And I'm back! I know I said I would not be writing in quite a while, but I just needed to get this off me before my exams next week (wish me luck guys!). So this is slightly different from my usual fics, I got the idea to write a fic about my otp from a tumblr post with thanks to fellow tumblr users ohsebs and officialcadbane. Thanks a lot!
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Draco coughed and tried to open his eyes which seemed sealed shut with a Permanent Sticking Charm. He succeeded, only to close them again after being blinded by a bright yellow light. After a few tries (after all, Malfoys did not give up), he regained his vision and noticed a glass of water on his bedside table. He downed it in a gulp, only noticing how furry his mouth was after the first sip.
Setting his glass down on said table, Draco began to look around his surroundings and assess his situation. He realized that he was in St. Mungo's, if the harried looking Healers rushing around attending to patients were any indication.
With this realization, Draco also found out that he was very obviously not in a private ward like he was supposed to be in all his few visits to Mungo's.
This did not prevent the black-haired man in the bed opposite him to scowl at him openly and shake his newspapers out with exaggerated movements. The title today was 'EX DEATH EATER IN HOSPITAL? TRUE OR TRAP?' Draco sneered back and tried to ignore the little stabbing of pain at his heart when he saw the headline.
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and his parents had fallen, hard. Lucius had to hand over some of his money to the Ministry, but it had been manageable, at least. Draco had been able to have a normal life, well, minus the black looks and whispers behind his back.
Speaking of Healers attending to patients, where was his? Even if the Healer did not immediately come to him when he was conscious, he could at least count on a sobbing parent at his bedside to call one to his service.
Draco asked himself if a sobbing parent would even come to him at Mungo's this day. Then he tried to remember what he did to end up at St. Mungo's. His last memory was of him, Theo and Blaise downing shots at the bar at Dragon Heart, a new pub they decided to try out. Then everything went hazy. Stupid, Draco. You've probably gone and fucked up. Again.
A clopping of heels on the floor distracted Draco from his musings. He turned, ready to smile with most charm at the Mediwitch approaching all so he could leave and go home early.
His smirk slid off his face like water off plastic (yes, he knew what plastic was), when he saw which brunette witch he had had a crush on since fifth year it was.
"Hermione Jean Granger?"
Poor Draco… what's going to happen now? Wait for the next chapter to find out! I'll try to update quick, really! Sorry if it's a little bit short.
