Hermione sat solemnly in the uncomfortable wooden chair in St. Mungo's
Hospital attempting to ignore the numbness making itself present in her
rear end due to her four hours of simply sitting. Her fingers twiddled
themselves in her lap as she tried to stop herself from getting up and
pacing for that would make her look just like the overanxious to-be father
in the other corner of the room. After the first forty-five minutes of his
pacing, she had been ready to put him in a body-binding curse.
A nurse clad in the plain blue dressing gowns of the hospital staff opened the door leading to the waiting room and Hermione's head shot up, hoping the woman was coming to speak to her. However, the woman kept on walking until she reached an elderly lady who was asleep further on down the row of chairs. By the time Hermione had been able to calm herself down enough to apparate herself and Draco to the hospital, his breathing had slowed to an occasional wheeze and the blood from his head had soaked through her shirt from holding him. She couldn't even tell what had happened to him there had been so much blood- so much blood . . .
Hermione jumped up from her seat, unable to take the ignorance these people were putting her through any longer.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Hermione placed her hand on the shoulder of the nurse who had previously entered the room, making it impossible for the woman to get past her. "I NEED to know what has been going on back there and if SOMEONE doesn't speak to me soon about Draco's condition, I'm marching back there and finding the doctor myself."
The nurse's eyes grew slightly and she took a step backward. "Who are you waiting on, miss?"
"Mr. Draco Malfoy," Hermione sighed; relieved someone was listening to her.
The nurse scurried off and Hermione took her seat again, resting her head in her hands. The first tear she had allowed from herself in quite some time ran down her cheek gracefully, tracing the curves of her face before falling to splash on the leg of her bloody jeans.
Another nurse crashed through the swinging doors leading to the waiting room and rushed over to Hermione.
"Come with me, dear," the older woman mumbled as she grabbed Hermione's hand and yanked her back through the door.
"Mr. Malfoy seems to have had a knife entered into his skull. Either that or a sword. I don't believe it was self-inflicted as the wound was found at the back of his skull, but there is no evidence as to how it may have happened otherwise. He lost a lot of blood and had already gone through a transfusion. The medi-wizard has also already entered some temporary stitches into his head and will be coming back in a moment to heal it. He is unconscious but does not seem to have a concussion. However, he is in a coma. If you would like to see him, you can look through the window I am about to bring you to and as soon as the doctor is done healing him, you may visit him in his own room. Now, tell me, would you prefer a private or shared room?"
Hermione just stood there, trying to take all of what the nurse had said in.
"A - a coma? When will he wake up?" she stuttered and began walking again, as the nurse was leaving her behind.
"We are unable to tell, my dear, but most likely in a day or two. Now, about the room."
"Private," Hermione snapped impatiently. "Is there anything else wrong with him? Will the blood transfusion be a problem? Has there been memory lo-"
The nurse cut off Hermione, "He will be fine just as soon as the medi- wizard is done with him and he wakes up. Now, here is his room," she nodded towards a light green curtain, blocking out what was presumably a window. "Good luck."
Hermione rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain, gasping at what she saw. Draco was sitting up in the bright white bed, grinning like a maniac and waving at her through the window completely unsupervised. An evil glint had taken over his eyes and he winked at her quickly before running his index finger across his throat and pointing to the bed. Hermione felt her eyes widen uncontrollably and took off down the hallway in search of the nurse. After merely a few seconds, Hermione had found the exasperated old woman and rushed up to her.
"That's not Draco! Where's Draco?" she yelled desperately.
"That is most certainly Mr. Malfoy, miss," the woman sighed before following Hermione back to the room. She approached the curtain and stared into the room at the young man lying immobilized in the bed, eyes closed peacefully. "See?"
"But- but," Hermione stuttered.
"Miss, maybe you should get some sleep," the nurse grinned and walked in the other direction.
As soon as the nurse's back was turned, Draco's head rose again and gave Hermione a malicious grin. Hermione burst through the door to his room and strode up to the bed, grabbing "Draco" by the shoulders.
"What have you done with Draco, you sadistic bastard?" Hermione screamed, shaking the imposter to and fro.
"Well, you truly didn't think that my son had the capability of killing me for good, did you? And you most certainly didn't believe I would just sit back and take him not only trying to kill me but running around on romantic escapades with a MUDBLOOD, did you?" the body of Draco asked, the same gleam in his eyes.
"Lucius?" Hermione audibly gasped.
"Don't speak my name," he snapped before grabbing her wrist and then apparating from the room.
"I don't know how you managed to push your way into my son's life, but you don't deserve to be there. You're worthless," Lucius spoke clearly as soon as they landed on the floor of the Entrance Way of Malfoy Manor. "Then again, so is he. A disgrace to my name. And you simply add to that."
"Draco is the only respectable thing about your family," Hermione spat before realizing what the consequences of her actions would be.
Before Hermione had a chance to even blink, Lucius Malfoy's fist had collided with her cheek. She flew back onto the marble floor, the trickle of blood now emanating from her lip adding to that already on her clothes.
"Don't' speak of that which you do not know," Lucius snapped. "My son is a disgrace to my world. I used to hold power and he took that away from me."
"He was righteous. He overpowered you!" Hermione sneered from her place on the ground.
Lucius snatched Hermione up from the ground, "Well then, how is it that I now hold not only my son, but the most precious thing in his life hostage?"
"You took advantage of our moment of weakness. It was the only way you could win and you knew it, so you attacked Draco while he still was at a loss of his sanity. Then, you attacked me when I was distraught over your cheap tricks. That is cowardly," Hermione stood up.
"He was responsible for the death of my wife! That is unforgivable!" Lucius roared.
"Narcissa Malfoy is still alive," Hermione pointed out, growing confused.
"Narcissa Malfoy is not my wife nor my son's mother. She is Draco's caretaker. Draco's mother died during childbirth," Lucius spoke, almost sympathetically.
"Who was his mother?" Hermione asked, now almost as ease with the conversation and more interested in Lucius's answer.
"Cassandra," Lucius mumbled, his blue eyes seeming to lose their maliciousness only for the moment he spoke her name, as if it were too precious to be in the presence of hate.
The sound of the heels of boots crashing against marble startled Hermione and she looked up into the unnaturally wide eyes of Draco Malfoy.
A nurse clad in the plain blue dressing gowns of the hospital staff opened the door leading to the waiting room and Hermione's head shot up, hoping the woman was coming to speak to her. However, the woman kept on walking until she reached an elderly lady who was asleep further on down the row of chairs. By the time Hermione had been able to calm herself down enough to apparate herself and Draco to the hospital, his breathing had slowed to an occasional wheeze and the blood from his head had soaked through her shirt from holding him. She couldn't even tell what had happened to him there had been so much blood- so much blood . . .
Hermione jumped up from her seat, unable to take the ignorance these people were putting her through any longer.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Hermione placed her hand on the shoulder of the nurse who had previously entered the room, making it impossible for the woman to get past her. "I NEED to know what has been going on back there and if SOMEONE doesn't speak to me soon about Draco's condition, I'm marching back there and finding the doctor myself."
The nurse's eyes grew slightly and she took a step backward. "Who are you waiting on, miss?"
"Mr. Draco Malfoy," Hermione sighed; relieved someone was listening to her.
The nurse scurried off and Hermione took her seat again, resting her head in her hands. The first tear she had allowed from herself in quite some time ran down her cheek gracefully, tracing the curves of her face before falling to splash on the leg of her bloody jeans.
Another nurse crashed through the swinging doors leading to the waiting room and rushed over to Hermione.
"Come with me, dear," the older woman mumbled as she grabbed Hermione's hand and yanked her back through the door.
"Mr. Malfoy seems to have had a knife entered into his skull. Either that or a sword. I don't believe it was self-inflicted as the wound was found at the back of his skull, but there is no evidence as to how it may have happened otherwise. He lost a lot of blood and had already gone through a transfusion. The medi-wizard has also already entered some temporary stitches into his head and will be coming back in a moment to heal it. He is unconscious but does not seem to have a concussion. However, he is in a coma. If you would like to see him, you can look through the window I am about to bring you to and as soon as the doctor is done healing him, you may visit him in his own room. Now, tell me, would you prefer a private or shared room?"
Hermione just stood there, trying to take all of what the nurse had said in.
"A - a coma? When will he wake up?" she stuttered and began walking again, as the nurse was leaving her behind.
"We are unable to tell, my dear, but most likely in a day or two. Now, about the room."
"Private," Hermione snapped impatiently. "Is there anything else wrong with him? Will the blood transfusion be a problem? Has there been memory lo-"
The nurse cut off Hermione, "He will be fine just as soon as the medi- wizard is done with him and he wakes up. Now, here is his room," she nodded towards a light green curtain, blocking out what was presumably a window. "Good luck."
Hermione rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain, gasping at what she saw. Draco was sitting up in the bright white bed, grinning like a maniac and waving at her through the window completely unsupervised. An evil glint had taken over his eyes and he winked at her quickly before running his index finger across his throat and pointing to the bed. Hermione felt her eyes widen uncontrollably and took off down the hallway in search of the nurse. After merely a few seconds, Hermione had found the exasperated old woman and rushed up to her.
"That's not Draco! Where's Draco?" she yelled desperately.
"That is most certainly Mr. Malfoy, miss," the woman sighed before following Hermione back to the room. She approached the curtain and stared into the room at the young man lying immobilized in the bed, eyes closed peacefully. "See?"
"But- but," Hermione stuttered.
"Miss, maybe you should get some sleep," the nurse grinned and walked in the other direction.
As soon as the nurse's back was turned, Draco's head rose again and gave Hermione a malicious grin. Hermione burst through the door to his room and strode up to the bed, grabbing "Draco" by the shoulders.
"What have you done with Draco, you sadistic bastard?" Hermione screamed, shaking the imposter to and fro.
"Well, you truly didn't think that my son had the capability of killing me for good, did you? And you most certainly didn't believe I would just sit back and take him not only trying to kill me but running around on romantic escapades with a MUDBLOOD, did you?" the body of Draco asked, the same gleam in his eyes.
"Lucius?" Hermione audibly gasped.
"Don't speak my name," he snapped before grabbing her wrist and then apparating from the room.
"I don't know how you managed to push your way into my son's life, but you don't deserve to be there. You're worthless," Lucius spoke clearly as soon as they landed on the floor of the Entrance Way of Malfoy Manor. "Then again, so is he. A disgrace to my name. And you simply add to that."
"Draco is the only respectable thing about your family," Hermione spat before realizing what the consequences of her actions would be.
Before Hermione had a chance to even blink, Lucius Malfoy's fist had collided with her cheek. She flew back onto the marble floor, the trickle of blood now emanating from her lip adding to that already on her clothes.
"Don't' speak of that which you do not know," Lucius snapped. "My son is a disgrace to my world. I used to hold power and he took that away from me."
"He was righteous. He overpowered you!" Hermione sneered from her place on the ground.
Lucius snatched Hermione up from the ground, "Well then, how is it that I now hold not only my son, but the most precious thing in his life hostage?"
"You took advantage of our moment of weakness. It was the only way you could win and you knew it, so you attacked Draco while he still was at a loss of his sanity. Then, you attacked me when I was distraught over your cheap tricks. That is cowardly," Hermione stood up.
"He was responsible for the death of my wife! That is unforgivable!" Lucius roared.
"Narcissa Malfoy is still alive," Hermione pointed out, growing confused.
"Narcissa Malfoy is not my wife nor my son's mother. She is Draco's caretaker. Draco's mother died during childbirth," Lucius spoke, almost sympathetically.
"Who was his mother?" Hermione asked, now almost as ease with the conversation and more interested in Lucius's answer.
"Cassandra," Lucius mumbled, his blue eyes seeming to lose their maliciousness only for the moment he spoke her name, as if it were too precious to be in the presence of hate.
The sound of the heels of boots crashing against marble startled Hermione and she looked up into the unnaturally wide eyes of Draco Malfoy.