CHAPTER 4: BUSTED! ALMOST..
5:14 AM. MASTER'S BEDROOM.
"Ugh." Draco Malfoy stirred in his sleep. Opening his silver grey eyes, he could make out the outline of his bedroom and the black night he could see through his window is an indication that it was still early in the morning. That was before his concentration shifted to a pair of beautiful, cinnamon colored eyes shimmering.
"Urahyo?" he said, although of course, what he was trying to say was "Who are you?"
The owner of the cinnamon eyes sighed. "Honestly, Malfoy...if only for the fact that your eyesight is alright I would think you have cataract or something! It's me, you're nurse."
In a blink of an eye, Draco sat down on his bed, eyes popping. "Granger?!"
"Yes it's me. Got a problem? Oh, never mind, don't answer that," Hermione said.
"Who's answering?" Draco said, glaring at her. "So what happened? You didn't by chance kidnap me, did you?"
He heard Hermione curse softly under her breath. "How can I kidnap you? You ARE in your bedroom, you poor blind oaf. Wait, let me rephrase that...you 'not so poor' blind oaf," she snapped.
Draco could feel his grip on the bed sheets tighten. "Whatever! SO, what happened to me?"
"You collapsed," Hermione replied in that annoying tone of hers.
"OH."
Hermione studied him for a while. "Why didn't you mention to me that you have a weak heart?" she asked.
Now Draco really did grip the bed sheets so hard, it was most likely going to tear any time now. "That-is-not-your-bloody-business-Granger," he exclaimed through gritted teeth. The way he looks at Hermione told her he was ready to kill.
"Malfoy, it's my business too you know," Hermione said.
"How did you find out?" Draco dangerously whispered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm a Healer, duh," she told him.
"Right, well, Granger, if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE about my condition, consider yourself dead."
Hermione felt chills run up her spine at the way Draco talked and looked at her. It was very creepy. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Don't worry, I don't plan to," she replied.
"You'd better stick to your word, Granger, or-"
"Ok, ok fine! No need for more threats!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
It was at this chosen moment that Orion appeared. "Oh, Draco! Thank God you're awake! I was so worried," Orion said, immediately coming to Draco's aid, while Draco rolled his eyes behind his cousin's back. Hermione saw this and giggled.
"I'm fine, Or," Draco said dully.
"Well of course you are," Orion told him enthusiastically, patting Draco painfully on the back, sending Draco with an "Oof!"
"Orion, shouldn't you be working right now? Its office hours," Draco told him, becoming more and more irritated at his cousin more than anyone else, though Hermione is an exception.
Orion scowled. "Really! Where's your sense of adventure, Draco? I wouldn't be able to live if I have to attend work everyday," he replied carelessly.
"Then how come you always earn $100 000 a week?" Draco said, even though he already knew the answer.
Orion smirked.
Hermione, feeling very out of place, cleared her throat. "Uh, I think I'll just be leaving right now," she told the Malfoys.
"Finally, Granger!" Draco said harshly.
Orion glared at him before smiling sweetly at Hermione. "Don't mind him. He's just being his idiotic self," he told her. "Go ahead then. We'll just see you later at breakfast, alright?"
Hermione returned his smile. "Ok...And oh!" she said, suddenly remembering something. She reached out into her pocket and pulled out a few small round tablets. "There, Malfoy. Gulp them down. And don't you look at me like that," she said as Draco was staring daggers at her, "they're not poison, for God's sake! They help you get rid of the pain in your body. Get it? Whatever, and I will be seeing you at breakfast later or no more sneaking at night." With that, Hermione said goodbye and exited the room.
Orion glanced suspiciously at his cousin. "What is she talking about?" he asked.
Draco put on an innocent face. "About what?"
Orion glared at him. "Did she just say you were actually sneaking at night, huh?"
Still not ready to admit the truth, Draco looked at Orion seriously in the eye. "You believe her? I told you, Or. She's demented," he said.
10: 23 AM. LIBRARY.
"Uhh...how am I supposed to find more information about Malfoy's illness? Fine, he has a weak heart, but that doesn't help much," Hermione said to herself as she searched the shelves of books for a probable answer to her dilemma.
Frowning, she gave up and sat down on one of the comfy arm chairs near the fireplace. If anyone would ask what library Hermione liked the most, it had got to be the Malfoy library located on the 2nd floor. Even though it is the property of the Malfoys, one couldn't help but marvel at the intricate designs on the walls, never ending books neatly stacked on the bookshelves and the wonderful fireplace near the window.
As Hermione prepared to do another scan for helpful resources, her cellular phone, which was sitting on the oak desk together with her other materials, rang. She clicked it on and answered "Hello?"
"Hey, Hermione! This is me, Harry."
"Oh. What do you want?" Hermione asked.
"Can you go out?"
Hermione scowled. "How can I? I've got a patient to check and-"
"Hermione, Ron and I are already in front of your patient's mansion. Gigantic place, really. The owners must be really rich! You're lucky to stay there for a while," Harry interrupted.
Hermione felt herself pale considerably and her heart abruptly stopped beating. "W-what do you mean...you're in front of the house?!" she stammered.
"I know we should've told you before we went, but we wanted to surprise you, so here we are," Harry replied.
"But...I never told you where I am! How did you know?"
Hermione could just imagine Harry smirking. "Don't you learn anything from us, Herms? We have our own ways," Harry told him smugly.
Hermione scowled. "This hasn't anything to do with Violet, does it?" she guessed. Sometimes she really hated her best friends.
Harry laughed. "Why, Hermione! I didn't know you could read minds?" he said while Hermione could hear Ron in the background, asking Harry what he was laughing about.
"What did you do to Violet? Because I swear, if anything happens to my co-Healer you are so gonna be dead!" Hermione exclaimed, her nervousness replaced by panic. With her best friends on the loose, who knows what trouble they might have caused?
"Don't worry, Hermione. It was nothing drastic this time. We just annoyed the hell out of her for 3 hours then she gave in and told us your whereabouts. Some kind of friend, eh?" Harry said, chuckling.
"I don't blame her because if I was in her place, I would've exploded earlier than her," Hermione said angrily.
"Right, so, can you come here now? Or do you want us to come inside?" Harry asked. With the tone of his voice, he preferred the latter.
Hermione began to feel nervous again. "Uh...no!!!" she said way too loudly.
"Why not?" Harry whined.
"Because-because my patient Ma...uhhh...Ma-Macy needs my help right now...and that evil-I mean, his evil cousin has a short temper so...he doesn't approve of me leaving his cousin's side..." Hermione said lamely. It was all she could do not to get busted.
"What kind of a man has a name Macy?" Harry said instead.
"Harry, there are many guys named Macy," Hermione told him exasperatedly as if it was the most obvious thing on earth.
"But I don't know someone named-"
"Harry, I think we're getting off the wrong conversation. Why don't you and Ron just go home? I don't even know why you came here in the first place," Hermione told him.
"Honestly, Herms. We're your best friends. We're supposed to check up on you. And Ron here was really dying to ask what color of shirt he should wear to the Quidditch World Cup so that the Quidditch players would notice him," Harry explained smoothly. Hermione heard Ron on the other line say, "Not all Quidditch players, Harry! I hate that one with dreadlocks...He's no good at passing the Quaffle!"
Hermione sighed. "Well, tell Ron he doesn't have to worry about that. I mean, with his animal looks, I'm sure the team will easily spot him. Maybe they would even hire him as their mascot," she said.
"Hey! I heard that!" she heard Ron say while Harry laughed.
"Whatever. And as for me, there's really no need to worry, guys. I'm completely fine," Hermione lied. Except for the fact that a creature named Draco Malfoy is bound to make sure happiness doesn't touch me, she added as an afterthought.
"But-"
"No buts, Harry. Now go home. I'll just see you on Friday at the World Cup, okay?" Hermione said, hoping they wouldn't be too stubborn.
"But Hermione! That's waaaaay too long!" Harry wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You act as if you couldn't survive without me for a day. Well, I'm really flattered but-"
"Ok, ok, fine. We get your point. We're going home...but could you at least let us in for a few-"
"No."
"Just for a-"
"No."
"We'll behave-"
"No."
"We just want to-"
"No, Harry! For goodness' sake! Do you want my patient's cousin to skin you alive?" Hermione said, tired of Harry's incessant reasoning.
"Uh...probably not. We'll just leave then," Harry said and Hermione could tell he was scared.
"Good. Always remember that whenever you and Ron think of going here, ok?" Hermione said.
"We sure will. Bye. It was nice thinking of seeing you," Harry said.
"Bye. Thanks for the headache you caused me now," Hermione said sarcastically and clicked off the phone.
Sighing with relief, she told herself, "That was a close one", and proceeded to go and face her worst nightmare, Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Yeah, yeah...I know I haven't updated for ages. With my eye-popping long test and all, not to mention I'll be having my quarterly exams next week, you could say I'm sooo busy. Anyway, there's the chappie you've been waiting. Don't blame me if you don't like it because my brain had just been squished when I was wrote this. Happy reading! Review!!!
5:14 AM. MASTER'S BEDROOM.
"Ugh." Draco Malfoy stirred in his sleep. Opening his silver grey eyes, he could make out the outline of his bedroom and the black night he could see through his window is an indication that it was still early in the morning. That was before his concentration shifted to a pair of beautiful, cinnamon colored eyes shimmering.
"Urahyo?" he said, although of course, what he was trying to say was "Who are you?"
The owner of the cinnamon eyes sighed. "Honestly, Malfoy...if only for the fact that your eyesight is alright I would think you have cataract or something! It's me, you're nurse."
In a blink of an eye, Draco sat down on his bed, eyes popping. "Granger?!"
"Yes it's me. Got a problem? Oh, never mind, don't answer that," Hermione said.
"Who's answering?" Draco said, glaring at her. "So what happened? You didn't by chance kidnap me, did you?"
He heard Hermione curse softly under her breath. "How can I kidnap you? You ARE in your bedroom, you poor blind oaf. Wait, let me rephrase that...you 'not so poor' blind oaf," she snapped.
Draco could feel his grip on the bed sheets tighten. "Whatever! SO, what happened to me?"
"You collapsed," Hermione replied in that annoying tone of hers.
"OH."
Hermione studied him for a while. "Why didn't you mention to me that you have a weak heart?" she asked.
Now Draco really did grip the bed sheets so hard, it was most likely going to tear any time now. "That-is-not-your-bloody-business-Granger," he exclaimed through gritted teeth. The way he looks at Hermione told her he was ready to kill.
"Malfoy, it's my business too you know," Hermione said.
"How did you find out?" Draco dangerously whispered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm a Healer, duh," she told him.
"Right, well, Granger, if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE about my condition, consider yourself dead."
Hermione felt chills run up her spine at the way Draco talked and looked at her. It was very creepy. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Don't worry, I don't plan to," she replied.
"You'd better stick to your word, Granger, or-"
"Ok, ok fine! No need for more threats!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
It was at this chosen moment that Orion appeared. "Oh, Draco! Thank God you're awake! I was so worried," Orion said, immediately coming to Draco's aid, while Draco rolled his eyes behind his cousin's back. Hermione saw this and giggled.
"I'm fine, Or," Draco said dully.
"Well of course you are," Orion told him enthusiastically, patting Draco painfully on the back, sending Draco with an "Oof!"
"Orion, shouldn't you be working right now? Its office hours," Draco told him, becoming more and more irritated at his cousin more than anyone else, though Hermione is an exception.
Orion scowled. "Really! Where's your sense of adventure, Draco? I wouldn't be able to live if I have to attend work everyday," he replied carelessly.
"Then how come you always earn $100 000 a week?" Draco said, even though he already knew the answer.
Orion smirked.
Hermione, feeling very out of place, cleared her throat. "Uh, I think I'll just be leaving right now," she told the Malfoys.
"Finally, Granger!" Draco said harshly.
Orion glared at him before smiling sweetly at Hermione. "Don't mind him. He's just being his idiotic self," he told her. "Go ahead then. We'll just see you later at breakfast, alright?"
Hermione returned his smile. "Ok...And oh!" she said, suddenly remembering something. She reached out into her pocket and pulled out a few small round tablets. "There, Malfoy. Gulp them down. And don't you look at me like that," she said as Draco was staring daggers at her, "they're not poison, for God's sake! They help you get rid of the pain in your body. Get it? Whatever, and I will be seeing you at breakfast later or no more sneaking at night." With that, Hermione said goodbye and exited the room.
Orion glanced suspiciously at his cousin. "What is she talking about?" he asked.
Draco put on an innocent face. "About what?"
Orion glared at him. "Did she just say you were actually sneaking at night, huh?"
Still not ready to admit the truth, Draco looked at Orion seriously in the eye. "You believe her? I told you, Or. She's demented," he said.
10: 23 AM. LIBRARY.
"Uhh...how am I supposed to find more information about Malfoy's illness? Fine, he has a weak heart, but that doesn't help much," Hermione said to herself as she searched the shelves of books for a probable answer to her dilemma.
Frowning, she gave up and sat down on one of the comfy arm chairs near the fireplace. If anyone would ask what library Hermione liked the most, it had got to be the Malfoy library located on the 2nd floor. Even though it is the property of the Malfoys, one couldn't help but marvel at the intricate designs on the walls, never ending books neatly stacked on the bookshelves and the wonderful fireplace near the window.
As Hermione prepared to do another scan for helpful resources, her cellular phone, which was sitting on the oak desk together with her other materials, rang. She clicked it on and answered "Hello?"
"Hey, Hermione! This is me, Harry."
"Oh. What do you want?" Hermione asked.
"Can you go out?"
Hermione scowled. "How can I? I've got a patient to check and-"
"Hermione, Ron and I are already in front of your patient's mansion. Gigantic place, really. The owners must be really rich! You're lucky to stay there for a while," Harry interrupted.
Hermione felt herself pale considerably and her heart abruptly stopped beating. "W-what do you mean...you're in front of the house?!" she stammered.
"I know we should've told you before we went, but we wanted to surprise you, so here we are," Harry replied.
"But...I never told you where I am! How did you know?"
Hermione could just imagine Harry smirking. "Don't you learn anything from us, Herms? We have our own ways," Harry told him smugly.
Hermione scowled. "This hasn't anything to do with Violet, does it?" she guessed. Sometimes she really hated her best friends.
Harry laughed. "Why, Hermione! I didn't know you could read minds?" he said while Hermione could hear Ron in the background, asking Harry what he was laughing about.
"What did you do to Violet? Because I swear, if anything happens to my co-Healer you are so gonna be dead!" Hermione exclaimed, her nervousness replaced by panic. With her best friends on the loose, who knows what trouble they might have caused?
"Don't worry, Hermione. It was nothing drastic this time. We just annoyed the hell out of her for 3 hours then she gave in and told us your whereabouts. Some kind of friend, eh?" Harry said, chuckling.
"I don't blame her because if I was in her place, I would've exploded earlier than her," Hermione said angrily.
"Right, so, can you come here now? Or do you want us to come inside?" Harry asked. With the tone of his voice, he preferred the latter.
Hermione began to feel nervous again. "Uh...no!!!" she said way too loudly.
"Why not?" Harry whined.
"Because-because my patient Ma...uhhh...Ma-Macy needs my help right now...and that evil-I mean, his evil cousin has a short temper so...he doesn't approve of me leaving his cousin's side..." Hermione said lamely. It was all she could do not to get busted.
"What kind of a man has a name Macy?" Harry said instead.
"Harry, there are many guys named Macy," Hermione told him exasperatedly as if it was the most obvious thing on earth.
"But I don't know someone named-"
"Harry, I think we're getting off the wrong conversation. Why don't you and Ron just go home? I don't even know why you came here in the first place," Hermione told him.
"Honestly, Herms. We're your best friends. We're supposed to check up on you. And Ron here was really dying to ask what color of shirt he should wear to the Quidditch World Cup so that the Quidditch players would notice him," Harry explained smoothly. Hermione heard Ron on the other line say, "Not all Quidditch players, Harry! I hate that one with dreadlocks...He's no good at passing the Quaffle!"
Hermione sighed. "Well, tell Ron he doesn't have to worry about that. I mean, with his animal looks, I'm sure the team will easily spot him. Maybe they would even hire him as their mascot," she said.
"Hey! I heard that!" she heard Ron say while Harry laughed.
"Whatever. And as for me, there's really no need to worry, guys. I'm completely fine," Hermione lied. Except for the fact that a creature named Draco Malfoy is bound to make sure happiness doesn't touch me, she added as an afterthought.
"But-"
"No buts, Harry. Now go home. I'll just see you on Friday at the World Cup, okay?" Hermione said, hoping they wouldn't be too stubborn.
"But Hermione! That's waaaaay too long!" Harry wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You act as if you couldn't survive without me for a day. Well, I'm really flattered but-"
"Ok, ok, fine. We get your point. We're going home...but could you at least let us in for a few-"
"No."
"Just for a-"
"No."
"We'll behave-"
"No."
"We just want to-"
"No, Harry! For goodness' sake! Do you want my patient's cousin to skin you alive?" Hermione said, tired of Harry's incessant reasoning.
"Uh...probably not. We'll just leave then," Harry said and Hermione could tell he was scared.
"Good. Always remember that whenever you and Ron think of going here, ok?" Hermione said.
"We sure will. Bye. It was nice thinking of seeing you," Harry said.
"Bye. Thanks for the headache you caused me now," Hermione said sarcastically and clicked off the phone.
Sighing with relief, she told herself, "That was a close one", and proceeded to go and face her worst nightmare, Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Yeah, yeah...I know I haven't updated for ages. With my eye-popping long test and all, not to mention I'll be having my quarterly exams next week, you could say I'm sooo busy. Anyway, there's the chappie you've been waiting. Don't blame me if you don't like it because my brain had just been squished when I was wrote this. Happy reading! Review!!!