Chapter XIII: Healer
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Hermione felt a soft and warm object on her back as she felt the cold steel of Harry's dagger touching the skin of her breast. And she felt blood drip down her bodice.
Opening her eyes she didn't realize she had shut, Luna opened her eyes to witness a startling sight.
Hermione used her body as a shield and was caught in between Jäger and Harry. Blood dripped on Hermione's skin but it was not hers. For Jäger, reaching from behind, stopped the progress of Harry's dagger with his bare hand. An inch of the blade penetrated Hermione's breast opening a wound letting the blood from the Hunter's hand mix his her own blood.
Harry was too shocked about almost killing her friend that he didn't notice the end of the barrel of Jäger's revolver on his forehead. To Luna, it was about as long as a foot and was impressive and deadly.
"Stop it!" Luna shouted as she rushed towards Hermione. Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't believe it. The speed she saw from Jäger was like lightning. He had already grasped the dagger before it even touched her but Harry's force made the dagger slid in his hand. Seeing her friend, Hermione noticed that he loosened his grip of his dagger and slowly backed away. And when he did, Jäger fired.
Harry ducked to avoid the bullet but it grazed his temple, nipping it and drawing blood. When Harry staggered, it was only then that Jäger wrapped his arm that held the dagger around Hermione protectively and inched away while pointing the gun at him.
Finally finding her breath, Hermione felt her heart race but since when did her heart beat from her back? Even though he had a calm exterior, Jäger was trembling within. With a breath, he calmed down and then glared at Harry who was holding his ear in pain of the explosion.
Hermione gently touched Jäger's arm and he stopped. "Are you okay Harry?" she asked, concern was heavy in her tone. Luna used a tablecloth to keep his temple from bleeding. Harry, who realized what had just happened, looked at Hermione, shaken at what he had almost done.
"Hermione! I'm sorry," he tried to get up but Jäger cocked his revolver making him think about his move. "Please forgive me. I forgot we have visitors. It is unacceptable."
"It is," Jäger growled. "You must remove that temper, Mr. Potter. It will be your downfall."
"So I failed again, huh?" Harry chuckled weakly as he let Luna help him stand.
"Failed?" Hermione asked as she tried to look at Jäger. "You do this every time?" she felt rather uncomfortable with his hot breath tickling her ear. Instead of answering, Jäger inched towards the portrait door. When the door closed leaving Harry and Luna behind, Harry sighed.
"Where is he taking her?" Luna asked worriedly. Harry still shook at the near miss he had received.
"To the hospital wing," he said. "We'll give him an hour before we go ourselves." Harry was taken back at Luna's gaze when he looked at her. She was looking at him in oblique curiousness that made him nervous. Somehow, he was feeling guilty at the events that would have happed if Jäger didn't stop the knife. He sat on a nearby chair and tried to steady himself.
He had just stared into the face of death and lived. The problem is, death wouldn't be as cruel as the Hunter was.
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"It is not necessary to carry me towards the infirmary," Hermione said as she and Jäger walked the hall that would bring them to the infirmary. Actually, it was Jäger who was walking for Hermione felt weak after that ordeal with Harry. It frightened her to see Harry that way. It was like the time that he tried to kill Malfoy. Hate fueled his wrath. And wrath clouded his judgment.
"I insist," he said as he turned a corner. "Besides, it gives me a reason to have you in my arms." Hermione stilled. She couldn't believe what she heard and judging by his expression, he couldn't believe he said those words. Slightly amused to see him blush, Hermione looked at him in such a manner that it enticed from Jäger a guilty conscience.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" he asked and Hermione nodded once. "Then you must forget what I have said."
"You will NOT obliviate me," she said in a hardened tone that made him chuckle.
"Wouldn't dream of it, My Lady," he said.
"And don't drop me," she said in a whisper.
"I shall not, My Lady," he said just as soft. And she believed him for his touch was so gentle that it was like handling the most precious artifact there was in handling her.
For the next minutes towards the Infirmary nothing was said. Hermione didn't trust herself to talk for his comment earlier haunted her. She never thought that this Hunter wanted to hold her. Why was she not appalled? She couldn't think of a reason and for the first time in a long time it baffled her.
At last, the sanctuary of the Infirmary relieved her thoughts of a potentially dangerous man that threatened not her life but her heart.
"From all the stories I had heard about Mr. Potter, I thought that the Infirmary was next to the Gryffindor tower." He said as he opened the door with his foot. Hermione laughed out loud.
"He had an unfortunate habit on getting himself hurt on a few occasions," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself.
"A few occasions?" he snorted. "Attacked by Vodemort's spirit, almost tromped by the whomping willow, had his arm broken and then regenerated when some teacher removed the bone in his arm, got bested by a basilisk, almost kissed by dementors, attacked by a revived Voldemort... must I go on?" Hermione sighed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. It did seem that Harry was accident-prone but that was the curse that was his life.
"Is he still visiting the infirmary that often," she joked.
"Unfortunately, yes," he frowned. "He is designated as Archer. Meaning he should be my backup when the need arises. He should cover my back when I am in a melee not join me in fighting."
"Maybe he wanted to help and the occasion called for it," she suggested.
"If that was the reason I would have been lenient, my Lady. But Harry has a death wish."
"Truly you can't believe that," she said rather shocked. "He looked scared when you almost shot him."
"He was afraid because he almost killed you," he said.
"Who tried to kill whom?" a curious voice asked making Hermione gasped in surprise as she recognized the voice.
Cho Chang stood by the infirmary office with her arms crossed expecting an answer. And in all business, Jäger faced her.
"Check her," he said as he walked towards Cho. "She might have been wounded."
Cho looked at Hermione then to Jäger's bloodied hand, which still clutched the dagger. "What happened?" she asked in concern and half reprimand. Hermione smiled. It was like she was looking at Madame Pomfrey for her tone and demeanor were almost the same.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked her. "Where's Madame Pomfrey?"
"She's on holiday," Cho answered. "What seems to be her..." her voice faltered as she saw the blood on her chest. Quickly, she readied a nearby cot and looked at the Hunter. "Don't just stand there! Get her on the bed. Why are you carrying her anyway?"
"I tripped," Hermione said as Jäger gently placed her on the cot.
"And that's enough of a reason to carry you?" Cho asked as she prepared a cleaning solution. "Li, turn around." Jäger merely looked at her and stood still.
"He said that it gave him a reason to have me in his arms," Hermione said as Cho checked her dress.
"Really," Cho said disbelievingly. "Li, I'm going to open her blouse and judging by contours on her chest, and the fact that I know her well, she's not wearing a bra." Jäger blinked once and turned around. "I'm surprised you didn't notice." He glanced back, looked at Hermione's chest and then looked away.
"Speechless Li?" Cho smiled as she took off Hermione's blouse. "Not surprised. Always shy around women. At least about personal matters. There's a lot of blood here but no open wound. You had me worried there for a moment. Stay still," Cho took a crystal prism and hovered it on the wound. "There were some scarring in the heart tissues but..."
"But what?" Hermione asked. Suddenly, Jäger leaned towards her and looked at her wound with the use of a magnifying glass. Instantly she reddened. She was being observed by a man closer that she wanted but somehow she didn't mind. There was no mischief in his eyes, only curiosity and concern. It was hard to find fault in a man like Jäger.
"Your wound is regenerating," he said as he stood and looked away. Hermione wasn't sure but she swore that he blushed in embarrassment.
"Impossible," Hermione said as she recovered from her embarrassment. "Witches cannot regenerate without the help of magic."
"Maybe you are magic," Jäger said softly. His voice was filled with awe as if he really believed that she was magic. And his tone made her blush.
"I'll have to take a sample of your blood," Cho said as she traced the scar on her chest. "This is highly unusual."
"Really?" Hermione asked as she wore her blouse.
"I can do that later but for now... HOLD IT!" Cho shouted as she turned to Jäger who was walking away. Pausing, he looked at her with a confused look that made him look innocent. "I need to see that wound of yours."
"My wound is my business," he said as he started to go.
"Li," Hermione called faintly in concern. She had forgotten about his wound and was afraid it was worse than she had feared. Jäger stopped as looked at Hermione in question. She simply patted the side of her bed and with a sigh, he walked back towards her. Cho gave them an amused smile as she took a salve from one of the shelves.
"Never in a thousand years would I see the day that the mighty Hunter would heed a woman's call," Cho sighed as she handed Hermione the salve. "Not even the Charmer could charm him." Hermione looked at Cho in surprise. Did she say what she thought she had said?
"How did you know about the Charmer?" Hermione asked in confusion. Cho merely smiled as Jäger sat on the edge of Hermione's bed. Then it dawned on her. She couldn't possibly know about Jäger's slayers unless... "Are you the Healer?"
"Pretty much obvious," Cho said as she shook her head. "Why did you think I was called when Luna was rescued from the Death Eaters? But I'm not supposed to tell you that." Hermione noticed Jäger's glare as Cho smiled at him.
"I was supposed to tell you later," he said to Hermione. "And we will continue this later."
"Tell her before she get angry with you," Cho said as she smiled. "She doesn't want to be left in the dark. I'll be in the office," with a pat of encouragement on Hermione's shoulder, she was on her way.
Jäger merely looked at his wounded hand and didn't saw a word. Hermione felt his reluctance. It was like he was weighing an important decision that Cho had inadvertently revealed. Sighing, Hermione took his wounded hand and gently opened the palm. Jäger did not resist her touch.
Hermione took the dagger out and did not flinch when she saw the wound. There was a lot of blood but the wound itself was worse. The cut went through the skin of his fingers. His bone stopped the dagger from piercing her heart further as she saw the scratched on the exposed bone.
She then applied liberal amounts of the salve on his hand. Hermione knew it must have stung but he did not flinch nor cry out in pain. But when she lightly traced the wound, his hand jerked for a moment and then stilled.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked worriedly but he shook his head.
"It tickles," he said softly and huskily. Despite the obvious sentiment, Hermione was appalled that he could only feel pleasure in what should have been pain.
"Are you a masochist dear sir?" she tried to keep her composure but it was hard with Jäger's intent gaze on her.
"Not in the sense," he smiled. His smile could be viewed as being intoxicated. But the salve she had gently placed on his wounds did not have alcoholic properties. "Pain is only in a certain state of mind. And I do not like the feeling of pain. With deep concentration it is easily ignored. However..."
"However?" she asked as she continued to stroke his hand.
"However, my other senses becomes sensitive to other stimulus," she began to understand. Concentrating to ignore his pain, Jäger was vulnerable to other sensations like the tickling she was giving him.
"So you ARE in a lot of pain now?" she asked.
"If I would lose my concentration, which you are unconsciously doing, I would cry out like a ninny." At his confession, she laughed. There was a great deal of comfort when Hermione talked to him. It was like she had known him for most her life but merely forgotten about it.
"So I'd better stop," she said with a smile.
"What if I don't want you to?" he asked in a sly smile. Hermione, while smiling, pressed on the wound gently. She noticed his eyebrow twitched and slowly laid his hand on the bed.
"I can be a very persuasive woman," she said gently as she lay down on the bed.
"I can think of a lot of other things to describe you but they all will merely complement you more. Now sleep," he waved his good hand in front of her face and she suddenly felt sleepy.
"Alright, mother," she smiled. "But I want to... hear... your story..." when she finally slept, Jäger covered her with a blanket and smiled.
"I am yours to command, my lady," he said and with a final look upon her face, went to speak to Cho.
"Had you by the palm of her hand, hadn't she?" Cho smiled as she looked at him teasingly. "The scary thing is, you let her to."
"You are impossible, you know that?" Jäger said as he leaned on her desk. "And I haven't forgiven you yet."
"For what?" she asked defiantly.
"You called me LI in front of her," he growled. "Worse yet, you made her call me that."
"Seeing that she's still alive, you don't object," she smirked as she leaned on her desk, resting her chin on her knuckles. And when he didn't answer, she finally realized what he had done. "You vowed to protect her," she said in awe. "That's sooooo romantic."
"It is not," he sighed as he got a bandage from one of the near shelves. "Anyway, see to Mr. Potter. He has a nasty gash on his right temple." Sighing, Cho stood and took her med kit with her.
"I'm not even going to ask you," she said and walked away. She paused by the door and looked at him seriously. He felt her gaze but didn't meet it.
"She still loves him," Cho said in a tone he recognized as a friendly warning. "I do not want to see her hurt emotionally. As long as there is hope, he will continue to be in her heart." With that she left them.
Jäger took his cobalt blue .454 casul revolver from his back holster and opened the chamber. He removed the expended 13mm shell and replaced it with a new one. Closing the revolver, he gazed between the sights of the 390mm barrel and smiled. Cho's last words still echoed as he aimed the revolver at the forest outside.
"We shall see," he said.
Twirling the large gun like a professional gunslinger, he holstered it and looked at the open window. "We shall see."
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An: Not all is what they appear to be.
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Hermione felt a soft and warm object on her back as she felt the cold steel of Harry's dagger touching the skin of her breast. And she felt blood drip down her bodice.
Opening her eyes she didn't realize she had shut, Luna opened her eyes to witness a startling sight.
Hermione used her body as a shield and was caught in between Jäger and Harry. Blood dripped on Hermione's skin but it was not hers. For Jäger, reaching from behind, stopped the progress of Harry's dagger with his bare hand. An inch of the blade penetrated Hermione's breast opening a wound letting the blood from the Hunter's hand mix his her own blood.
Harry was too shocked about almost killing her friend that he didn't notice the end of the barrel of Jäger's revolver on his forehead. To Luna, it was about as long as a foot and was impressive and deadly.
"Stop it!" Luna shouted as she rushed towards Hermione. Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't believe it. The speed she saw from Jäger was like lightning. He had already grasped the dagger before it even touched her but Harry's force made the dagger slid in his hand. Seeing her friend, Hermione noticed that he loosened his grip of his dagger and slowly backed away. And when he did, Jäger fired.
Harry ducked to avoid the bullet but it grazed his temple, nipping it and drawing blood. When Harry staggered, it was only then that Jäger wrapped his arm that held the dagger around Hermione protectively and inched away while pointing the gun at him.
Finally finding her breath, Hermione felt her heart race but since when did her heart beat from her back? Even though he had a calm exterior, Jäger was trembling within. With a breath, he calmed down and then glared at Harry who was holding his ear in pain of the explosion.
Hermione gently touched Jäger's arm and he stopped. "Are you okay Harry?" she asked, concern was heavy in her tone. Luna used a tablecloth to keep his temple from bleeding. Harry, who realized what had just happened, looked at Hermione, shaken at what he had almost done.
"Hermione! I'm sorry," he tried to get up but Jäger cocked his revolver making him think about his move. "Please forgive me. I forgot we have visitors. It is unacceptable."
"It is," Jäger growled. "You must remove that temper, Mr. Potter. It will be your downfall."
"So I failed again, huh?" Harry chuckled weakly as he let Luna help him stand.
"Failed?" Hermione asked as she tried to look at Jäger. "You do this every time?" she felt rather uncomfortable with his hot breath tickling her ear. Instead of answering, Jäger inched towards the portrait door. When the door closed leaving Harry and Luna behind, Harry sighed.
"Where is he taking her?" Luna asked worriedly. Harry still shook at the near miss he had received.
"To the hospital wing," he said. "We'll give him an hour before we go ourselves." Harry was taken back at Luna's gaze when he looked at her. She was looking at him in oblique curiousness that made him nervous. Somehow, he was feeling guilty at the events that would have happed if Jäger didn't stop the knife. He sat on a nearby chair and tried to steady himself.
He had just stared into the face of death and lived. The problem is, death wouldn't be as cruel as the Hunter was.
...
"It is not necessary to carry me towards the infirmary," Hermione said as she and Jäger walked the hall that would bring them to the infirmary. Actually, it was Jäger who was walking for Hermione felt weak after that ordeal with Harry. It frightened her to see Harry that way. It was like the time that he tried to kill Malfoy. Hate fueled his wrath. And wrath clouded his judgment.
"I insist," he said as he turned a corner. "Besides, it gives me a reason to have you in my arms." Hermione stilled. She couldn't believe what she heard and judging by his expression, he couldn't believe he said those words. Slightly amused to see him blush, Hermione looked at him in such a manner that it enticed from Jäger a guilty conscience.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" he asked and Hermione nodded once. "Then you must forget what I have said."
"You will NOT obliviate me," she said in a hardened tone that made him chuckle.
"Wouldn't dream of it, My Lady," he said.
"And don't drop me," she said in a whisper.
"I shall not, My Lady," he said just as soft. And she believed him for his touch was so gentle that it was like handling the most precious artifact there was in handling her.
For the next minutes towards the Infirmary nothing was said. Hermione didn't trust herself to talk for his comment earlier haunted her. She never thought that this Hunter wanted to hold her. Why was she not appalled? She couldn't think of a reason and for the first time in a long time it baffled her.
At last, the sanctuary of the Infirmary relieved her thoughts of a potentially dangerous man that threatened not her life but her heart.
"From all the stories I had heard about Mr. Potter, I thought that the Infirmary was next to the Gryffindor tower." He said as he opened the door with his foot. Hermione laughed out loud.
"He had an unfortunate habit on getting himself hurt on a few occasions," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself.
"A few occasions?" he snorted. "Attacked by Vodemort's spirit, almost tromped by the whomping willow, had his arm broken and then regenerated when some teacher removed the bone in his arm, got bested by a basilisk, almost kissed by dementors, attacked by a revived Voldemort... must I go on?" Hermione sighed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. It did seem that Harry was accident-prone but that was the curse that was his life.
"Is he still visiting the infirmary that often," she joked.
"Unfortunately, yes," he frowned. "He is designated as Archer. Meaning he should be my backup when the need arises. He should cover my back when I am in a melee not join me in fighting."
"Maybe he wanted to help and the occasion called for it," she suggested.
"If that was the reason I would have been lenient, my Lady. But Harry has a death wish."
"Truly you can't believe that," she said rather shocked. "He looked scared when you almost shot him."
"He was afraid because he almost killed you," he said.
"Who tried to kill whom?" a curious voice asked making Hermione gasped in surprise as she recognized the voice.
Cho Chang stood by the infirmary office with her arms crossed expecting an answer. And in all business, Jäger faced her.
"Check her," he said as he walked towards Cho. "She might have been wounded."
Cho looked at Hermione then to Jäger's bloodied hand, which still clutched the dagger. "What happened?" she asked in concern and half reprimand. Hermione smiled. It was like she was looking at Madame Pomfrey for her tone and demeanor were almost the same.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked her. "Where's Madame Pomfrey?"
"She's on holiday," Cho answered. "What seems to be her..." her voice faltered as she saw the blood on her chest. Quickly, she readied a nearby cot and looked at the Hunter. "Don't just stand there! Get her on the bed. Why are you carrying her anyway?"
"I tripped," Hermione said as Jäger gently placed her on the cot.
"And that's enough of a reason to carry you?" Cho asked as she prepared a cleaning solution. "Li, turn around." Jäger merely looked at her and stood still.
"He said that it gave him a reason to have me in his arms," Hermione said as Cho checked her dress.
"Really," Cho said disbelievingly. "Li, I'm going to open her blouse and judging by contours on her chest, and the fact that I know her well, she's not wearing a bra." Jäger blinked once and turned around. "I'm surprised you didn't notice." He glanced back, looked at Hermione's chest and then looked away.
"Speechless Li?" Cho smiled as she took off Hermione's blouse. "Not surprised. Always shy around women. At least about personal matters. There's a lot of blood here but no open wound. You had me worried there for a moment. Stay still," Cho took a crystal prism and hovered it on the wound. "There were some scarring in the heart tissues but..."
"But what?" Hermione asked. Suddenly, Jäger leaned towards her and looked at her wound with the use of a magnifying glass. Instantly she reddened. She was being observed by a man closer that she wanted but somehow she didn't mind. There was no mischief in his eyes, only curiosity and concern. It was hard to find fault in a man like Jäger.
"Your wound is regenerating," he said as he stood and looked away. Hermione wasn't sure but she swore that he blushed in embarrassment.
"Impossible," Hermione said as she recovered from her embarrassment. "Witches cannot regenerate without the help of magic."
"Maybe you are magic," Jäger said softly. His voice was filled with awe as if he really believed that she was magic. And his tone made her blush.
"I'll have to take a sample of your blood," Cho said as she traced the scar on her chest. "This is highly unusual."
"Really?" Hermione asked as she wore her blouse.
"I can do that later but for now... HOLD IT!" Cho shouted as she turned to Jäger who was walking away. Pausing, he looked at her with a confused look that made him look innocent. "I need to see that wound of yours."
"My wound is my business," he said as he started to go.
"Li," Hermione called faintly in concern. She had forgotten about his wound and was afraid it was worse than she had feared. Jäger stopped as looked at Hermione in question. She simply patted the side of her bed and with a sigh, he walked back towards her. Cho gave them an amused smile as she took a salve from one of the shelves.
"Never in a thousand years would I see the day that the mighty Hunter would heed a woman's call," Cho sighed as she handed Hermione the salve. "Not even the Charmer could charm him." Hermione looked at Cho in surprise. Did she say what she thought she had said?
"How did you know about the Charmer?" Hermione asked in confusion. Cho merely smiled as Jäger sat on the edge of Hermione's bed. Then it dawned on her. She couldn't possibly know about Jäger's slayers unless... "Are you the Healer?"
"Pretty much obvious," Cho said as she shook her head. "Why did you think I was called when Luna was rescued from the Death Eaters? But I'm not supposed to tell you that." Hermione noticed Jäger's glare as Cho smiled at him.
"I was supposed to tell you later," he said to Hermione. "And we will continue this later."
"Tell her before she get angry with you," Cho said as she smiled. "She doesn't want to be left in the dark. I'll be in the office," with a pat of encouragement on Hermione's shoulder, she was on her way.
Jäger merely looked at his wounded hand and didn't saw a word. Hermione felt his reluctance. It was like he was weighing an important decision that Cho had inadvertently revealed. Sighing, Hermione took his wounded hand and gently opened the palm. Jäger did not resist her touch.
Hermione took the dagger out and did not flinch when she saw the wound. There was a lot of blood but the wound itself was worse. The cut went through the skin of his fingers. His bone stopped the dagger from piercing her heart further as she saw the scratched on the exposed bone.
She then applied liberal amounts of the salve on his hand. Hermione knew it must have stung but he did not flinch nor cry out in pain. But when she lightly traced the wound, his hand jerked for a moment and then stilled.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked worriedly but he shook his head.
"It tickles," he said softly and huskily. Despite the obvious sentiment, Hermione was appalled that he could only feel pleasure in what should have been pain.
"Are you a masochist dear sir?" she tried to keep her composure but it was hard with Jäger's intent gaze on her.
"Not in the sense," he smiled. His smile could be viewed as being intoxicated. But the salve she had gently placed on his wounds did not have alcoholic properties. "Pain is only in a certain state of mind. And I do not like the feeling of pain. With deep concentration it is easily ignored. However..."
"However?" she asked as she continued to stroke his hand.
"However, my other senses becomes sensitive to other stimulus," she began to understand. Concentrating to ignore his pain, Jäger was vulnerable to other sensations like the tickling she was giving him.
"So you ARE in a lot of pain now?" she asked.
"If I would lose my concentration, which you are unconsciously doing, I would cry out like a ninny." At his confession, she laughed. There was a great deal of comfort when Hermione talked to him. It was like she had known him for most her life but merely forgotten about it.
"So I'd better stop," she said with a smile.
"What if I don't want you to?" he asked in a sly smile. Hermione, while smiling, pressed on the wound gently. She noticed his eyebrow twitched and slowly laid his hand on the bed.
"I can be a very persuasive woman," she said gently as she lay down on the bed.
"I can think of a lot of other things to describe you but they all will merely complement you more. Now sleep," he waved his good hand in front of her face and she suddenly felt sleepy.
"Alright, mother," she smiled. "But I want to... hear... your story..." when she finally slept, Jäger covered her with a blanket and smiled.
"I am yours to command, my lady," he said and with a final look upon her face, went to speak to Cho.
"Had you by the palm of her hand, hadn't she?" Cho smiled as she looked at him teasingly. "The scary thing is, you let her to."
"You are impossible, you know that?" Jäger said as he leaned on her desk. "And I haven't forgiven you yet."
"For what?" she asked defiantly.
"You called me LI in front of her," he growled. "Worse yet, you made her call me that."
"Seeing that she's still alive, you don't object," she smirked as she leaned on her desk, resting her chin on her knuckles. And when he didn't answer, she finally realized what he had done. "You vowed to protect her," she said in awe. "That's sooooo romantic."
"It is not," he sighed as he got a bandage from one of the near shelves. "Anyway, see to Mr. Potter. He has a nasty gash on his right temple." Sighing, Cho stood and took her med kit with her.
"I'm not even going to ask you," she said and walked away. She paused by the door and looked at him seriously. He felt her gaze but didn't meet it.
"She still loves him," Cho said in a tone he recognized as a friendly warning. "I do not want to see her hurt emotionally. As long as there is hope, he will continue to be in her heart." With that she left them.
Jäger took his cobalt blue .454 casul revolver from his back holster and opened the chamber. He removed the expended 13mm shell and replaced it with a new one. Closing the revolver, he gazed between the sights of the 390mm barrel and smiled. Cho's last words still echoed as he aimed the revolver at the forest outside.
"We shall see," he said.
Twirling the large gun like a professional gunslinger, he holstered it and looked at the open window. "We shall see."
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An: Not all is what they appear to be.
