Chapter 10 : The Hospital Wing
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Draco scooped Hermione’s body in his arms, and tore for the hospital wing, pushing roughly past Weasley, who was frozen in his place. All Draco was thinking was please let Hermione be okay, please, please, please. He knew that Potter was following close behind, but Draco didn’t care; he just wanted to get Hermione into the hospital wing and know that she would be alright.
As Draco shoved the heavy doors out of his way, Madame Pomfrey came hurrying out of her office.
“Mr Malfoy! Mr Potter! What is- Oh dear” She gasped, as she caught sight of Hermione’s limp body in Draco’s arms. “Quickly, put her on the bed, Mr Malfoy…” and she rushed forward and began performing a check-up, her wand twirling and gliding over Hermione’s skin. She murmured healing spells, her body bent over in concentration, as Harry and Draco watched in anxious frustration, desperate for information.
Finally, Madame Pomfrey straightened and turned to the two boys, sitting uncomfortably beside one another. “She’ll be alright, but I need to keep her under careful care for a few days. What happened?” She said briskly, waving her wand and causing the curtains around Hermione’s bed to slide shut.
“She was telling me and Ron…something… and Ron overreacted. He was aiming at somebody else, but he missed, and got Hermione.” Harry finally answered, when it was clear Draco would not be talking. Harry looked over at him, and saw that he had his face in his hands. 'He must really be worried about her' harry thought. Before he could give the matter anymore thought, the double doors had burst open, and Ron had flew into the hospital wing, his eyes wild and laced with regret.
“Where is she?!” he panted, looking around the hospital wing, his eyes finally resting on the one occupied bed. He made to rip open the hangings and hurry to Hermione’s side, but he was stopped by a certain blonde Slytherin. A certain blonde Slytherin with a murderous expression on his handsome face.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere near her, you’ve done enough damage Weasley” He snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. Ron pushed his hand away, and rushed to Hermione’s side. She resembled the sleeping beauty- or whatever she had called it- the muggle fairy tale princess Hermione had told him about, during the time they were together. Even with her sparkling brown eyes hidden by her eyelids. Ron grabbed her hand and looked into her relaxed face. “I’m sorry Hermione, I never meant for you to get hurt. I'm sorry I cheated on you with Lavender. I promise she means nothing to me. I love you Hermione, and I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt you.” He whispered, a tear slowly trickling down his cheek.
Draco had been silent, but now his fury had gained control over his mind. This boy had hurt Hermione, and now had the nerve to show up here and tell her he loved her? After all the times he had made her cry and sob over him? He didn’t think so. Lunging forward and grabbing a fistful of Ronald’s robes, Draco shoved him up against the wall, deaf to Harry’s or Madame Pomfrey’s shrieks.
“How dare you tell her you love her after everything you’ve done to her? Do you know, the first few weeks this year, she spent crying over how you cheated on her with that ridiculous bimbo? You’ve had your chance with her, and you blew it. Now it’s my turn, and I swear I won’t be so idiotic and do what you did to her. She’s with me now, so you’d better stay away from her, or I will hunt you down and kick your ass, understand Weasley? And if you lay a wand on her again, or even accidently push into her, I will pummel you and curse you into oblivion. Got it?” Draco snarled, while Ron flushed with anger and fear.
“Get away from me, you cowardly git” Ron muttered, losing most of his anger as his eyes found Hermione lying motionless on the bed. Harry watched the entire performance, and came to the conclusion (however much he disliked it) that Draco Malfoy really did love Hermione. He supposed he would have to get used to it.
Draco raised his wand threateningly. “Leave, now” he said, while red sparks danced dangerously around the tip of his wand. Ron was about to draw his own wand and retort, but Madame Pomfrey stepped in, before Ron could utter a single insult or spell. “Mr Weasley. It seems you have caused enough drama today. Perhaps it is best if you leave now. Mr Potter, you can leave with him. I have come to the conclusion, after that illuminating little speech, that however hard insist, Mr Malfoy will not leave Miss Grangers side” She sighed, and ushered Harry and Ron out of the hospital wing.
For days, Draco stayed by Hermione’s side, only leaving twice a day for meals, which were also very short periods of time. The rest of the students grew suspicious, but they did not know that Hermione was in the hospital wing, or that the hospital wing was where Draco spends most of his time. Pansy huffed about it sometimes, asking Draco what he was doing when he wasn’t eating. Draco had glared and her and told her to ‘butt out’ as it was none of her business. She had looked thoroughly put down, but did not pester him again. Blaise knew, of course, because Draco had told him everything, since he was his best friend. (Blaise had shook his head dejectedly, and muttered, “She’s been through a right state. Never thought I’d be sorry for a Gryffindor…”)
Harry visited at least twice a day, but Ron had stayed away, most likely brooding or sulking in his common room, and also probably due to Draco’s threat. A week had passed, and yet Hermione still lay on the hospital bed, unresponsive and breathtakingly beautiful. Draco sometimes cried, letting his frustration and worry to leak out, and he would bury his face in her hair, whispering, “I’m sorry I let him hurt you. I love you” into her ear.
It was one early morning, when Hermione finally opened her eyes. She lifted her heavy eyelids, confused and dazed, and sat up, wrapped in a white linen sheet. She had been here so many times before; she recognised that she was in the hospital wing. Something stirred beside her, and Hermione looked down to find a beautiful blonde boy sleeping in a chair beside her bed. Smiling with love and gratitude, she fell back on her pillows, and gently stroked his face, until his eyes opened, revealing the stormy silver eyes she had not seen for a week.
Draco felt something warm and gentle stroking his cheek, moving lightly and slowly. He had opened his eyes to see a familiar chocolate brown colour staring back. “Hermione” he breathed, a dazzling smile forming on his face. She was fine, and she was awake, now stroking his hair lovingly.
“Morning Draco” she hummed, leaning back into her pillows, still smiling at him. “Can you tell me what happened? My memory seems to be a little fuzzy” she sighed.
Draco’s eyes tightened slightly, but he nodded and began to tell her the reason why she had been unconscious for a week. “You told…Harry and (Draco tried to call Ron by his first name, but couldn’t bring himself to say it) Weasley, that we were going out, and he overreacted. He called you…something nasty, and I stepped in. I told him off for speaking to you like that, and he got mad, whether by my words, or just the fact that I was comforting you, right in front of his face. He tried to aim a spell at me, but he missed, and hit you. I brought you up to the hospital wing and you’ve been motionless for a week. I've stayed with you the entire time, except for meals, and Harry’s been visiting a few times a day. Ron hasn’t been, I told him to stay away and that if he hurt you in any way again, I would hunt him down and personally kill him.”
Hermione simply stared at him, mostly touched by the fact that he had stayed with her for an entire week. Also by the (slightly humorous) fact that Draco was so protective of her. She leaned in to kiss him, but pulled away when Madame Pomfrey entered the room, holding a goblet and her wand.
“Good, you’re awake, about time too. Drink this, and you won’t feel like you’ve had a giant hangover.” She set the goblet down on the table beside Hermione’s bed, and she cringed as she saw a murky blue- brown liquid steaming inside.
“Drink up, Miss Granger” Madame Pomfrey coaxed her, before leaving once more for her office.
“She’s always in there, I wonder what she does?” Hermione mused, picking up her goblet carefully. Draco chuckled, and watched his girlfriend as she drank her potion. Hermione cringed; she had never tasted anything so horrible (except maybe, the polyjuice potion she had taken illegally in her second year), but she downed the entire globletful, eager for her splitting headache to disappear. Sure enough, a few moments later, the throbbing in her head seemed to be muted, and she felt rather energetic.
“Uhm, Madame Pomfrey? I’ve taken my potion…can I leave?” she called tentatively. She heard a muffled ‘alright then, but don’t do anything dangerous’ and Hermione smiled, turning to Draco.
“So, what do you wanna do?” he asked, still relieved that Hermione was alright.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down. “Actually, I wanted to go find Ron and Harry. I want to tell Harry I'm okay, and I want to- somehow- patch things up with Ron. Since he’s most likely feeling guilty about hitting me with the spell, I think he might be willing to listen.” She said finally.
Draco didn’t like the idea of her being anywhere close to Ron, but he understood that she couldn’t live without one of her best friends. He sighed, and nodded, offering his hand to her and leading her out of the hospital wing.
Hermione had entered the Gryffindor common room, with Draco following closely behind her. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were sitting together on the armchairs by the sofa, and Hermione approached them, nervously fiddling with her hair.
“Hermione! I didn’t know Madam Pomfrey let you out- Are you alright?” Harry gasped, jumping up and running towards his friend. Hermione smiled and nodded absently, for Ron had flushed red and ducked his head. All three had shot a confused look at Draco, who was taking in his surroundings, having never been in the Gryffindor common room before.
“Ronald…can I talk to you?” She called tentatively. He looked up in alarm, but nodded nervously, following her out of the room. Draco (of course) followed closely behind, and Hermione didn’t tell him off. She knew he was just being overprotective, and very sweet (in her opinion).
“Ron, I don’t like that we’ve been always arguing and at each other’s throats,” she began, “and I was thinking that maybe we could still be friends. You won’t be able to change the fact that I’m with Draco now, and I’ll appreciate it if you and Harry could try and forget your differences and attempt to be…civil…to each other.” She looked meaningfully at both Ron and Draco, and continued. “Ron, you’re my best friend, and I hate not talking to you. I'm willing to forget everything you’ve done, for the sake of our friendship, in return that you try and tolerate Draco. Oh, and don’t tell anyone about me and Draco’s relationship. Is that…alright?”
Ron looked pained, and a little angry, but he whispered, “I can try Hermione. And I'm really sorry for hurting you.” Hermione beamed at him, took Draco by the hand, and departed, leaving Ron standing relieved, confused and upset all at the same time.
Once Draco and Hermione had reached the head’s common room, she flopped onto the sofa, and pouted. “I’m bored already. What are we going to do for the rest of the day?”
Draco thought about this for a few minutes, and then had a sudden inspiration. He turned to Hermione as he grinned broadly.
“What?” She asked shrewdly.
“You and I are going to play a game”
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