for having to be the bearer of bad news.
“I’m not really sure how to say this.” Her voice broke when she spoke. A sob caught in her throat made her pause.
“Just say it, Hermione. It can’t be that bad.” Harry prayed to every god he could think of that it was good news and it was tears of joy she was chocking on.
“I’ve just spoken with the doctors, Draco. It seems that while they held out hope that the liver would take, it didn’t.” The tears streamed down her face freely.
“It’s alright, Hermione. We had too much faith.” Draco closed his eyes and swallowed his anguish.
“I’m so sorry, Draco. I really am. I wish there was something else I could do.” Hermione sank to the floor; she couldn’t watch him as she delivered the rest of the news. And the tears on Harry’s hurt filled face didn’t help her resolute.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Harry finally spoke. “It’d be better if you told us now then to wait. It’ll only make the newest worse.”
Hermione buried her face in her hands; her voice barely a whisper but still audible. “They don’t think he’ll make it past next week.”
“No! I refuse to believe that! It’s not possible, it isn’t fair.” He clutched the hand in his, holding it close and refusing to let go. “Hermione, you go back there and tell them to do more!”
“Harry, stop! If there was more they could do, they would.” Draco looked at Harry, tears dotting his own ashen cheeks. “We should have known something was up when the first two weeks passed and I was still unable to sit up.”
He offered a small smile to Harry, while his sadness and anger warred within him. “You two should just forget about it and remember happy days. Forget about me, it’ll be bitter to keep dwelling on what could have been.”
“That is not an option at this point. If you didn’t want me involved you should have walked away instead of moving in with me. Now your problem is our problem and we will find another solution, even if it kills us.”
“You just don’t understand!” His frustration and angry finally surfacing. “What have I got to live for anymore? Nothing! I’m not going to live, so what’s the point in holding onto a lost hope?!” Draco snatched his hand away from Harry. “Why do I always have to suffer?” He broke down, sobs wracking his thin frame.
“Draco, it’s not the end. We still have time to find another donor. We can try you’re friends. We can try my parents. It’s not the end.”
“Can we take him home?”
“I don’t know if that’d be good for him.”
“And laying here is? What would be the difference of him staying here or staying at home?”
Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, before nodding. “I’ll go get the doctor.” She left the room; closing the door behind her.
Draco sniffled and looked up at the brunet, his savior. “If it doesn’t make a difference, why shouldn’t I just stay here?”
“Because we are still going on that vacation but we are going to find you better doctors. I’m not giving up that easily. And neither should you.” Harry picked his hand back up and looked into watery grey eyes. “Tell me you’ll fight. Promise me!” Harry demanded that he not give up hope. He wasn’t going to and he’d be damn if Draco was going to.
The blond closed his eyes and swallowed. He didn’t want to hold on to a forlorn hope. He wanted to give in, to stop suffering. But he wanted to be with Harry more. Opening his eyes, he nodded just once. “I’ll fight. I promise you with all my heart. I’ll fight.”
A/N: I hate this. This was supposed to be the last chapter but I couldn’t leave it the way I wanted. This chapter took an unexpected turn, I hope you appreciate it. I can’t make any promises as to when I post the next chapter but I’m hoping it’ll be before my chapter of “To Protect and…Service.”