"...Fleur..."
The blonde haired Veela gasped in surprise as she spun on her heel to greet her unexpected guest. Her heart stilled in her chest and her breath caught in her throat as she watched her lover smile weakly at her from where she was leaning against the door frame. Her eyes were drawn away from her lovers paling face to settle upon the crimson stain growing and underneath her hand.
"Ma belle what 'as 'appened? Who did zis to you?" the intelligent Gryffindors eyes were growing difficult to keep open. She had already lost a great amount of blood and was feeling very weak. She barely registered collapsing onto the ground or Fleur's scream. All she was aware of was one minute she was leaning against the door frame to Fleur's bedroom then the next she was lying on the floor looking up into frightened blue eyes while something soft held her head up slightly.
"You need a doctor" Hermione barely recognised the alarmed tone of Fleur's voice, she was just happy to hear that wonderful French accent again. The brunette was surprised by how little pain she was in now, her wounds had been agony at first but now she just felt numb and cold save for where Fleur's hand rested, her hand was warm against her cold skin.
"I need to take you to St Mungo's. Zey will be able to 'elp you" Fleur inwardly cursed herself for not paying more attention to learning more powerful healing charms. Hermione shook her head weakly.
"No point...He has control of the Ministry...and St Mungo's..." Despair was slowly pressing against down on Fleur's heart as she listened to the weak, exhausted voice of her love.
"I'm sorry..." whispered Hermione. Fleur quietly shushed the wounded brunette, right now the only thing Fleur needed to know was that Hermione was going to be alright. Everything else could wait. Looking up at her bed then looking back at her paling love she knew that she needed to move Hermione onto something softer than the floor so she could at least be comfortable.
"Do you zink zat you can make it onto ze bed mon ange?" Hermione nodded weakly and tried to keep as much of her weight off of Fleur as possible as the blonde helped her stand. Fleur tightened her hold on the bloody teen as she collapsed and dully noticed that the teen weighed very little in her arms. She knew that Hermione was trying her best to support herself but the fact was the brunette's body had been exerted too much and was too weak.
Easing Hermione onto her bed Fleur's eyes drifted away from the now closed chocolate orbs and to the crimson staining Hermione's body. Her long fingers sought out the buttons of Hermione's shirt and quickly slid them out from their respective holes. The fabric was sticking to her wounds and Fleur had to apply more force to pulling away the previously white fabric from her body before pulling the shirt off of her body and dropping it onto the floor.
"Mon amour" whispered Fleur as she watched blood weep from various wounds covering Hermione's toned torso. Hermione's eyes opened halfway at the sound of Fleur's worried voice.
"Baby I'm alright...they don't hurt much anymore..." it seemed that Hermione's weak attempts at comforting the distraught French Veela were pointless as it did nothing to ease her. Fleur reached down for Hermione's discarded shirt and placed it against the wounds, she grabbed onto Hermione's hand and pressed it against her side.
"Keep pressing ma belle. I'm just going to get bandages and potions from downstairs and I will be right back" Fleur released Hermione's hand and felt a small amount of relief as Hermione was still strong enough to keep pressure on her wounds.
Rushing out of the bedroom she sprinted down the stairs and into her study. Approaching a small chest she internally thanked whatever god there was for her need to always be prepared as she opened the wooden chest to reveal medical supplies. Times were dangerous and you never knew when you might need them.
Blood replenishing potions. Check. Gauze and tape. Check. Healing potion. Check. Gathering the necessary items she was back in her bedroom in no time and seeing Hermione lying unconscious filled her with a dread she had never experienced before. The brunette's hand had fallen away from her wound and lay limp on the bed while her shirt held onto the sticky wound but did little to stop the flow of blood. Silently summoning a chair next to the bed Fleur placed the items onto her bedside table before sitting.
She uncorked the healing potion vial and poured it onto a strip of gauze before she carefully covered her wounds with it, the gauze was so big it covered her side and stretched to halfway across her stomach. Keeping the gauze in place Fleur reached from the tape to hold it against Hermione's body. Taping down the edges of the gauze she reaching for the blood replenishing potion and sat on the edge on the bed and leaned over Hermione.
Reaching out for her face, Fleur gently used her thumb to pull her bottom lip down and open her mouth enough to pour the potion down her throat. Once the vial was empty Fleur pulled her hand away and put the empty vial back on her bedside table. Fleur smiled weakly at the peaceful look on Hermione, it had been far too long since she had witnessed it she just wished it hadn't taken Hermione to be injured for it to happen.
Leaning forward Fleur pressed her lips against Hermione's in a brief but heartfelt kiss. Pulling away slowly she caressed the brunette's cheek lovingly before sighing.
"What 'ave zey done to you mon amour" she whispered sorrowfully as she ran her thumb across the smooth skin of her cheek. As she sat there watching for any sign of discomfort or pain Fleur vowed to never let Hermione leave again.