Hermione went quickly to work. Rushing to Draco, she took out her wand and pointed it at his heart. His pulse was weakening rapidly, his blood flow rushing to the open wounds inside his body. Hermione's thoughts raced. Blood transfusion-takes too long.Potion-blood mocker, did they have any in the hospital? Probably. She turned to the nearest nurse. "I need you to go and get about five grams of the Blood-Reproduction Potion. As fast as you can." Hermione turned back to Draco who was turning paler than usual. Opening his mouth she placed her wand-tip just under his tongue to take his temperature. The number was incredibly low; ninety-two point three. Without even turning this time she yelled to the person nearest. "I need a temperature increasing charm, look it up and get back here, now." Draco's skin was starting to become a sallow color, he was fading- fast. I know that we hated one another in school but you will not die on me. His breathing was becoming shallow. The heart-monitoring spell was showing that his pulse was continuing to drop at an alarming rate. The same burly nurse from before handed her the Blood-Reproducing Potion. She nodded her thanks and force-fed the potion to Draco. Opening his mouth, she poured the potion into his mouth, then closed it. Placing her fore-and middle fingers at the top of his trachea, she applied slight pressure and drew her fingers down his esophagus to the base of his throat. He swallowed and even sputtered slightly. A good sign.

Ten minutes later, Draco's blood pressure was returning to normal. His breathing was still somewhat irregular but returning to regularity. Finally, a young witch brought Hermione a book called Uncommon Illnesses and How to Cure Them. Hermione glanced at it quickly before performing the Temperature-Increasing Charm. Automatically, the temperature that was shown above her wand had returned to the regular ninety-eight point five. Hermione grimaced. "He's in a pain induced coma. I don't know whether he'll even wake up but for now let's put him in the Intensive Care Unit on the Accidental Spells floor. I know that this probably wasn't accidental but it's got the best Intensive Care Unit in the hospital." The various Medi- wizards followed orders and proceeded to move the young Master Malfoy to his new lodgings.

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Hermione was very dedicated to seeing that Draco was given the best of care. She personally admitted to him every day, even on weekends and nights if she needed to. She wasn't quite sure why she felt so inclined to help the man that had made her life a living hell for seven years of her life, but she felt drawn to him. The house-elf that had admitted him had refused to tell them anything. At any time that the elf had started to say something, he had started to beat himself up on whatever was available. There had even been a very close call with a scalpel. Sitting at her desk one night, Hermione placed her face in her hands and sighed. Who would do something like that to him? The obvious choice would be Lucius Malfoy. He was the only person she knew of that would use one of the Unforgivable's on a family member.but why? What would it accomplish? She supposed she would have to wait until he woke up-if he ever did. She let her head slip from her hands onto the desk, emitting a loud banging noise. When she realized that the banging noise hadn't stopped, Hermione looked up at the door. One of the nurses on night shift was standing outside her door, looking incredibly earnest. Hermione stood and opened the door. "Yes?" she asked. The nurse looked up at her. "Doctor Granger, Mister Malfoy's woken up."