Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A.N: Songfic, Accidentally in love by counting crows.
Hermione Granger used to jog two miles every morning before breakfast, rain or shine. Jogging helps clear her mind and necessary to combat great stress at her workplace. A quick glance at her watch showed it was almost eight o'clock.
Her mind wandered slightly in her fatigue and she accidentally bumped into this tall blonde-haired guy who had piercing grey eyes. Their eyes met. Hermione momentarily lost her balance and she went tumbling down the hill.
"Granger, are you alright?" She nodded her head. "Let me help you up." He closed his hand around her arm and felt her instantaneous recoil. "I am just trying to help you."
"Well, don't," Muttering under her breath. She felt dizzy and she got up, only to sway unsteadily.
His hands shot out and caught her shoulders. "Easy there."
She hitched her shoulder, clearly didn't want to hand by him.
Her vision gradually faded. She felt something warm running down her neck.
"You're hurt. We need to get you to the St. Mungo." He said.
"I can heal it myself," she murmured. The last thing she said before her world turned black.
He captured her in his arms. He grabbed her by the waist and apparated them both to St. Mungo.
"What do we got here?" The Mediwitch asked as she approached them.
"She fell and hurt herself. I immediately apparated us here," He quickly explained while the mediwitch examined Hermione's head thoroughly.
"She had a cut on her forehead," The Mediwitch muttered a spell and the wound has closed. "I will let the healer further assess her injuries," she told him.
The clock struck nine o'clock. He was running late for a staff meeting. He should start thinking of some sort of believable excuse for his tardiness. He was sure that Lucius would not be pleased."could you take care of her for me?" He asked the Mediwitch. "I will leave my personal contact. Please let me know when she regains consciousness."
Hermione woke up to find her head aching. She was in a familiar looking room. She pressed the button by the bedside and slowly rising from the bed."Healer Granger you're awake!" a young woman dressed as mediwitch approached her. "Miss Granger, how are you feeling?"
"What happened to me?" Hermione questioned, her head pounding with confusion.
The mediwitch handed her two white pills and a glass of water "It will help to reduce your headache." She makes sure Hermione takes the pills before continue telling her what had happened.
She had a minor flashback of that morning as she tumbled down the hillside. If it wasn't for him, she would be badly injured.
"You're on medical leave." The mediwitch told her as she headed out of the room.
"Hermione, you're awake," the man's voice sounded familiar
"Hello, Blaise, you finally found me helpless. I suppose I should congratulate you for finally giving me a medical leave." She said sarcastically to the Hospital Director. Blaise smiled; she was annoyed. Hermione groaned after him.
"For how long?" Hermione asked.
"About a week," Blaise answered.
She has been working at St. Mungo's for little over two years and not even once she, being on medical leave. Many hours she spent in the hospital, but she, rarely fall sick. "Can you make it shorter?" It sounded like a pleading whine. "I never agreed to have sick leave anyway."
"Why don't you just take a leave Granger?" Blaise questioned her.
"Because I'm not sick."
"Well it's up to you" Blaise tired of Hermione 'I'm not sick' argument. "By the way, I wasn't aware that you were friends with Draco."
"Huh" She acted clueless.
"Don't deny it, Granger, he brought you here."
"I went for my morning jog before I stumbled down the hillside." She tried to explain.
"Doesn't matter anyway, you two look good together." He snickered at her and grinning slightly.
"Now that I think about it, I'm feeling sick. Leave me alone!" Hermione hissed angrily then crossed her arms in a huff before turning her back to him. She blushed, remembering a little incident she had that morning.
He apparate directly into his father's office. "You're late." Lucius snapped at his son. "I told you to be here at 9:00, and now it was 9:30."
"I'm sorry father, but I was sending your daughter-in-law to the St. Mungo this morning." He thought of a quick excuse.
Lucius slams his hands on the table. "I've been doing a lot of thinking about this family and for this company, and we can't afford to have a damaged reputation."
"I understand father." Draco said halfheartedly. "
Draco had never paid any interest about the family business. It's not that he wasn't interested in the company, but there not much he could do. His father is in command of the family business, and he was merely a puppet to his father fame and wealth.
"This will be yours," his father mentioning about the company. Draco looked at his father. "You have a year. One year. By the end of that year, you will not only be married; you will either already have a child or your wife will be expecting one. Otherwise, you'll be disinherited, and I will donate all my wealth to the needy."
"You can't be serious," Draco finally said.
"I'm deadly serious." Lucius's eyes didn't waver.
"But that's insane," Draco said. "You'll never sell the company."
"The company all mine, Draco. I'll do as I please."
Draco wasn't afraid of his threats. He had enough money in Gringots for the rest of his life. "Why do you imposed such a threat?"
"I need a legacy to carry Malfoy's name."
"What if I refused?"
"Then we will interfere in your life by arranging your marriage. Narcissa had someone in her mind, if you should have known."
"Well, I already had someone in mind. I will arrange the meeting soon." He told his father before leaving.