𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝟑

| forty eight |

Chapter forty-eight; The end.

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Over the last seven days or so, in the aftermath of the war, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had been its busiest to date.

Over half of the participants in the war had been admitted to the magical hospital for aftercare, some of which were still under the care of the hospitals Healers. There was only few left, scattered across the floors of the hospital.

The ground floor was admittedly the busiest area. Most of the patients still in hospital after the war spent their days on the wards there and with them, brought every single member of their families. The number of people to walk through the doors to the ward had decreased over the past seven days although there were still a fair few amount visiting.

Passing through the busy corridors, every chair was filled with those waiting. Although further towards the bottom of the ward, a massive crowd sat every day waiting for answers.

Three families combined and other stand alone members sat there patiently every day. Some amongst them had been admitted and had since been discharged with the answer of a miracle. The miracle who was laid in a side room, away from the rest of the patients, at the bottom of the ward.

The room was fairly spacious, although there was only one person really who spent every waking moment in there. He saw the sun rise on the morning and set on a night as the moon took its place until it completed its course through the sky and set again for morning to rise.

Sleep was a hard thing to come to him, especially when the girl laid out in front of him had done that very thing for seven long, agonising, days.

Draco Malfoy welcomed the eighth day with more hope than ever. Hope was all that was fuelling him at that moment. Hope that Olivia would come round, hope that she would be alright, hope that everything would be okay.

Everyone around him was holding out for one final miracle.

The sound of the door opening made him turn to see who was entering. A spurt of bright, cropped ginger hair narrowed it down to a possibility five but then he spotted the missing ear.

Missing ear, he thought to himself, George.

The Weasley twin gave Draco a small smile after he closed the door quietly and walked into the room, "How is she?"

Draco shook his head, "There's no change, exactly the same as she was eight days ago." He told him, "How's everyone outside."

"Tired." He admitted, "Ron and Charlie are starving, but when aren't they?"

Draco laughed shortly under his breath. Interacting with a Weasley was still unfamiliar territory for him but he quickly came to realise they were a wonderful family. He regretted ever taunting them, because in the end they'd had their fair share of rough times but they would always remain looking up.

The parents of the Weasley children were everything and more and Draco sharply realised why Olivia adored them so much. They were so nurturing and no matter what, went out of their way to make a person feel welcome. Even if it included inviting them to live in their house when they were short on space.

Draco had judged the Weasley family not by their cover, but by what had been fed to him as a child. By perceptions that weren't even his, but his fathers. Now he knew he was wrong and after that initial awkwardness around them and Draco's sincere apology he was treated like family.

"Why don't they go up to the cafeteria?" Draco asked, "Or out into Diagon Alley for something to eat?"

George shook his head, "They don't want to go anywhere in case she wakes up. They've sat around for seven days already, imagine the minute they leave and she wakes up."