Hey guys! Phew, it's been a while since I've had a good idea that I've like a lot! I really like this idea I have brewing in my head, so I need lots of reviews for my first chapter so other people will want to read it—because according to the world, the more reviews, the better the story—which is VERY true!…usually...Anyhow, hope y'all like the first chapter—I'm really bad at starting off, so please, give me a chance!
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing ((except the plot)) belongs to me. If it did belong to me, I'd be sitting in my Pink mansion in Georgia, USA, sipping my pink lemonade in my hammock...with a certain Tom Felton...
Summery: Being voted the "Most Excellent" witch to walk the planet in 200 years isn't always what it's cut out to be, at least to Hermione Granger. 25-years-old, successful and single, Hermione's life isn't at all what she's planned. And when her best friends get caught up in the newly-wed life, she's left behind. Angry with her friends for neglect, Hermione opts to turn to the least likely of those to help bring them back to her world. ((D/Hr))
Hermione Granger smiled brightly as photographers from several different Wizarding magazines and newspapers went on a picture spree.
"Miss Granger! Just a question, what are you going to do now that you've been named 'Most Excellent' witch the world has seen for at least 200 years, what are you going to do?" A plump reporter dressed in plum colored robes asked.
Hermione thought of several answers. Her first thought was to say, "I'm going to Disneyland!" but considering she stood before the Wizarding press, they wouldn't understand her Muggle humor. The second thought was, "Find me a man," which she couldn't say either, because it would be to her total and utter embarrassment to admit she hasn't been on a single date in a year. It's not that guys didn't ask her—it's just that she...well, didn't like the guys that did ask her. They were usually nerdy, with thick glasses and weird teeth. Come on, her parents were dentists! They had to have nice teeth! So, she spoke her third thought.
"Well, I don't really know. Nothing, I suppose. This is just such a great honor, I guess I'll just hold a little celebration with my closest friends…" She said, her voice trailing off at the thought of her friends. Her smile faltered momentarily, but she finished out the rest of the reporters prying question with gusto, smiling brightly and holding up her plaque for the world to see.
Dear Hermione,
Congratulations on your award! Of course, as anyone could predict, you were bound to receive it! After being the only witch in who knows how many years to master wandless magic, you were bound to receive this award! Not to mention your superb healing skills.
Sorry we couldn't be celebrating with you, we really wish we could come home tomorrow...but you know Ron, he's so uptight about money that he says we can't waste anytime and leave, "we've already spent too much on this honeymoon already!"…his words exactly. Maybe this double honeymoon wasn't such a good idea...had it been just Harry and I, we would have most definitely come. But Ron and Lavender would have none of it!
Oh, I must go now—we're going snorkeling! We've taken a lot of pictures for you!
Miss you—
Ginny W. Potter
It had been a full four days, seven hours, and 25 minutes since she was proclaimed "Most Excellent" (not that she was counting or anything), and her friends had just congratulated her. Real friends they are, Hermione thought acidly. She then proceeded to crumple up the letter with vigor, chucking it into the crackling fire. She watched calmly as the embers licked the letter, slowly disintegrating it into nothingness. Closing her eyes in satisfaction, she was startled by the loud cawing of the bird Ginny had sent her letter with.
"Oh bother," Hermione mumbled, getting up from her comfortable recliner and went to get the smallest scroll of paper she owned.
Ginny-
Sorry this letter is short, but you know me, no time for anything. (Not even friends, she thought bitterly) I can't wait to hear about all your fun times. Sorry, I would write more, but I have to go to work early in order to avoid the pesky press.
-Hermione
Hermione laughed at her childish responseand quickly tied the letter to the leg of the tropical bird.
"Off you go you overgrown bat," She grumbled, opening her window wide. "And now I must go to work with a good attitude," She said in a falsely cheerful tone. "Afterall, nothing is ever wrong with—" She was cut off suddenly by an urgent pop.
"Miss Granger, there's a medical emergency back at the hospital," a young nurse panted, her long, auburn locks disheveled. "They need your knowledge and experience, and quick. This...I can't believe it's happened..." She quickly buried her face in her hands as small sobs shook her petite frame.
Hermione quickly put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Let's go now," She said, even though she was dressed in a comfortable pair of sweats and a white "wife beater."
"Where is the patient?" Hermione asked once they made it safely to her private office.
"This way," The young nurse said, leading Hermione towards the IC unit. Hermione held her breath as she followed the girl at a brisk pace.
As they rounded the corner, Hermione gasped at the amounts of people that were trying to flow in and out of the room. It was total chaos.
Hermione knew that she couldn't workwith swarms of of doctors and nurses hudling over her shoulder, watching her every move.Whistling loudly to grab everyone's attention, she smiled. "That's better! Now, I need to get in the room withthree of the best doctors awaiting orders outside the room. I need to work in silence. Now move! We've got a life on the line!" Hermione shouted. At once the people billowed out of the room, leaving a little path for Hermione to travel to get to the door. Once inside, she quickly shut the door behind her and closed her eyes, getting in "the zone", as she called it. Turning, she was shocked to see just to what extent the man had been injured.
Hermione gasped as she looked at the bloody corpse on the bed, blood oozing from his torso without relent. She glanced at his face, pale blond hair shielding the pained look on his face, a sweat from fever breaking over his brow. That hair...that face, I know this bloke…Hermione quickly shook away these thoughts; she had to act quickly, not ponder over who's life she was saving. Hastily she pulled out her wand, trying a complex mending spell, only to have his body reject it and cause more blood to surge out.
"Anti-mending spell," She mused out loud, "clever. Haven't seen this one in a long time." Quickly, in order to help preserve his life, Hermione went to work disintegrating the spell and healing the wounds of the dying young man that lay at her mercy. The blood stopped flowing immediately, leaving fleshy pink scars in it's place. Hermione quirked an eyebrow. The scars spelt a word.
"Traitor?" Hermione whispered. Immediately the patient started thrashing about in his bed. Pulling out her wand, she tried several restraining spells, only for them to be deflected. "I need help in here! I think he's having seizures or going into shock. I need blood, now!" Hermione shouted towards the door. Immediately three doctors rushed in, their wands in hand. They each tried spells to restrain him to no avail.
"Dr. Granger, we have to get him still in order to administer the blood rejuvenating spell!" An elderly Mediwizard said, wiping the early signs of perspiration from his brow.
"He's not responding to any spells! What do you expect me to do, knock him upside the head?" Hermione asked heatedly. Immediately she regretted using that tone with Dr. Elmer Mobston. He was the kindest doctor that she had ever met, especially with children. "Never mind," She said quickly, halting anyone from snapping back at her. She quickly conjured silk ropes to tie his wrists and ankles to the bedside.
"Good work, Dr. Granger," Dr. Emmaleigh Wright said when the patient stopped thrashing his arms. Sadly, she spoke too soon.
"You bloody fool," Hermione mumbled as the patient's body started hauling itself in the air, his biceps and sculpted calvesbulging in effort to loosen to binds.
"He's going to become weaker with this!" The third doctor, Dr. Wayne Zapinski said worridly. Hermione wracked her brain for more "brilliant" ideas.
"Uhm, I've got an idea, but you guys will just have to trust me, alright?" The three doctors nodded cautiously, curiosity in their eyes. Hermione sighed and did the unthinkable: she climbed on hospital bed, still stained with blood, and sat promptly on the patient's midsection. "I'll hold him still," Hermione said, bracing herself by gripping the rail lining the bed on either side of her.
"Imma no trai..." The patient managed to groan out as the painful process of regaining blood started. He began moaning, but his thrashing seemed under control enough. Just as Hermione was about to climb off, Dr. Mobston stopped her.
"Better not risk it," He said, his kind hazel eyes weary. Hermione nodded and stayed in her position.
During this time she examined the patient's face. His face consisted of a strong bone structure, a powerful jaw line that was sprinkled with blond whiskers. His brow was strong, although currently furrowed. His eyes...she couldn't see them on account they were closed, but she was sure they had to be blue. Brown just wouldn't do for a face like this. His hair was a pale blond, the color that would seem white in the moonlight, and thick, yet silky at the same time. Hermione had to press down the urge to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Her weakness in the opposite sex was, after all, a good smile and a good head of hair.
Hermione's train of thought was interrupted by an unexpected grumble from the patient upon whom she was parked.
"What?" She said, leaning closer to his mouth in hopes to hear the strained whisper again.
"Gerroff," He mumbled.
"Giraffe?" Hermione asked, sitting up, still straddling the torso. "He must be dreaming about going to a zoo..." Hermione laughed, her fellow doctors chuckling at the remark. Turning back to the patient, she began talking to him. "No, sweetie, there's no giraffes here. Just a bunch of ugly doctors who just saved your life!" Hermione said sweetly.
"Speak for yourself," Dr. Wright said, fluffing her black hair that was cut into a bobbed style. Hermione laughed heartily as Dr. Wright continued, "Now if you will all excuse me, apparently I need to beautify myself. Oh, and Dr. Granger, you can get off the patient now."
Hermione had the decency to blush and glance back at the man she was straddling, only to be shocked to see his eyes open.
His gray eyes.
"Granger...please, I asked before. Get off." He said.
Hermione's jaw went slack. How did she not recognize the biggest prat that had ever walked the earth.
"Malfoy?"
Hey guys, hope you enjoyed that chapter. I know, kind of strange and unprofessional of Hermione sitting on Draco like that, but hey, I had to make it awkward for her somehow. Review please! I really want to continue this story, I have good ideas! I promise!