A/N: First of all, once again I have to apologize for taking so long to post this up. At least I got this up on the day of the promised deadline. :D

Second, thank you to all of you people who've added this story to your favorite lists. It gives me a warm and bubbly feeling.

Now if only you could all review…. ^_^

Song Inspiration: "Bed of Roses" by Oblivion Dust

Disclaimer: All HP characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling. But this plot is all mine. :]

As the day passed, Hermione continued to check in on Draco "discretely". She would take the long way to her office that just happened to pass by his room, and even took the elevator three floors up just so that she could use the restroom down the hall from him.

Not once however did she actually go back into the room. She was curious, yes, but she still would not go back.

'Why not,' she wondered. 'He is your patient, after all. Checking in on him would only be natural.'

Hermione stopped pacing up and down her small office as she considered that. She should go see him. After all, what kind of doctor would she be if she neglected her patients? She nodded to herself as she picked up some papers on her desk and quickly skimmed through them.

A knock sounded as she stacked the papers into a neat pile at the corner of her desk.

"Come in."

"Hello, hello," came Devon's voice as he stepped into the room. "Busy?"

Hermione turned and sat on the edge of her desk. "Not really. I'm planning on going home soon."

"You aren't going to check in on your friend?" he asked cheekily. "Come on. I know you've wanted to do so all day."

Hermione's eyes widened but she tilted her chin up in defiance, looking very much like a pouting child. "I have not." Devon grinned teasingly.

"Oh really? Because I just had a nurse tell me that she saw you walk past the room four times in five minutes and that you kept peeking in through the little window in the door."

Knowing she had been caught, Hermione gave Devon a small glare that only made him laugh.

"Really?! I didn't know if I should believe her but…wow!" He continued to laugh as Hermione watched him, annoyed and with a light tinge of pink on her cheeks. Once he sobered up, he smiled at her and extended his hand. "Come on. I'll go with you."

She sighed and took his hand to get off the desk. They walked slowly through the halls until they reached the room. She stopped him as he was about to open the door. "I feel strange doing this. I know he's also my patient but…"

Devon cut her off with a gentle yet firm voice. "Yes. He is your patient. Hermione, you cannot let personal differences get in the way of you treating him like you would any other patient. You have to remain professional." His tone held finality and Hermione was reminded that Devon already had a few years' more experience than her. She didn't say anything but reached to open the door by herself.

They walked in and began to do a routine check up. Once everything was cleared, Hermione stood at the foot of the bed and looked at Draco still deeply asleep.

"Strange tattoo…pretty interesting though," she heard Devon say.

She hadn't noticed it earlier that day when she'd checked in on him since she had been distracted by the needle marks. But there it was in all its glory, not much below the bruising. Against the white skin, the Dark Mark seemed to sneer at her.

"That's not a tattoo," she murmured so only she could hear before they walked out of the room.

"I'll see you in the morning. Thank you."

"No problem," he said as he ruffled up her hair, something that earned him another glare. They said their good-byes and Hermione walked back to her office feeling much better and ready to go home.

It was 3:47 a.m. when Draco finally woke up. He still felt drowsy but was alert enough to know that he wasn't home.

The bed was small and could barely be classified as comfortable, not at all like his bed at Malfoy Manor. The room was dark though there was light coming from a window in the door. A strange beeping noise was coming from his left and he turned his head to find where it was coming from. There were a few contraptions with numbers and blinking lights that had tubes connected to him. He was in the hospital but this was definitely not Saint Mungo's.

He groaned as anger and confusion spread through him. He tried sitting up more to get a better view of his surroundings.

The walls were a royal blue color and the room was sparsely decorated; a side table to his right, and a lonely brown armchair in the corner by the window to his left.

How had he gotten there? How long had he been asleep? For all he could remember, he'd been at Blaise's house since Tuesday, though he didn't know how long ago that had been since he had no way of knowing how much time he'd been asleep.

He let his head rest more comfortably against the small pillow as he brought a hand up to scratch his arm. He felt more rested than he had in the past two years. What had they given him? Better yet, who had given him whatever it was? He needed answers, damn it! For all he knew, some crazy muggles were doing experiments on him and it was all Blaise's fault. He was almost certain that Blaise had something to do with all of this.

A shadow crossed the room as someone moved outside. Draco closed his eyes quickly, not wanting whoever it was to know that he was awake. The person walked into the room and stood near the foot of his bed. He took a peek and saw a girl in fuchsia colored scrubs writing something down on a clipboard. After a minute or two, the nurse left the room, closing the door securely behind her.

Eyes once again open, Draco decided he had enough. He needed to get out of wherever this place was and get back home. More importantly, he needed to hunt down Blaise and kill him.

He reached for the pocket in his pajama pants to retrieve his wand, when he realized two things:

1.) He wasn't wearing his pajamas at all, but hospital clothing made of cotton. That meant that…

2.) He didn't have his wand with him.

Where the bloody hell had that blasted thing gotten to!? He frantically looked under the bed sheets and over the sides of the bed only to find nothing. If the muggles had it then they might throw it away or even break it thinking that it's just a stick.

His breathing quickened at the thought and he absent-mindedly scratched at a spot on his neck. With nothing else to do, Draco laid back down, fearfully resigned and a fire in his eyes.

Oh yes, Blaise was going to pay.

As the hours passed, the rising sun brought some much appreciated warmth to what promised to be a beautiful Saturday in February.

The whole hospital seemed a little brighter and happier with the rays of sunshine that streamed through the open blinds.

So it was with a light spring in her step that Hermione walked into her office. A small smile played on her lips as she took off her dark blue coat and hung it on a hook by the door.

Her morning had been going well; she had woken up feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead. On her way to the hospital she decided to stop at a small coffee shop and she ended up getting her hot chocolate on the house. And to top everything off, there had been no traffic on the rest of the way.

She took a seat behind her desk, humming a non-distinct tune, and began to read through some papers that needed to be signed.

"Miss Granger?" she heard with a light knock on her open door.

She looked up with a smile and saw one of the male nurses standing in the door way.

"Jonathan, call me Hermione. Please."

"Hermione," he corrected as he walked towards her desk. "I came to see if you were done signing the documents I left for you earlier."

"I'm taking care of it right now." She looked back down to finish signing the papers. "By the way, do you know if Devon's in?"

"Yes, I believe he is."

"Thank you," she replied as she handed him the documents. Jonathan smiled back before walking out. After straightening up her desk a little, Hermione walked out of her office and headed towards Devon's, hoping to spread her good mood.

Just as she turned the corner and saw his door, Devon walked out looking rushed. He spotted her as she rounded the corner and walked quickly towards her. "Oh good, you're here," he said as he took her by the arm and led her back around the corner.

"Good morning to you too Devon. Where are we going?"

"It seems your friend finally woke up. He nearly scared a nurse half to death."

Suddenly Hermione's mood dampened. "So we're stepping in to control him?"

"Precisely."

"Joy," she replied, eyes slightly wide but overall ready for what she had to do.

When they got to Draco's room, Jonathan and two interns were already there trying to get the frantic looking young man to get back in the bed. The interns looked scared out of their wits and weren't doing much except plead to the patient to relax.

Devon walked ahead of her and began to take control of the situation. With a nod in Jonathan's direction, Jonathan took hold of Draco by the arms and restrained him as best as he could.

"You two can go. We have this covered."

The nervous interns nodded and exited the room quickly. Hermione stood quietly by the door, still unnoticed by the crazed patient. She had never seen Malfoy like that before. He had an insane look on his face mixed with desperation. He was struggling against the hold that Jonathan had on him and he kept jerking involuntarily every so often. She could hear Devon trying to calm him down but it was having no effect.

"You have to try to relax."

"Let me go!" he yelled as he gave a violent jerk to try to free himself. He gave another yell of frustration and began a panting plea.

"Make it stop! Get them off of me! ...Just…make it stop!"

Hermione knew that she should be used to seeing that kind of behavior but seeing Malfoy like that was too much. She had to do something. Checking her pocket for her wand, Hermione stepped forward.

"Devon, I can handle this. You two can go." Her voice was firm and her eyes pleaded Devon to trust her. With one look down at her, Devon sighed and nodded towards Jonathan.

The two walked out of the room, shutting the door behind them. She watched them walk away through the window and took out her wand. After muttering a locking and silencing spell, Hermione turned back to a bewildered looking Malfoy.

"Granger?"

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy."