Hermione was waiting fearfully. Any moment now, she was sure, Blaise Zabini was going to burst through the door in front of her. Any moment now, Ginny would be pulling herself from Draco’s mind. Any moment now, Draco was going to wake up, dazed and confused. Her hands were shaking. She noticed this with a mild recollection: her hands had only ever shaken this badly when they had finished some sort of battle with Voldemort or his Death Eaters.
She heard a large crash from beneath the stairs, just as she heard Ginny take a deep breath as she returned to the land of the living.
“Ginny?” she said quickly as the noises from below continued.
“Hermione?” the girl questioned as she brought her hand to head, “Merlin my head hurts.”
“Did it go well? Did you get everything?” Hermione asked quickly.
“I–I think so. The fake memories were all plasticky. And I put them in the vial. I think it hurt him. Oh Merlin, my head hurts.” She finished by burying her face in her palms.
“It’s alright Ginny. He’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. Maybe you should go home, before the boys get up here. Floo, or something. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Ginny nodded, stood, and moved to the fireplace. Grasping the powder in her hand, she looked back at her best friend who was now staring at the man laying in the bed. With a small smile, Ginny threw the powder down, and said, “The Burrow.” Engulfed in the green flames, she did not see her best friend’s tears.
“Ron!” Harry shouted as Blaise Zabini sent another curse straight at the redhead.
“Expelliarmus!” Ron shouted as he ducked to avoid yet another spell.
“Stupefy!” Zabini shouted, this time turning his wand on Harry.
“You just aren’t going to give up, are you?” Harry shouted after he returned the curse.
“Why the bloody hell should I?”
“Because you’re never going to win! Hermione already figured out what you were doing, and she’s fixing him right now! Petrificus Totalus!”
“And I can reverse it, Potter! I will not let all my work go down the drain just because you can’t seem to keep you’re head out of other people’s business! Stupefy!”
“Protego! Locomotor Mortis!” Harry and Ron watched as Zabini’s legs locked, and he tumbled over, “Expelliarmus. I don’t believe you’ll be able to continue with you’re, ah, work. Ron, if you’ll alert the Ministry, I’m going to go see how Ginny and Hermione are doing.” Ron nodded and moved to the fireplace as Harry proceeded up the stairs.
“Hermione?” he asked as he peered into the room.
“Oh Harry! Is everything alright?”
“Of, course, Hermione. Ron,” she visibly started, “is downstairs contacting the Ministry now. Zabini is going to Azkaban. How’s Malfoy?”
“Hmm? Oh, Draco. Well, to be honest, I’m not quite sure. I thought he would wake up when Ginny left his mind, but he’s still… and I just don’t know if he’s going to wake up in an hour, or a day, or ever,” she finished, letting the tears escape her eyes.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he said quickly, still a little upset that his best friend was so upset over Draco Malfoy. Unbidden, the words spilled from his mouth, “You aren’t shagging him, are you?”
She looked up at him, startled, “Harry, why would you –”
“It’s not difficult, Hermione. What has he done, that would bring you to tears at the thought of him sleeping for a few days? You were like this after he hit his head, Hermione. It just doesn’t seem like the reaction of his enemy, is all.”
“Harry, I can’t believe you. I truly can’t. After everything that we’ve gone through, after everything that has happened to all of us, you’re just now getting upset that I care about what happens to the people I care about? You do realize that what you’re implying would insinuate that I have slept with you, Ronald, all the other Weasley boys, Remus, and Sirius, among others!”
“Well, you have slept with Ron,” Harry responded, a little harsher than he intended.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!” she shouted at him. She opened her mouth to continue shouting at him when they heard the distinctive crack of dozens of people Apparating. A moment later, the door flew open.
“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger,” the official acknowledged. He turned back to Harry and said, “So what exactly is going on here, Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley has given a state– what the hell happened to him?” he said, nodding towards Draco.
“Oh, well, it’s a long story, Evan,” Harry said.
“It’s my job to have the time, Mr. Potter.” Harry gave him a small chuckle, and then sighed.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right Evan. Er,” he glanced at Hermione who had was still glaring at him, “Maybe we should take this downstairs.”
“Of course, but Miss Granger,” Hermione inclined her head to acknowledge him, as she continued to glare at Harry, “I would also like a statement from yourself. Later, perhaps?” he asked. She nodded.
“Yes, well then, Mr. Potter, if you would please,” he finished, gesturing towards the door. Harry led him out, trying to ignore the eyes that were burning holes into the back of his head.
Hermione was still glaring at the door her best friend had just walked out of when she heard a moan behind her. She whipped her head around and reached for his hand.
“Draco, I’m right here. I’m right here Draco.” He moaned again. Then slowly, he began to stir. His breathing became more pronounced, his body started to shift, and his eyes opened.
“Granger?” he shook his head slightly, as if something was wrong. Then, “Hermione. Merlin, tell me I didn’t do anything to hurt you. I didn’t hurt you did I? Nor Ella? Right? Merlin murder if I hurt Ella.”
“No, Draco, she’s fine. She’s been with Mrs. Weasley for the past… and she’s perfectly fine. You didn’t hurt anyone. Except maybe yourself. Are you ok?” He looked at the concern on her face, and smiled through the pain in his head.
“Little headache is all. When can I see Ella?” Hermione smiled, and opened her mouth to answer him when the door opened again.
“Hello, Ronald,” Hermione said, closing her eyes and concentrating all of her energy on not looking at him. Merlin knew if she turned around, terrible things would happen.
“What the bloody hell are you doing in my home, Weasley? I thought you had been banned from ever returning here again.” Draco spoke with barely contained fury. Ron had the decency to flush.
“Well, ah, Malfoy, Hermione was the one that banned me, really. And since she technically isn’t a Malfoy, the spell I’m assuming is on the house, er, Manor, didn’t quite take effect.”
“Again, Weasley, what the bloody hell are you doing in my home? I doubt you were invited in by myself, or Hermione.”
“No, no neither of you two invited me in, or anything. I just, I just came to help. Harry. To help Harry take down Zabini. Yes, well, I was just coming to tell you that he’s on his way to Azkaban, and will be there until his trial. So…”
“Thank you Ronald. I assume you remember where the door is?” Hermione said, her eyes still closed and refusing to look at him. She didn’t see him nod, but presumed he had as, a moment later, she heard the door close. Draco looked at her and raised his eyebrows. She shrugged.
With a small smile, he sat up, desperately trying to ignore the pain throbbing through his skull.
“Draco?” She spoke hesitantly.
“What–what are you doing?”
“I’m going to go get my daughter. I miss her.”
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