Emma Malfoy (Sequel to Emma Potter: Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13 :P

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*EMMA'S P.O.V.*

I stare down at Brooks face and a warm feeling overcomes me.

It's a feeling I can't even began to describe.

All the pain was worth this.

I look up to see Draco pacing the room rocking Scorp back and forth in his arms.

He's been crying most of the night.

Madame Pomfrey had sent everyone besides Draco and I to bed and they were going to come visit in the morning.

I was kind of glad to be honest. I wanted to spend family time before overwhelming the two with their extended family.

I lean back against my pillow adjusting myself in the hospital bed and Brook starts to slowly drift off into a deep peacful sleep.

Unlike her brother who is screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Is he hungry?" I ask Draco.

"You fed him twenty minutes ago." He said.

I shrugged. "I was only trying to help."

Draco sighs. "I know."

There is tension between us. He knows and I know but we don't say anything.

I know that once the morning comes, he'll be gone.

And I know it's not his fault... but it makes me upset.

"How much longer."

"When is school over?" He asks.

"A month." I tell him. Which means Chloe's test is in three weeks. I have to help her study...

"A few weeks. Two at the most." He tells me.

I don't say anything. "And you'll write?" I ask him.

He smiles. "Of course. And you'll send me pictures?"

I smile. "Of course."

My smile is fake, and he probably sees right through it. He still doesn't say anything. And I thank him silently for that.

Who knows how long he'll be working for Voldemort?

What if my kids grow up parentless?

I push those thoughts away as soon as they reach the surface of my brain.

I refuse to think like that.

I just hope we don't end up like that.

*

I wake up to a knock on my door.

My eyes shoot open.

He's gone.

"Come in." I say weakly.

Madame Pomfrey bustles in and heads towards the twins cribs my mother follows her but steers her way over to me.

I smile at her presence.

"Hi." I say.

"How are you feeling?"

"Alright."

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night. You're father and I were working and he has to work all day today so he won't be in until tomorrow." She said.

I nod. "It's alright."

"When do you get out of here?" She asks.

"Three more days." I tell her.