Chapter Two
AN: Hey there, I got enough reviews saying that this story needs to continue, so here's the second chapter!! I hope you enjoy!!!
Oh and if forgot to say on the last post, I don't own Harry Potter!!!
It had been two days since Hermione had brought Draco to her home, and so far her charge had yet to show sings of returning to the world of the living.
She had put him in her spare bedroom, and after sitting there looking at him trying to figure out what she was going to do with him once he woke was when she realized that he had no clothing.
So she called the only person she could think of to help her in this situation. Her mother.
After a short phone call, and a quick explanation Lola Granger was on the job. Showing up a couple hours later with shopping bags galore. It was mostly just simple clothing of T-shirts, and jeans, and a few pairs of boxers. Those would have to do for now.
Hermione hadn't told her mother everything, but Lola understood. She knew that her daughter knew what she was doing, so she didn't press the matter.
After a brief cup of tea, Lola had to get back home, leaving Hermione once again with Draco.
The next day Madam Pomfrey flooed in and pronounced Draco completely healed. Hermione was a little shocked considering the extent of his injuries. But the medi-witch assured her that her potions could work wonders in only a matter of days.
When the older woman had left, leaving Hermione with a cream to rub on him to help with the stiffness, she went back in to Draco's bedroom to get a closer look and the still sleeping boy.
Now that the bruises had faded and the swelling had gone down, he looked more like the Draco we all know and love. She reached over and brushed a small strand of hair off of his forehead.
Opening up the little container of goop, Hermione put some on her hands and slowly started to rub it on to his arm. She was a little surprised when her hands started to feel warm and tingly.
When she finished one arm she walked around the bed and applied it to the other. While rubbing the cream onto his body Hermione started to hum a soft melody.
Slowly he regained consciousness. His body felt warm and there was a slight tingle to it. He felt heavy, but content. And in some far away place he heard soft music, it sounded like an angel.
"Oh God, I'm dead, he killed me. I'm dead," were the thoughts that ran through. But as he slowly regained his senses he had a sensation that some one was massaging him.
"Well that's a little odd… What's going on?"
Hermione's hands flew away from his chest where she had been rubbing when she heard Draco groan.
"Oh my gosh, Draco are you ok?" Hermione asked leaning closer to him.
His eyes lids started to flutter and he croaked out, "W-Where am I?"
"Some place safe, there's nothing you need to worry about," she answered him.
When his eyes finally opened, Draco was shocked by who he saw.
"G-Granger?"
"Yes?" she asked timidly.
"What's going on? What happened?" he asked.
"Dumbledore told us everything. When you went to him, you collapsed and he took you to the Hogwart's Hospital Wing, then called an emergency meeting of the Order. He then asked me to take you and let you live with me as we pretend to be muggles," Hermione paraphrased everything the best she could. But Draco seemed to understand.
With a short nod he, with Hermione's help, sat up in the bed. "So you know everything, huh," he said hanging his head slightly, as if he was ashamed.
"Yeah I know everything."
Draco let out a long sigh, and then he realized just how hungry he was. "Hey Granger, you got anything to eat around here?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah I was just about to go and start dinner, when I was finished in here with you," she told him, standing up off the edge of the bed where she had been sitting. "Oh and before I go, I was going to tell you that you have a closet full of clothes, and the bathrooms down the hall on the left, if you want to take a shower," Hermione said making a move for the door.
But before she got there she heard, "Thank you…. Hermione."
"Your welcome, Draco."