A/N: Well here I am again! I just wanna say thank you soooo much to my
reviewers, and I know everyone says this, but it means a lot that you take
the time to tell me how my story is and what you think of it! I'm just
gonna take a moment to say something to all of you who reviewed:
Mistress Moony: My first reviewer! I'm gonna try to keep updates pretty regular, cos I know how annoying it is when stories aren't updated for ages!
seanb's gurl: yes this is most definitely a Draco/Hermione fic, and it will all tie in together, I promise!! Mabel is the wife of the owner of The Leaky Cauldron (I just needed a name for him to yell, she's not important!)
Blanche Dubois: Just be patient, it's coming I promise! (no pun intended!) Hermione will be VERY attentive to Draco's needs, I promise
Anonymous person: Hmmm, I'm not sure I approve of anonymous reviews, but thanks anyway
Spazy Sange: I really loved your story, (Demented), what happened to that? Your review popped up just as I was stuck on this chapter, you are now forever known as the angel of chapter three!
Disclaimer: Nothing but Mabel, the nurses and the Ambi-Broom
Anyway, on with the story...
Chapter 3: So Close, Yet So Far
The Ambi-Broom's siren wailed like a small child in distress, and as always Hermione's teeth gritted. I hate that noise! Why couldn't they have chosen a less annoying noise to herald the arrival of the sick? It'd make me want to die just to escape that awful caterwauling! The broom lowered carefully to the ground, and as soon as the hovering broom was securely clamped onto the arrival dock, the paramedic jumped off.
"Hey Hermione!" A cheerful voice rang out, seeming out of place in the drab surroundings. The voice came from the paramedic, one of Hermione's closest friends in her workplace. His name was Lyden, and he was only about two years older than her, they had briefly dated, but discovered that they were better off as friends. From that day to this, they hadn't gone one day without talking, whether at work or on the phone. Apart from Harry and Ron, he was Hermione's best friend.
"Got a weird one for you tonight." Hermione frowned in confusion.
"Weird one?" She queried.
"Well, it seems that he apparated into the Leaky Cauldron at about half- five, but I don't know how he apparated in his state. He's a tough one alright, but he's got signs of some serious dark magic going on. I really don't know about this one, good as you are, even you might not be able to pull this one back."
While she and Lyden had been discussing the patient, Hermione's hand picked team had sprung into action. Transporting the patient into one of the emergency booths, complete with a spell and potion scanner. Hermione pushed open the swing doors and walked into the booth, without even glancing at the patient, she activated the scanner and turned around to run the large piece of equipment along the patient's body. As she turned around, she caught a glimpse of strangely familiar platinum blonde hair, but shrugged off the slight feeling of déjà vu, and started to pull back the sheet covering the patient. As she did so, Hermione finally looked fully into the face of her new patient.
"Draco?!" (A/N: I was gonna end it there, but I decided that I wouldn't for two reasons. 1. That would make it far too short 2. That would just be mean, and I'm generally not a mean person, and you wanna see if he survives, right?)
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Quickly getting over her initial shock, Hermione returned to the task in hand with a peculiar sense of determination. She was NOT going to lose this patient, lose Draco. Woah, okay what's going on here? Since when was Malfoy EVER Draco, and since when did I care whether he lived or died. Deciding that she didn't have time to puzzle over why she suddenly cared whether Dra... Malfoy lived; Hermione slowly ran the scanner over him.
The scanner's reassuring and familiar bleep suddenly went wild as the scanner passed over Malfoy's arm.
"What the." Hermione looked at the screen on the scanner, and her eye's widened in shock as she looked at the readout. "Christ, Malfoy, what the hell have you been up to? Okay people, I need a mark six magic neutraliser and a series four power booster."
The nurses around her murmured, that was some serious equipment she was ordering. Only someone with a tremendous amount of dark magic in their system would need a mark six neutraliser. If he needed a mark six, by all rights, he shouldn't even be alive at this moment in time.
"Look, do you think that he has time for you to be standing around here, NOT DOING WHAT I TELL YOU???" Hermione raged at her team, who were still standing around in various stages of shock and confusion. As she screamed, they all jolted into life, and started running around like headless chickens. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt, as a new member of her team looked perilously close to tears. She would find time later to apologize, as right now she was more than busy trying to save the man that lay in front of her.
The equipment was wheeled in, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. He had survived long enough for the cavalry to arrive, and that dramatically improved his chances. Hermione practically danced over to the two large and imposing pieces of machinery, momentarily overcome by the excitement she felt at being able to use the powerful tools.
As she slid into the compartment in the neutraliser, Hermione grabbed the power booster, and slipped it on over her white coat. Flipping the switch on the front of the dark bodysuit, she felt a surge of power go through her body, ending in a tingling blue glow around her fingertips. As she ran her hands over the control panel in front of her, the neutraliser whirred into life. The magic ran through her into the machine, and from the machine into Draco. There was immediately a link between her and the motionless man on the table.
Hermione could feel a steady pulsing coming from Draco's left arm, where the scanner had gone wild. She centred on this as the source of the dark magic causing Draco's problems. As she manoeuvred the neutraliser to concentrate on Draco's left arm, near the wrist, the machinery buzzed and hummed. Fuck. This isn't going well. Think, think, what can I do. That's IT!! Why didn't I think of this before?
Slipping out of the booth, and motioning one of her assistants to slip in and take over, in the hopes that they could continue to aid Draco, Hermione walked over to the table. She gently placed her hand on Draco's feverish forehead and muttered a spell. This is his last hope. Please work, please, please, please, please. I know you're tough; this is the time to prove it to me, come on, just hold on. I've never lost a patient and you will NOT be the one to defeat me.
She felt the power surge from her into Draco, and smiled, she was boosting his energy levels with some of her own magic. This would hold him until they could figure out what was wrong and fix him.
"I've got it!" Cried the young assistant jubilantly. "Well, what is it?" Asked Hermione irritably "I've got no idea, but the machine does, and it's fixing him as we speak, we'll just have to wait until he wakes up to find out what was wrong." "Okay, lets move him out then."
As Draco's bed was wheeled out of the emergency department, Hermione watched it leave with a strange mixture of emotion in the pit of her stomach. A well-meaning nurse tapped her on the shoulder. "Dr. Granger? Your shift is over now, would you like me to arrange some transport for you, it's been a long shift." Hermione shook her head, no. Even as she walked out of the hospitals doors, she knew she'd be back before her next shift. The follow-up care queen was about to strike again, and she knew this time she'd get more involved than she should.
Mistress Moony: My first reviewer! I'm gonna try to keep updates pretty regular, cos I know how annoying it is when stories aren't updated for ages!
seanb's gurl: yes this is most definitely a Draco/Hermione fic, and it will all tie in together, I promise!! Mabel is the wife of the owner of The Leaky Cauldron (I just needed a name for him to yell, she's not important!)
Blanche Dubois: Just be patient, it's coming I promise! (no pun intended!) Hermione will be VERY attentive to Draco's needs, I promise
Anonymous person: Hmmm, I'm not sure I approve of anonymous reviews, but thanks anyway
Spazy Sange: I really loved your story, (Demented), what happened to that? Your review popped up just as I was stuck on this chapter, you are now forever known as the angel of chapter three!
Disclaimer: Nothing but Mabel, the nurses and the Ambi-Broom
Anyway, on with the story...
Chapter 3: So Close, Yet So Far
The Ambi-Broom's siren wailed like a small child in distress, and as always Hermione's teeth gritted. I hate that noise! Why couldn't they have chosen a less annoying noise to herald the arrival of the sick? It'd make me want to die just to escape that awful caterwauling! The broom lowered carefully to the ground, and as soon as the hovering broom was securely clamped onto the arrival dock, the paramedic jumped off.
"Hey Hermione!" A cheerful voice rang out, seeming out of place in the drab surroundings. The voice came from the paramedic, one of Hermione's closest friends in her workplace. His name was Lyden, and he was only about two years older than her, they had briefly dated, but discovered that they were better off as friends. From that day to this, they hadn't gone one day without talking, whether at work or on the phone. Apart from Harry and Ron, he was Hermione's best friend.
"Got a weird one for you tonight." Hermione frowned in confusion.
"Weird one?" She queried.
"Well, it seems that he apparated into the Leaky Cauldron at about half- five, but I don't know how he apparated in his state. He's a tough one alright, but he's got signs of some serious dark magic going on. I really don't know about this one, good as you are, even you might not be able to pull this one back."
While she and Lyden had been discussing the patient, Hermione's hand picked team had sprung into action. Transporting the patient into one of the emergency booths, complete with a spell and potion scanner. Hermione pushed open the swing doors and walked into the booth, without even glancing at the patient, she activated the scanner and turned around to run the large piece of equipment along the patient's body. As she turned around, she caught a glimpse of strangely familiar platinum blonde hair, but shrugged off the slight feeling of déjà vu, and started to pull back the sheet covering the patient. As she did so, Hermione finally looked fully into the face of her new patient.
"Draco?!" (A/N: I was gonna end it there, but I decided that I wouldn't for two reasons. 1. That would make it far too short 2. That would just be mean, and I'm generally not a mean person, and you wanna see if he survives, right?)
* * *
Quickly getting over her initial shock, Hermione returned to the task in hand with a peculiar sense of determination. She was NOT going to lose this patient, lose Draco. Woah, okay what's going on here? Since when was Malfoy EVER Draco, and since when did I care whether he lived or died. Deciding that she didn't have time to puzzle over why she suddenly cared whether Dra... Malfoy lived; Hermione slowly ran the scanner over him.
The scanner's reassuring and familiar bleep suddenly went wild as the scanner passed over Malfoy's arm.
"What the." Hermione looked at the screen on the scanner, and her eye's widened in shock as she looked at the readout. "Christ, Malfoy, what the hell have you been up to? Okay people, I need a mark six magic neutraliser and a series four power booster."
The nurses around her murmured, that was some serious equipment she was ordering. Only someone with a tremendous amount of dark magic in their system would need a mark six neutraliser. If he needed a mark six, by all rights, he shouldn't even be alive at this moment in time.
"Look, do you think that he has time for you to be standing around here, NOT DOING WHAT I TELL YOU???" Hermione raged at her team, who were still standing around in various stages of shock and confusion. As she screamed, they all jolted into life, and started running around like headless chickens. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt, as a new member of her team looked perilously close to tears. She would find time later to apologize, as right now she was more than busy trying to save the man that lay in front of her.
The equipment was wheeled in, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. He had survived long enough for the cavalry to arrive, and that dramatically improved his chances. Hermione practically danced over to the two large and imposing pieces of machinery, momentarily overcome by the excitement she felt at being able to use the powerful tools.
As she slid into the compartment in the neutraliser, Hermione grabbed the power booster, and slipped it on over her white coat. Flipping the switch on the front of the dark bodysuit, she felt a surge of power go through her body, ending in a tingling blue glow around her fingertips. As she ran her hands over the control panel in front of her, the neutraliser whirred into life. The magic ran through her into the machine, and from the machine into Draco. There was immediately a link between her and the motionless man on the table.
Hermione could feel a steady pulsing coming from Draco's left arm, where the scanner had gone wild. She centred on this as the source of the dark magic causing Draco's problems. As she manoeuvred the neutraliser to concentrate on Draco's left arm, near the wrist, the machinery buzzed and hummed. Fuck. This isn't going well. Think, think, what can I do. That's IT!! Why didn't I think of this before?
Slipping out of the booth, and motioning one of her assistants to slip in and take over, in the hopes that they could continue to aid Draco, Hermione walked over to the table. She gently placed her hand on Draco's feverish forehead and muttered a spell. This is his last hope. Please work, please, please, please, please. I know you're tough; this is the time to prove it to me, come on, just hold on. I've never lost a patient and you will NOT be the one to defeat me.
She felt the power surge from her into Draco, and smiled, she was boosting his energy levels with some of her own magic. This would hold him until they could figure out what was wrong and fix him.
"I've got it!" Cried the young assistant jubilantly. "Well, what is it?" Asked Hermione irritably "I've got no idea, but the machine does, and it's fixing him as we speak, we'll just have to wait until he wakes up to find out what was wrong." "Okay, lets move him out then."
As Draco's bed was wheeled out of the emergency department, Hermione watched it leave with a strange mixture of emotion in the pit of her stomach. A well-meaning nurse tapped her on the shoulder. "Dr. Granger? Your shift is over now, would you like me to arrange some transport for you, it's been a long shift." Hermione shook her head, no. Even as she walked out of the hospitals doors, she knew she'd be back before her next shift. The follow-up care queen was about to strike again, and she knew this time she'd get more involved than she should.