See No Evil
Chapter Three: Deaf Came Screaming
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Summary: Someone new has come into the hospital -and with a case so similar to Draco's it's one scary ride. And Draco finds out Hermione's seen him naked. Oh, what fun, what fun...
If irony had a face, it would belong to the darkness that Draco was tolerating at this very moment. What was a Malfoy to do when all he had was based on sight or moving around gracefully? Damn his father. Damn him to Hell. Damn The Dark Lord, too. Draco began to question why he had even considered becoming a Death Eater in the first place, but smirked to himself when he remembered turning the Dark Lord down. Even if it meant losing his sight, his pride would not be swayed.
"Malfoy, you've got to eat something." Granger was sitting next to Draco, her body leaving a small decline in the bed at Draco's waist. Draco had his arms crossed and was looking forward with his cold black sight, refusing to ease up and give her an easier time. You wouldn't give her an easier time either if you had lost your sight. She was treating him like a child in his opinion, and Draco wanted none of that. "If you don't-"
"You're not going to feed me like I'm some handicapped patient." He sneered, jutting his jaw out defiantly. Hermione sighed.
"You haven't eaten in two days."
"You haven't acted like I'm actually a person in two days."
"I have so!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes really." Hermione snapped. Draco smirked at this.
"Granger, if I weren't blind at this very moment you know you'd be scowling at me and loathing me with anticipation of maybe scratching my eyes out."
"Who's to say I don't want to anyways?" Hermione derided, grabbing Draco's jaw and forcing his head to her direction. "You're going to eat."
"You're not feeding me."
"Would you rather me get Madam Zelwage in here to feed you?"
"… Shit, you've got a point."
"I always do."
"Alright, fine." Draco frowned. "What do you have?"
"Some chicken, a few carrots… some applesauce… pumpkin juice – and a muffin." Granger said prideful like. "What do you want first?"
"Give me the muffin."
"But Malfoy, you're eating your desert before your meal. That's very unhealthy-"
"Yeah? Well being blind is unhealthy too, but you don't see that stopping me."
"Must you be so difficult?" Hermione exhaled noisily. Draco snorted a laugh.
"Of course. It's my job."
"To make me frustrated?"
"To make your life a living Hell."
"I'm only trying to-"
"-Make up for what Weasley did to my hair. I know." Draco finished her sentence as Hermione handed him the muffin. "So…"
"You're going to milk it for all it's worth, aren't you?"
"You better believe it, mudblood."
"Don't. Call. Me. That." Granger hissed between clenched teeth.
"Granger, I'm feeling rather faint. Go get me some milk."
"But you have pumpkin juice right here…"
"I said MILK." Draco snapped with a smirk. "I AM the special care patient, after all, and you know…" He said with fake sadness, "I'd hate to have to tell… (Sniffle) Professor Dumbledore that my hair was all (sniffle) you're fault… and then he'd take away your Head Girl badge I'm sure you got, because you were vandalizing a handicapped…"
"You're down right evil."
"Thank you."
It was Hermione's turn to smirk, though Draco couldn't tell it. "But there are a few faults to your devilish plan."
"… Oh?"
"Number one," Hermione started, and Draco rolled his eyes while laying back and taking a bite out of his muffin, "RON was the one who dyed your hair black, and number TWO – You just admitted you were handicapped!"
"I did not."
"Yes you did! I heard it!"
"You're delusional."
"If I'm delusional you're a two faced twit!"
"If I'm a two faced twit you're a---" Just as Draco was about to tell Hermione exactly what she was, someone burst in the room with a huge BANG and someone groaned. There was quite a lot of yelling involved, with someone Draco recognized but couldn't quite place since there was no face for him to see.
"What! I can't hear you! Someone Help! Put me down! Who are you? Draco! Draco! Is that you! Holy Hell, Lucius said you were dead! Draco! Over here! Draco! What's wrong with you? Can't you see me? Hey Draco! Draco, if you're talking to me you'll have to speak up! What the HELL happened to your hair?"
"Mr. Zambini! Stop it! You're making a fuss! Oh, Granger, get over here. Do you know sign language?"
"Yes, Madam Zelwage." Hermione bounded off the bed and Draco heard his friend and fellow Death Eater being ushered into a bed next to him.
"What? Granger, I don't speak freak! What are you trying to tell me?" Blaise Zambini was shouting at the top of his lungs. Draco rolled his eyes and closed them. Not only was Blaise probably going to give him a major headache, but also he could tell he wasn't going to be waited on hand and foot like he had been offered these last few days. Why oh WHY didn't he use the chance to get Granger to do something outlandish?
"Get some paper and a quill so you can write down what you're saying to him." Draco said to the lot of them, causing everyone to look his way in shock, though he couldn't see it. A few scratching quill sounds later Blaise had been explained to that he had lots his hearing.
"So…" Draco said as he heard Granger approach him to the side. He could tell it was Granger because of her perfume. "What's the damage on Blaise?"
"You could tell that was Zambini from just hearing him?" Hermione asked, but didn't give Draco a chance to answer. "It seems he's been found in an ally- just like you. His face has a few gashes on his cheeks, but nothing we can't handle. But the only thing different than you is that-"
"I can't see and he can't hear?"
"Yes. Exactly."
"So… what's going on?"
"We don't know. –Malfoy, do you know who's done this to you? To Blaise?"
"Uh huh. No way. A Death Eater doesn't rat out another Death Eat--- whoops."
"Oh for heaven's sake, Malfoy, we all know you're a Death Eater. You came in here with your arm bloodied up and your Dark Mark glowing this strange color. –Zambini's doing the same."
"You think there's some sort of connection." Draco said, and even though he couldn't see, he shifted his eyes down to the floor, or where he guessed the floor would be. He always did when he was trying to hide something.
"I KNOW there's some sort of connection that you're not telling us."
"If you want information it's going to cost you."
"Cost me? Cost me what!"
"I dunno, it'll just cost you." Draco didn't know anything he'd want from a too-big-for-her-own-head mudblood Granger.
"Malfoy, we don't have time for this. Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named trying to kill off his younger Death Eaters? Or is he-"
"Granger!" Madam Zelwage snapped. "Go get me some extra blankets and a few more pieces of parchment." Hermione growled under her breath and stalked away, leaving Draco to worry again about the fact that they knew he was a Death Eater. Dumbledore was surely not going to let him back into Hogwarts after this cursed mark placed on his arm had been discovered. It was bye-bye fine dining and smirking at Granger and Hullo a cell at Azkaban, not to mention maybe a Dementor's kiss.
"Here they are." Granger's voice was heard as she hurriedly raced across the stone floor. When she dropped off her errands, she marched right back up to Malfoy.
"Hey, Granger." He said, just now coming to terms with something. "What am I wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She asked, her voice confused and a little taken aback.
"I asked you what I was wearing."
"Err… A green t-shirt and some boxers, I do believe, but I WONT check under those sheets to make sure."
"When I came in here I didn't have a green t-shirt on." Draco smirked, knowing Granger knew where he was going with this.
"If you're implying that I-"
"I'm not implying, I just wondered-"
"How dare you even wonder-"
"Granger all I wanted to know was-"
"Yes I bloody well had to see you naked now can we just leave it at that?" Hermione said under her breath, and Draco could imagine the red flush over her cheeks as she stood there, having to cope with his smirking.
"Did you enjoy what you saw?" He whispered, as he knew everyone else was tending to Blaise. "Because you know, I don't think it's required for you to have had to stay in the room while they were-"
"I was the one who brought you in and I wasn't leaving until I made sure you were okay!"
"And that included getting a peep show at my family jewels, eh?"
"Oh, you can be SO perverse at times…"
"All I asked was did you like it."
"Go to Hell."
"I already am."
"Ms. Granger, will you PLEASE help us out here!" Madam Zelwage's voice echoed off the walls, and Hermione scampered over to help with Zambini and his coping to being deaf. Draco laid back and took another bite out of his muffin, wondering how Blaise had become in the same predicament as himself. It took a good verbal talkback to the Dark Lord to wind Draco up in the position he was in –What had Zambini done so dire to become DEAF? Not hearing might just as well be just as bad as not seeing if not worse.
"I'M FUCKING WHAT?" Blaise shouted all at once along with a giant THUD that followed, and Hermione mumbled under her breath, "Well, I think he took that well…"
"What happened?" Draco asked.
"Fainted."
"Figures."
OOO
That night Granger visited Draco once more, to be fed an actual meal. They both came to an agreement that if Granger didn't 'feed' Draco, he would eat. As he was munching down some salmon and a few chips, he mumbled, "How's Blaise doing?"
"Not so good. He hasn't woken up yet."
"Heh, your face probably scared him to death."
"Malfoy, why do you ALWAYS have to insult me?"
"Don't know. Something to do."
"Twit."
"Bitch."
"Man whore."
"Wow, Granger's got a tongue when she can't been seen." Draco smirked, and sipped some water through a straw. There was a long silence. "You're not going to have a comeback to that?"
"What's the point?" Hermione sighed.
"Because it entertains me."
"Oh, well ANYTHING to entertain a Malfoy," Granger said sarcastically.
"Now you're starting to get the hang of things." Draco smirked.
"You know, I think I rather liked you as a blond better. You were less of a bastard and more of a little twit."
"Oooh, 'bastard.' What's next, mudblood? Going to say 'fuck you' and 'cunt' too?"
"Ugh, you're so… VULGAR!"
"Why thank you, folks, I'll be here all week." Draco sniggered and felt someone pinch him harshly on the arm. "OUCH! Hey Granger, what gives?"
"You little prat. You foul mouthed little-"
"Slytherin God?"
"Twit."
"You know, twit really isn't a word. It's British slang." Draco corrected, picking up an apple.
"Oh, so now you're going to give me grammar lessons?"
"Well, apparently I wouldn't expect a mudblood to know what two plus two is."
"I happen to get the highest grades in our school!" Hermione shouted at once.
"Doesn't mean that you're smart." Draco scoffed. "Only means you kiss up to the teachers every chance you get. Probably plan give them an apple on the first day of school."
"I-I… You don't know what you're…"
"Ha! The great one and only Draco Malfoy has found out Granger's master plan. –Horaaaaah! And the crowd goes wild!"
"Go snuff it."
"I'd rather not. Because then I'd have to-"
"Just don't even speak to me, Malfoy."
"Likewise, mudblood."
"Oh honestly, get something a little more original, wont you?" Hermione seethed at him.
"Goodnight, Mudblood."
"If you call me that one more time…"
"… Mudblood."
SMACK. Draco was hit clear across the face.
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