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Don't Speak

Part 5

There was complete and utter silence. Hermione trembled slightly, awaiting the inevitable explosion of emotion that would spew foreword any second.

None came. Instead, Malfoy sank back into his pillows, face taught and gaunt. He flicked his eyes up to meet hers, and he saw that they were brimming with tears.

Don't cry. PLEASE don't cry.

She couldn't bear watching people cry. It was nothing personal, but every time someone cried, she felt like crying too. And she could never cry in front of Malfoy!

"You don't look that bad," she reassured, panicking. He didn't seem to believe her, and waved his hand towards the door, motioning that she should go.

Placing the mirror back on his nightstand, she silently crept out the door. After she was out of his line of sight, she hitched up her robes and ran.

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"Hermione, are okay? You haven't eaten all afternoon!"

Molly Weasley pushed a plate of fresh fried fish and chips in front of her face. Hermione could literally feel the salt and grease waft up from the platter, and up her nose, but her taste buds did not respond in their usual fashion. The plump witch frowned, and pulled up a chair.

"Did something happen at work today?"

Hermione shrugged, staring, distracted at the floor. If there was something one her mind, she wasn't going to volunteer it. Molly figured it would be best to just leave her be, so she patted the girl's knee, and walked out the door.

The minute she was gone, Hermione threw herself onto her bed, and began to cry. ….hearted…..b-b-bitch!" she sobbed. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his thin face contorted in hidden pain, tears just ready to stream out.

She had never made anyone cry. She just couldn't make herself do it. It was too mean, and Hermione Granger was never mean.

Never, ever, ever!

When Harry walked in, ten minutes later, she was sleeping peacefully, arm tucked under her pillow. "Mione?" he asked softly, shaking her a bit.

She raised up her head sleepily. He instantly noticed the tearstains running down her cheeks, and rubbed at them gingerly with his thumb. "Bad day?"

Nodding slowly, she sat up and groaned, holding her head in her hands. "There was someone, uh, badly injured today. They were crying, and, well, you know how I am."

He smiled. "You're sensitive. It's not a bad thing." Helping her to her feet, he brushed off her robes, and gave her a quick hug. "Why didn't you just tell us? Ron and Gin are really worried."

"I'm fine, Harry. It happens all the time, you know that. Ron over reacts sometimes, and I didn't want to worry Ginny."

Harry nodded, and opened the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his gentlemanly behavior, and walked into the kitchen, where Fred and George were sitting.

Being instantly immersed in useless conversation, Hermione let her mind wander. Harry's actions were more than normal, they were expected, as he always acted protective whenever she seemed hurt. At least, he had since The Incident.

The Weasleys never talked about it, especially not Molly. In their opinion, it was a missed opportunity, and was to never be spoken of again. Ginny had taken it in stride, not holding any blame, and still acted like the naughty little sister she had always been. Harry, however, assumed the role of Big Brother, and refereed when it got ugly.

The Incident had started a year ago, when Ron and Hermione had, in Fred's words, "finally gotten together". She had been very flattered when she had found out that he liked her, and of course she accepted his offer to go out with him. It was all so good and nice.

Then the world fell over, and Luna got boobs.

Actually, it was the other way around.

Hermione soon discovered that Ron wasn't exactly the most faithful boyfriend in the world. He had a 'wandering eye' for female beauty, and his eye often did wander, at dinner, dates, and even during a heated snogging session in the astronomy tower.

"You okay now?" Harry whispered in her ear. She nodded gently, and he turned back to his conversation.

Harry was such a sweetie. After her breakup with Ron, it seemed as if he was her only friend. They had tried dating for a while, then lost interest, and resumed being really good friends. Nothing else.

George pressed an apple into her hand. "Eat, Hermione. You look dead."

She raised an eyebrow at him, and he and George laughed. "I meant it in a good way," he explained.

Is that even possible?

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The minute Hermione walked into the coffee lounge, she knew something was wrong. Francine was there, along with Healer Gertie McGregor, and both were talking about….diapers, of all things. Healer Salle was there as well, and his face looked even more old and pinched than usual. She shrugged slightly, and picked up her folder of assignments for the day. Flipping it open, she saw her death sentence staring back at her in bold, glaring letters.

Healer Granger: Ground Floor-ARTIFACT ACCIDENTS

"Oh Lord," she moaned. "Someone important really hates me."

"Healer Granger, there's a special assignment for you." Salle ran his knobby fingers through his coarse, greying hair, and handed her a purple slip of parchment. "Full check-up on the Malfoy boy. He's been looking more peaky than usual."

Check that. A Sadist. An extreme, evil sadist is hell-bent on torturing me.

"Will do," she answered, taking the slip and shoving it into her robes.

Francine waved her over, and she sat in one of the gross, vinyl chairs situated around the table. Gertie leaned in closer, and asked, "What's wrong with the hottie? He seems out of sorts, and we were hoping you would know what to do to….you know….cheer him up."

Not you too.

Hermione groaned, and rubbed her eyes. "I don't know, I barely know the guy." The other girls snorted into their Styrofoam coffee cups.

"That's not what Salle said," they whispered. Hermione whirled around, but the elderly Healer was no where to be seen.

Evil sadist.

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She found him five minutes later in the Physiotherapy room, helping a spry, pigtailed girl walk between two metal bars. Sneaking up behind him, she poked his shoulder, and inquired, "Since when are middle-aged men experts on teenage romance?"

He blushed a pretty pink. Sending the little girl to another Healer, he turned around and answered, "Since said teenagers are so obviously infatuated with each other that even a blind old biddy could see them. I'm sorry, Healer Granger, but it's obvious. You care about him."

"I do not!" She glared at him, as he laughed in her face.

"I'm sure you don't care, Hermione. But if not caring for your patients means sitting there, staring at them sleep, I'd hate to see you around one you do care about." He winked at her, and returned to his work on the little girl, leaving her standing.

Silly old man.

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"Uh, Hello?"

Hermione poked her nose around the familiar doorframe to Malfoy's room. Seeing as no one was there, she simply turned around and-

"AUGH!"

"UDDDDDAAAFUUUUUHHH!!!!"

CRASH!

His Royal Blondness made his arrival around a rather sharp corner, just as she turned it. After their unexpected merge of bodies, Hermione jumped up, and surveyed the damage. Malfoy was laying on the ground, moaning as usual, grabbing at his jaw. She stood there, frozen, unable to do anything, watching him writhe in pain from the blow.

A thunder of footsteps, and Healers Guthig, Salle, and Francine Palmer were on the scene. Still shaking from shock, Hermione stood aside as the two witches levitated his lank body on to a conjured stretcher, and wheeled him into an emergency room. Salle stayed behind, and when the excitement had passed, he turned to face Hermione.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, before collapsing into his arms in a fit of tears.

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She's really done it now! Poor Draco! You think it can't get any worse? Think again! (Just kidding. I think I've wrecked their lives enough for one story, don't you?) Now, time to pick up the pieces.

Puzzlette: Debonair? Okay….good luck with your surgery!

PinkTribeChick: I'm going by the movie. Neville was the only one freaked out by the pixies.

Next on "Don't Speak"!: Salle (I'm starting to love this guy!) and Hermione have a bonding moment, Draco fumes (silently), Hermione tells the gang about the source of her problems, and Hermione makes it up to the grumpy invalid!

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