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And without further hesitation, here it is, the conclusion of "The Messenger of the Dragon". Please let me know what you think.

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Princess Pheonix Tears

Chapter Twelve

When Hermione's brown eyes fluttered open she found herself in a bright white room. She sat up and looked around. There wasn't much in the room, just the bed she was laying on, a night stand next to her, and a couple of chairs.

A few moments later, a plump nurse came in. "Hey! You're awake, that's good."

"Where am I?" Hermione asked. She immediately regretted asking that. She knew where she was. What she really wanted to know was where her husband was.

"St. Mungos, dear." The nurse said. This woman was entirely too cheerful. Hermione kind of wanted to punch her. "I'll send in the Healer right away." She grabbed the chart that was hanging on the wall and turned to walk out.

Hermione sat on the bed, still trying to figure out all the night's events when a few moments later, a white haired Healer she didn't recognize came in the room. He smiled at her as he performed a few quick test to check her vital stats. He was quiet for a few moments.

"How long have you known about the pregnancy?" He asked her offhandedly.

"A few days. Why?" She asked. She really didn't know why it was any of his business. He wasn't her prenatal healer.

"Just wondering why you went into battle when you knew you were pregnant." He said. Hermione couldn't detect any accusatory tones in his voice.

"I wanted to find my husband." She said simply. "It was imperative that I found my husband."

"Well, you're fine. Nothing wrong with you or your little girl." The Healer said happily.

Hermione smiled and her eyes brightened. "It's a girl?"

"Yep." The Healer said. "You can go whenever you feel ready."

"Where's my husband?" Hermione asked as she jumped out of the bed.

The Healer stopped his activities and turned to her. His entire demeanor had changed and there was a frown on his face. "Your husband is sick, very sick. He is lucky to be alive. He will be in here for a long time." He said solemnly.

Hermione nodded her understanding. "May I see him?" She asked hopefully. "I just want to see him."

The Healer nodded. "Only for a few moments today." He paused. "Follow me."

Hermione followed him down a long corridor to a section of the hospital labeled 'Restricted.' She followed him as he pushed open the doors, turned left, and then went a ways down another corridor before arriving at room 1364. The Healer turned to her.

"He's in there. You may only stay a few moments. He needs his rest." The Healer said before turning away.

Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself before pushing the door open and going in. Draco was lying motionless on the bed. She was shocked at how pale he looked. His body looked worn and frail. He was so thin. She slowly walked towards the chair that was next to his bed. She sat down and gently reached for his hand.

Upon feeling her hand on his, Draco opened his eyes and slowly turned his head towards Hermione. He gave her a weak smile.

She sighed with relief. "You're ok." She whispered.

"There was doubt?" He asked hoarsely, a shadow of his infamous smirk on his face.

She rolled her eyes. "Well when you were laying there, dying in my arms, and telling me goodbye, it was only slightly believable." She said, trying to hide her sheer happiness with annoyance. She knew she was failing.

He tried to smile again. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"For what?" She asked, confused.

"For going. You told me not to, and I went anyway." He whispered again.

She shook her head. "You had to. Besides, I went when I wasn't supposed to. There are several reasons why I shouldn't have gone, but I did anyway."

There was a pause. She watched as he closed his eyes and the opened them again. He looked confused and lost in his head. She knew that face, he was trying to concentrate on something or remember something. Draco frowned at her for a moment. "What did you say to me before I passed out?" He asked. "I can't remember."

She smiled, leaning closely to his face, her other hand reaching for his forehead where she brushed a piece of hair away. "I love you."

His eyes searched hers, as if to see if she meant it. Seeing nothing but genuine love in her eyes, he smiled a real smile at her, and she couldn't help it when tears filled her eyes yet again.

"I have to go." She said. "You need to get your rest. I'll come back first thing in the morning. I promise."

Draco nodded and turned his head to face the ceiling and he closed his eyes. Hermione kissed his hand and left.

The next morning, Hermione arrived at Draco's room bright and early. She was very excited to see him sitting up. She went and sat by his side for the whole day, keeping him company and talking to him. She still hadn't had the guts to tell him that she was pregnant yet, but she figured she should probably wait until he was a bit stronger anyways.

One day, about two months after the battle, while Hermione was feeding him some soup, he paused and looked at her. He seemed to be searching her, looking her over as if trying to find something that was wrong.

She looked back, same expression. "What's wrong?" She asked.

He looked into her eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

She looked at him, a confused smile on her face. "What are you talking about?" She asked as if he was crazy.

"I know you, Hermione. You're keeping something from me." He said matter-of-factly. "Something about you is different. What is it?"

Hermione, realizing that she couldn't keep this from him any longer. She was beginning to show and she knew she couldn't hide it from him. She sighed and set the bowl down. She took both of her hands into his and she looked deep into his eyes. "Draco, I'm pregnant." She said softly.

He stared at her for a moment, and she knew that the information would take a moment before it registered. He blinked his eyes and looked at her dumbly. "You're what?"

She giggled softly. "I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a little girl in about 6 months." She told him proudly.

Suddenly, a huge grin broke out on his face and he tried to get up.

"Whoa." She said. "What are you doing?"

"I gotta get up, and get stuff ready, and...and...and we're not ready. We need to get ready. I should probably go talk to my mother. And then there's..." He said, obviously trying to think of things he had to do. She pushed him back down into the bed.

"You stay in that bed. There is nothing you can do in your weakened condition, but get more sick, and I swear to Merlin, if you die because you tried to walk around and got too weak and fell down, I would bring you back to life, kick your ass, and kill you again." She said. She was trying to appear stern, but she was afraid her happiness was too overwhelming. "Do I make myself clear?"

He smirked his infamous Malfoy smirk and nodded. "Yes, love, you did."

"Good." She said. "Now lay back down before you hurt yourself."

He rolled his eyes and laid back down. "Yes, ma'am."

Author's Note: That, my lovelies, is all there is to the story. It is complete and I hope you have enjoyed it from beginning to end. Thank you so much for keeping with it, and especially to those of you who reviewed so often. Thank you so very much!

Sincerely,
Princess Pheonix Tears