A/N: Wow, this is a new twist from my usual fanfics, I know. Enjoy
Sweeping into the patients room, Hermoine hummed a bit to herself as she changed out the empty bed. The muggle patient had been taken down to x-ray and she had just enough time to clean the room. Of course, muggles were everywhere because she was in a muggle hospital. A long nurses smock adorned her with dancing ponies on it. It was silent this time of year really, and in a small city you had little to no chance of running into anyone you knew.
"Anyone I know from the wizarding world, that is," she smiled to herself, straightening the bed before closing the door behind her. Walking down the hall she pushed her cart to rest behind the large desk and picked up a clip board.
"Feeding time for room three, Carol," the plump lady said to the trainee. Hermoine ticked off the chart, so close to going home, and yet so far to just staying here the rest of the evening. The patient in room number three hadn't been eating, and Hermoine had been damned in not getting that room. Carol, a young sinewy blonde with plump breasts and long legs, could have cared less if the man would eat or not. The plump nurse behind the desk, Angie let a hand com up to scratch through her fluffed auburne curls as the crows feet winced a moment before she slowly turned to Hermoine.
"Hermoine, would you be a dear-"
"I'll go check on him, Angie. Only on one condition," Hermoine replied, picking the tray up in the crook of one arm.
"Oh?"
"You buy me lunch tomorrow," she laughed a bit with Angie before walking down the hall and pausing to knock. No response. Entering she stuck her head in and realized the curtain was pulled for privacy, even with the door closed. Sneaking in she pulled the door shut behind her, quietly, and her small brown shoes made no noise as she made her way around the curtain.
Glancing about she had almost missed him sitting in the corner. He was facing away from her, in a soft comfy chair, stairing out the window into the darkening clouds.
"Good evening," she said cheerfully, placing the tray on the rolling desk for his bed, "better come eat, this food doesn't stay hot forever you know." She smiled, turning before it slowly faded. Hm, well now, no attempt had been made to get out of the chair.
"You have to help me to my bed, woman," he growled as she took a few steps closer. She was silent, she guessed, as she came around the corner to look him over. His profile was gorgeous, she imagined. Long lean forehead, stubbornly jutted chin, and full lips, almost too full on a man. Arrogant lips, her mother had called them. The one thing which did catch her attention was the long band of fabric wrapping around his eyes, concealing them. He was blind, or currently injured in his eyes. His hand shot out, open.
"Well? Come on, don't want me to starve now do you," he growled angrily, keeping his face facing the window, and the darkened light. Her hand clutched his, and his hands wrapped about her wrist, engulfing hers. He stood, not even taking note to lean upon her, and she gulped. All man, she said within herself. At almost six feet tall it took a lot for her to be intimidated, but he was around six five, perhaps an inch taller or shorter. She felt like a dwarf next to him, a dwarf perhaps whos pace was kicking up to a few more notches before he was pulling her towards the bed.
He's blind! she chided to herself Quit drueling over his height and build and focus girl!
"Right here," She said, taking his other hand in her own to place it upon the bed. He nodded, a curt nod and then turned, easing himself upon the linen covered mattress.
"That should be all," he growled, laying back upon the bed, his legs brought up easily.
"No, you need to eat, sir," Hermoine politely said before pulling his desk, which extended up and then over the bed to set his food in front of him.
"Wont. There's no point in eating, I don't want to get fat," he stuck that stubborn chin out more and Hermoine had an inkling it was done from habit.
"Fat? What fat! Its all muscle. You want to talk about fat, you should see how much ice cream I eat in one night when I'm alone," she laughed, opening the tray up, letting the smell drift to him. Truth be told, it wasn't all that bad, hospital food. Well, not when it was all you had to eat. She herself enjoyed her sweets, and it was a miracle she staid thin these days.
"At least you're alone by choice," he snarled before bending down a moment over his food, "What the hell is this?"
"Chicken fried steak, potatoes, and some steamed brocoli. Milk to drink."
"Not eating it," he replied, turning his head away from it.
"Don't be childish. Here, if you can't see, I'll help you eat. I'll feed you."
"I will not ever let a woman fee-" with that vowel still tripping from his mouth Hermoine shoved in a piece of steak. She smiled to herself, watching him choke a moment before subsiding and chewing a few moments before swallowing.
"See, not half bad," she said, smirking before cutting another piece.
"It tastes like shi-" another steak filled vowel, and with this the meal continued before he finally fell back against the pillow, the plate almost empty.
"Eat the brocoli, woman, I wont," he said before his hands rose, pushing the desk away. It was a bit ackward at first, she realized with him. She always expected for him to be watching her, but in truth with no muggles to really heal his eyes, or perhaps it was magic, he was stuck in his form. And the brocoli did look appealing. One bite wouldn't hurt.
"I have a name, you know," she said, taking a bite of brocoli. Heaven, she thought. It was around eight o'clock and god she was starving. Chewing and swallowing she smiled, standing and taking the tray with her. No, she would eat when she got home, "Nurse Hart," she said, smiling.
"Draconus Malfoy," he said. She was halfway turned before she looked back stunned. He was sleeping already, but this was Draco Malfoy? She had been away from the wizarding world for thirteen years, and this is how he had ended up? She herself had changed so much her voice wasn't even recognizable. Now that she was looking she smiled, how could she have mistaken those arrogant features.
"Nothing changes, does it Draco?" she said, chuckling as she walked from the room. Before shutting the door she looked back, only a moment. Fate was cruel, wasn't it. She had changed her name, her looks, and Draco had still weasled his way into taunting her life. No wonder the nurses didn't want to deal with him. Blind huh? Now this was an interesting turn of events indeed…
He dreamt of the nurse that night, the voice of a woman he had so longed to hear. The other nurses were so easy to manipulate. Put on a little gruff and they were scared witless. The one new one had tried being nice to him, but he couldn't see anything, and was damned if he was going to let a little flirtatious nurse rustle him into a flury. But for some reason he had felt an instant liking to this bossy little nurse. During the shovels of food he had tried hollering at her every which way and all through it she had talked of her life in a one-bedroom apartment with her cat named ginger.
Cussing was not tolerated, he imagined, in the muggle hospitals, but Draco didn't care. In his dream he had hollered at her, Nurse Hart, and then ended up taking her into his arms and just before his mouth closed over hers...the night nurse had come in, telling him to wake up for his vitals. He'd give them vitals. He was sure that his heart rate had gone up from six to eight o'clock that night.
She was familiar some how, but in his world of darkness he found that by only dreaming of the past was he good for. He dreamt of his days at Hogwarts mostly, and was curius as to what had happenned to all the filthy little mudbloods. Aw, better not say that too loud. For in fact, he was stuck in a muggle hospital with all the nurses scared of him. Well, all except for one...