𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟓𝟏

My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out. I couldn't breathe, it was like a stone stuck in my throat and fire in my lungs. The tears were streaming down my face, it never stopped, they ran down my cheeks like a waterfall, or rain or maybe a big storm. Every inch of my body was hurting.

"No, no, no, no." I kept repeating to myself in whispers.

The big door to the entrance of the hospital wing barged open, and the footsteps of Severus Snape were heard as he came into view.

I rushed over to him the moment my eyes met his, "Draco — is he — is Draco — fuck — are Draco —" I stammered, I couldn't control the words leaving my lips, I was in stress and I couldn't speak, just as much as I barely could breathe.

Snape looked at me with his usual expression: boredom. But this time he had a little glimmer of relief in his eyes. "He's going to be okay."

A relieved sob left my lips as I, not knowing what I was going, threw myself at Snape and hugged him. His body went still as stone, but after a second or so I felt him awkwardly put friendly pat on my back.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I unembraced him. Happy tears ran down my cheeks now and the stone stuck in my throat disappeared, the fire in my lungs calmed down and my heart beat like it was supposed to: for Draco.

"Can I —?"

"Yes, you can see him." He answered before I could even finish my sentence. A wide smile grew on my lips as just as I was about to walk past him and into the hospital wing he stopped me.

"But just a warning. He's unconscious, but he's okay. I do not know when he will wake up. It can take hours, days or even weeks. Don't get your hopes up."

I gulped and responded with a nod.

But I had already gotten my hopes up, and it all fell like a bomb. I was hoping to embrace him, to sit in his arms, to hold him, to hear his voice, to talk to him and more. But all I could do now was to listen to his breathing and hold his hand.

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"Draco, I know that you can't hear me... but if you do—" I held his hand as I sat on the chair beside him where he was lying on the hospital bed. "— Please wake up? I miss you."

Paleness was spread all over his face as he laid there, on the bed, unconscious. His body was cold— but still warm. I held his hand, placing kisses on top of it multiple times — hoping that maybe he would wake up by my touch.

But he didn't. Everyday — for two weeks, I sat beside him on the chair, holding and kissing his hand. I slept beside him too, and as I slept I held his hand. I didn't go to classes, I always stayed by his side — scared that something would happen when I was away or that he maybe would wake up and that I wouldn't be here when he did.

I sometimes imagine him and I in another life where we could be alone away from all negativity and all fucking bullshit. Draco and I could be alone, we could live on the island where he had taken me on our honeymoon.

And we could have children, a family. We could start a family — I want that. I want a family with him. Two children. A boy and a girl.

The island is big so maybe we could build more houses on the island for Blaise, Theo, Daphne and Pansy where they could live too so that we all could be together.

I wish. Oh gosh — the tears started streaming down my face more than before — the thought of a life without complications made me emotional.

"Draco — please wake up." I sobbed, kissing his hands over and over again. "Please, please, please wake up."