"GET ME A HEALER!" Blaise screamed as we approached the front doors "I do not care that Potter is not here! I need a healer NOW!"
"Yes." The house elf squealed before disappearing.
"What's going on?" Draco asked, as we followed Blaise and George through to the room to the right of where we had come in. I wasn't concentrating on what I was sure was an amazing house, instead I stared at the slight tuft of Teddy's hair that I could see. It was his normal colour. Teddy never had his hair the usual brown that it naturally was. Never.
"He'll be fine." Draco said, telling me that he saw what I saw.
"Draco-"
"He will be fine."
"If he's not-"
"I will let you curse me into next week." Draco laughed,
"I will hold you to that." I said, as Draco put me down on a black chaise lounge. I smiled in thanks, raising my feet onto it as well "Pass him here." I demanded of Blaise, who passed me Teddy. I settled him in my arms as they others settled around me.
"Where is that healer?" George sighed, running his hand through his hair. I hadnt seen him in this much distress since Fred's death.
"Here. My name is Healer Zimma. What is the problem?" A young man asked, walking into the room in blue healer robes
"Here." I said
"You're leg?" he asked, surprised "I was told it was an emer-"
"Not her leg, although if it were your comments would not be welcomed." Draco seethed coming to stand behind me
"Of course sir." The healer said, bowing his head "I am sorry, mam."
"Teddy, the boy." I said, looking down at Teddy who was still wheezing in my arms "He's been ill. But he woke up, wheezing and shaking."
"Right." Zimma said, walking towards me. "Lets have a look. Do you mind?" I passed him Teddy, and he held him as he did his examination. I watched on, tears in my eyes as I watched the healer, drag his wand over Teddy, muttering under his breathe.
"I feel like a bloody father." Draco muttered, coming to sit behind me. I moved back, resting my back against his side.
"They amount of times that boy has nearly given me a Gray hair." I laughed, still starring straight ahead, and still having tears in my eyes.
"Even with Gray hair you would be fine as hell." Blaise said, coming to sit on my other side, lifting my feet so they could be on his lap. I laughed
"Glad to have you back." Draco said with a nod, before resting his head against mine again.
"So whats the verdict?" George asked, when the healer straightened back up
"He will be perfectly fine with some rest and a potion."
"But what was wrong with him?" Blaise asked, as the healer passed Teddy to me
"He had a slight muggle cold, this mixed with his wizard blood and the slight traces of Werewolf blood I found in him, made it react badly, thus causing they extreme symptoms."
"But he will be fine?"
"Yes, he will be perfectly healthy in a week or so, as long as he takes the potions I provide every four hours. Do you want me to look over your leg before I go to get the potion?"
"Please." George answered for me, coming to take a restless Teddy from me.
"Were are you going?" I asked Blaise as he lifted my legs of off him and went to leave the room
"There is something I need to do." He left.
"Draco?" I questioned, as the healer started taking of my bandages
"Don't worry about it." He ordered
"Someone did some serious damage to you." Zimma said.
"We know that." Draco snapped "But can you heal it?" Healer Zimme, moved my leg a bit, examining it with his eyes and wand before turning to me
"Yes I can heal it, but it is seriously infected."
"So?"
"The infection needs to be dealt with before the actual cut can be healed."
"Meaning?" This time it was me who snapped
"That I will have to wait a few days, and you will have to take some potions before I can heal it."
"Right." I nodded
"I will go and get the potions." Zimma said, excusing himself.
"Why is the house empty?" I asked Draco, smiling as I looked at George, who was starting to fall asleep with George also dozing in his arms.
"Potter is probably at a meeting with his father, and no one else really lives here, apart from me and Blaise."
"You live here? Why not at home?"
"My father." He replied simply.
"Will we stay here?" I asked quietly
"Yes. I doubt Potter will let you go now that we have you here."
"What if I just left? What if I just got up and left."
"Then we would hunt you down again, my dear." I froze in Draco's arms upon hearing that voice behind me,
"My lord." Draco said, his body going stiff for a moment before I felt him try and move me so he could get up
"No, stay their Draco." He moved further into the room, so I could see him. Voldermort. He hadn't changed since I last meet him...but they air around him did feel less hostile as he walked to stand directly in front of me.
"Miss Granger. How are you? Apart from they obvious?" He asked, gesturing to my leg. I shivered as his snake like face looked at me full on. How was Harry related to this? I questioned myself, before answering him
"Tired. Hungry. Dirty." I answered honestly, an icy edge to my voice
"Then why has Draco not showed you to your rooms?"
"We are waiting for the healer to return." Draco replied,
"You had your leg checker already?"
"Teddy was ill." I answered, gesturing to the sleeping baby and Weasley. Voldermort smiled at the sight. I shivered.
"And has my son been told of your arrival?" He asked, taking a seat opposite me in a wooden high back chair.
"Blaise has just gone to inform him." Draco replied. I knew it. Of course he did. And I though that he was on my side.
"I have the- My lord." Healer Zimma said, as he entered the room, instantly bowing as he saw his master.
"Healer Zimma, continue." Voldermort said. Zimma nodded
"You must take these every day after food." Zimma said, handing me five different coloured potions
"In any order?"
"No. But remember them, every day. Now, the boy must take this very four hours. I will come back in three days to check on you both, but if his symptoms do not get better, or your leg gets worse, please contact me straight away. Oh, and I suggest not bandaging your leg up. Now, I must return to my job." He bowed out, leaving us with the potions.
"How did you injure your leg?" Voldermort asked me. He was actually being quite civil to me, and that fact through me of.
"We were attacked." Draco answered for me "If you excuse me My lord, I will take George and Teddy to their rooms. Hermione-"
"Will be perfectly fine here with me until you return." Voldermort reassured. I did not feel reassured in the slightest. Draco nodded and woke George, who didn't eve look around before he followed Draco out the room.
"My son talks of you a lot."
"Oh?" I asked, fidgeting in my seat slightly
"Only ever good things. He is in love with you." I couldn't help myself, I snorted at the comment "You do not believe it?"
"He abandoned me for months." I answered simply
"He always regretted that."
"Regrets are regrets for a reason."
"That they are my dear." We sat in silence, as Voldermort looked at me, like he was trying to work me out. I looked around the room. It was a large room, with portrait hanging on the white walls, and a drinks cabinet on they opposite side of the room to me. Chairs were the main feature in this room, and I could imagine this room as the room you went to for some drinks before food. "I trust that you have been told of our...reforms?" Voldermort asked,
"That you are no longer killing muggle borns?" Voldermort nodded "Yes. Draco and Blaise have told me. I cant say that I am happy that you are throwing us on an island, but it is better then death."
"The ones that are on they island, are perfectly happy. They have homes, food, water, everything they could need." I rolled my eyes at him, laughing at his ridicules idea that that was all people needed.
"Hermione?" Draco asked from the doorway "You ready to go to your room?" I went to stand up, having to grab onto the back of the lounge I was sitting on as my legs nearly gave out under me
"Do you need a hand my dear?" Voldermort asked, standing and taking my arm without waiting for my response. His skin was cold and slick under my bare arm, and I instantly shied away from him
"I can take her." Draco said, taking a step forward
"No, you lead, I will help Hermione here." Draco nodded and turned, leading the way out the room "After all, if my son has his way, which I'm sure he will, we will be family soon." I nearly gagged.
The house was extremely white, the walls, the ceiling, the floor everything was white and pristine. How I ever thought this felt like home made me sure that I was turning into a complete idiot. I mean it was so big and impersonal and it just felt...right. Beside me Voldermort laughed, and I pulled my walls up, instantly remembering that Harry had got his skills from somewhere.
"Right or left?" I asked once we reached the top of he stairs, hating the fact that I was having to rely on the worlds vilest men to help me up a flight of sodding stairs.
"Right." Voldermort answered
"I was going to go left." Draco supplied, looking down the corridor to our left
"I think my son has the third room on the left set up for her return."
"very well." Draco said, looking down. The silence returned as we turned right, walking past two pairs of doubled doors, before stopping in front of the third one. Draco pushed the doors open, and lead me into the room.
It was perfect. Book shelves covered the whole right wall of the room, books lining them. Opposite that was a queen sized four poster bed with red and gold hangings. A small desk sat in front of the window seat, looking out over the grounds. The carpet was white, and soft as it soaked up by shoe covered feet. "That door there is your wardrobe." Draco told me, pointing the door to the left of my bed "And that one your bathroom." He pointed to the one of the right. "Do you want a bath run?" I nodded, still staring at the books.
"Shall we go and look?" Voldermort asked, letting me lean on him as he helped me to the book shelves. My fingers drifted along the pristine spines of the book, enjoying the feeling on them. "Harry said you were a book-worm. Well, his exact words were that you were 'his little bookworm'"
"I'm not his." I hissed, he didn't reply
"Your baths been run." Draco informed me, coming over to take me from Voldermort.
Once we had walked into the bathroom I let out a long breaths "Sorry." Draco muttered, pulling me to him for a hug
"Its fine." I sighed, before pulling back from Draco.
"Right. I'll leave you to bath in peace." Draco said, leaving me and closing the door behind him.
The bathroom was the perfect size, the bath big enough for me and probably one other person. I smiled as stripped, happy to be out of my grotty clothes, as I practically crawled up the marble steps into the bath.
The bath was heaven, the pure white bubbles tickling my chin as I sank deeper, only hissing slightly as the water invaded my cut. But the slight pain was gone quickly, as I sunk deeper into the water. I hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and I defiantly hadn't felt this clean.
With a deep sigh of contentment I closed my eyes.
"Hermione? Can I come on!" I jolted awake at the sound of the knocking on the door, and sat up, disorientated as to where I was for a moment. Once I had my bearings I sank back into the still warm water, that still had bubbles on
"Must be a spell." I mumbled to myself, before making sure I was covered and calling Draco in
"I have a glass of elfs blood for you."
"Thank you!" I smiled, reaching my hand out for it.
"Mind if I come in?" Blaise asked from the door way, he walked in without waiting for my answer.
"So, you went to find Harry?" I asked, taking a sip of the drink. "Merlin, this is amazing!" I said, as the cold liquid made its way down my throat.
"Good. You deserve it." Draco said, taking a seat on they edge of my bath
"yeah, I went to find Harry. He was in a meeting. Didn't say when he was going to be back." I laughed at this.
"Don't worry about him. He loves you."
"Got a funny way of proving it."
"He does. But were not going to talk about that all know."
"Good, I was starting to feel like a girl with they amount of emotional talks we've all had." Blaise said, sitting on the toilet.
"Well, what did you interrupt my bath for then?"
"You've been in here for over an hour, we didnt know you were still in it."
"I feel asleep." I muttered, embarrassed. They both laughed at me, and I took another sip of the drink to hide my embarrassment. "So, why did you interrupt my bath?" I asked once their laughter had finished.
"Its weird not being around you all the time." Blaise said, looking at his hands
"What's going to be weirder is sleeping without you two." I admitted
"I have to agree." Draco said "George has Teddy curled up beside him on the bed."
"They both sleeping?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds like a good idea. They idea of being able to sleep in a prober bed, with a mattress sounds really really good idea."
"We'll let you get out then." Blaise said, dragging Draco out of the room to let me get out of the bath, and wrap a towel around me. It seemed strange to me, I had just had a full conversation with two boys I used to hate, while I was in the bath no less. And it felt normal to me. I was getting to comfortable around the boys. I had to remember that no matter how nice they were to me, or how much I really liked them they were not my friends. They were Harry's henchmen.
I stepped out of the bathroom, the steam floating out around my feet "You two still here?" I asked, as I walked around the bed, my hands in my arms "You got the bag?" I questioned Draco. I had given it to him to look after, while my leg heeled.
"Yeah, but I've unpacked everything. You should have some clothes in the wardrobe." I nodded at him, and wandered into my wardrobe.
Now, I had never been the sort of girl to worry about hair and clothes and make up, I would much rather spend my time reading then worrying about the latest fashions. But eve I could appreciate a gorgeous closet, stacked to the roof with the finest clothes a witch could get hold of. The wardrobe was a bit bigger then my wardrobe, with a comfy looking sofa in the middle that was in the shape of an 's'. The floor was the same shag pile as my room. The walls were lines with clothes, the clothes organized by style and then colour. Even I could appreciate it.
My fingers danced over the silky clothes as I walked along, trying to find the part for nightclothes. When I did find it, I took a deep breathe. I would never, ever wear these. Even for bed clothes they were...promiscuous, The material was silky, and holding it up to myself I could see how short it was against my body.
With a sigh, I picked up the most conservative piece. A white night gown, with a dipping 'v' neck that fell way to high on my thigh for me to feel in the slightest comfy.
"I feel like a slut." I announced as I walked out the wardrobe. They were both lounging on the bed, smirking as I grew closure
"Well you look fine." Blaise commented. I laughed and stood next to him
"You going to move over?" I asked, eyeing him
"Nope. In the middle you get." He said, moving his legs so that I could climb in. I did as I was told, and climbed under the covers
"So comfy." I moaned, as I melted into the mattress.
"That it is. Now sleep." Blaise said, rubbing my back
"Night."
"Night." Draco said, kissing my fore head
"Night, sorella."