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I hate this place, but I knew she loved working here and her co-workers alike. Walking through the door this morning, I smelled the familiar scent of cleaning agents and magic.
“I don’t want to be in any other hospital except St. Mungos, it’s the cleanest one I know.” She once said.
Being open since the 1600’s I would hope so, Merlin knows us Malfoys put enough money into this place for it to not be.
The elevator ride up to the fourth floor was quiet and left me to my thoughts. It turned out to be short this time around as opposed to yesterday when I got stopped on every floor while someone got on to go to the top. As the door dinged and I got out, I walked down the corridor to the check-in station.
“Hello, Draco, nice to see you again.” The nurse sitting down said.
I was familiar with my way around here, but I couldn’t help but miss seeing the face of my wife sitting in the very seat, which was now occupied. Signing my name to let them know I was here for visiting hours, I made my way down the hall to room 42.
The blinds were closed which meant no one had been here, since I closed them last night. I opened them, then began settling into my normal routine. The vase by her bed had now held dead flowers in it. I threw them away, ducked into the bathroom that was adjacent to her bed, and filled it back up. I then collected the purple roses I brought with me and put them in the vase. They were her favorite and every few days I brought her new ones.
They used to make her smile every time I would bring them home for her. The first time I tried to tell her I loved her I had some in my hand but before the words came out she said to me:
“You know Draco, purple roses are my favorite, it means you’ve fallen….in love.”
The look on her face and twinkle in her eye was something I wanted to make happen for the rest of my life. I was completely and wholly in love with her. I found my self smiling thinking back on it.
After I took care of that, I smoothed her hair back and rest my lips upon hers. Then I pulled the chair close to her bed and sat down. There in the bed laid my wife, and I felt like such a defeated man. It was our 8th wedding anniversary after all. Our life together would be filled with days of me meeting her here. I tried all I could but every day a piece of me died with her.
It tore me up inside to see my beautiful bride Hermione Granger, succumbed to Dolohov's curse. I was a damned man, I had been too late to save her.