Tumbling Through The Nowhere Space
Of all the days, of course it happened on that one. Draco had abandoned his suit jacket at some point, but still had his shirt on. His tie was in his pocket, the one that Astoria had spent days getting the colour just right for, and he’d rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Looking down at the wild curls splayed across the pillow of the hospital bed, he sighed, a mixture of emotions racing through him.Â
He briefly wondered where Astoria might have gone. After Potter had burst in with the news, she’d disappeared. He’d found her ring left on her bedside table, along with a note.Â
When she wakes up, give this to her. Part of me always knew it was hers anyway. I suppose I’ve just been keeping it safe in the meantime. Live happily, Draco. Love, A x
He hoped she would find happiness one day. The guilt of what he’d put her through threatened to swallow him whole, but he couldn’t deny his feelings. He would have married Granger if she hadn’t gone missing, that was the truth of the matter. Now that she’d been found, not dead as they’d reluctantly come to expect, but alive and well, his head was spinning. She was in an induced coma whilst her magical core healed, and he’d not left her bedside since she’d arrived in Mungo’s.Â
Her portkey had been a fake. That was all that had caused him years of suffering and grief, a counterfeit portkey. Granger had been tumbling through the nowhere space between England and Australia, until finally, by some miracle, she’d managed to land. He’d mourned her, he’d spent hours sobbing by her graveside, and now, here she was. Asleep, but alive.Â
It didn’t matter how long it took for her to wake up. He’d be there when she did.Â
“Get some rest, my love. I’m here. I’m right here.” He whispered, gently moving her hair out of her face. “Welcome home, Hermione.”