Love Me. Chapter 7. Hospital Wing
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Ok, I kinda made a promise to myself that I'd update weekly no matter what, but that seems to have been thrown on the trash pile. I've had a lot on at the moment though. I've been I'll, my teachers have decided to spring a load of mock tests on us (dunno why, we don't do our exams until next year) and one of my teachers died so its all been a bit chaotic at the moment
Anyway. Thanks for all your idea's they've really helped me :)
Draco walked down the corridor towards the heads dorm, still fuming. "Filthy little mudblood" he muttered fiercely under his breath "I WILL NOT BE USED!"
His shouts awoke a few unfortunate portraits who wasted no time in complaining about 'modern attitudes.' Draco paid no attention and continued on his way.
He reached the portrait of the bride a few minutes later. She too was fast asleep, and refused to wake. Finally Draco got so fed up he pulled her portrait open himself. He stepped into the common room and noticed the fire was out. As soon as the portrait slammed back into place, Draco was in total darkness. He searched his robe and trouser pockets for his wand only to remember he had left it on the coffee table. Rather than trying to feel his way up the stairs and into his bed he made his way over to the coffee table. As he approached, he saw the glass reflect a small amount of moonlight that has crept in through a gap in the curtains. He stood up straight and walked quickly toward the table
"ARRGHH" Draco tripped over something large and collided with the carpet, landing with a loud thud. "What on earth?" he looked around but the dark prevented him from seeing anything. He put his hand out and tried to feel around for the object that had tripped him up. After a while he found a clump of something soft and bushy. Moving his hand down he felt cloth and then skin.
"Hermione" he breathed. He sat repeating her name for a few minutes before the realisation suddenly hit him "HERMIONE"
He felt around on the table for his wand
"Lumos" he muttered frantically
He almost screamed when he saw Hermione. She was laying face-up in between the couch and coffee table. Her bushy hair strewn out around her, her mouth was hanging slightly open. Her skin was abnormally pale and there was a pool of blood surrounding her head, tinting her brown hair and her eyes were unfocused and hazy.
"Shit" Draco cursed under his breath "what have I done?" he flopped down onto the couch and placed his hands in his head 'what have I done?' he thought 'I pushed her. Yes… but she shouldn't have been coming onto you like that, you had every right' another voice in his head interrupted his thoughts 'yeah, but I didn't have to push her off like that, I could of just said no. Either way she would have fallen off the couch. But if I hadn't pushed her so hard, she might only of hit her head lightly, no injury. You can't not hurt yourself if you bang yourself on the edge of a glass coffee table'
"What have I done?" he said again, shaking his head "WHAT AM I DOING?" he suddenly hit himself on the head. "I shouldn't just sit here doing nothing. I've got to take her to Madame Pomfrey"
He jumped up from the couch and bent himself down over Hermione. He picked her up in his arm and struggled over to the portrait entrance. He kicked open the portrait and struggled out, Hermione was surprisingly heavy.
After a few minutes he had managed to reach the 3rd floor. Why on earth did they have to have a common room so far away from the hospital wing? Panting and exhausted he sat Hermione down, propping her up against the wall. Hermione's limp form slipped down and soon she was lying on the floor. Draco tried to get her sit by the wall a few more times but every time she'd slip and fall on the floor, banging her head on the cold tile. Deciding that this was probably making Hermione's condition even worse he manage to stand her up by anchoring the collar of her shirt to a low Candle Brace that was anchored to the wall.
He bent over, rubbing his side trying to rid the painful stitch that was burning into his flesh. After a few minutes of rubbing the stitch went, but Draco still had trouble re-gaining his breath. He stood up straight and paced up and down the corridor for a little while. He stopped opposite Hermione, he walked up to her so they were face to face. He put his hands on the wall, either side of her head, so his mouth was level with her ear "what have I don't to you Hermione?" he whispered.
He heard footsteps coming down the next corridor. He wished that the footsteps belonged to a teacher who'd be able to help him get Hermione to the Hospital Wing. He waited for a while for the footsteps to come round the corner, but they never did. They stopped for a moment and then hurried off. Draco looked up to see a head of jet-black hair disappear back around the corner.
Sighing, he decided he'd better carry on to the Hospital Wing. He tried to pick her up but she was securely fastened to the candle bracket. He tugged on her arms but she wouldn't break loose. He sighed and tried to untangle the knot of cloth from the bracket but it wasn't working. Finally he decided the best solution would be to completely remove her shirt. He also removed his shirt, so he could place it around Hermione. It'd be much more descent for him to be seen walking around shirtless.
He fiddled with her buttons and slowly the shirt started to slide off revealing her toned body. As he undid the last button Hermione started to fall forward toward the floor. Draco managed stop her falling flat on her face, unfortunately catching her on her breast
Before he had time to move the familiar faces of Harry and a tired looking Ron, who was still in his Pyjama's, appeared in the corridor
Harry stared open mouthed while Ron said in a sceptic tone "I thought you said they were just kissing"
"They were" replied Harry; rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Draco groping Hermione, both with their shirts off "but obviously they've moved on a bit"
"You were the one who came here a few minutes ago?" Draco asked Harry "Oh, God! Look, its not what it seems"
"Pft, yeah right!"
"Oh, sod off Potter" Draco replied roughly, grabbing his shirt off the floor and wrapping it around Hermione. He picked her up and carried on down to the Hospital Wing. Leaving a fuming Harry and a disbelieving Ron standing in the corridor
When he arrived in the Wing, a good twenty minutes later, Hermione had lost almost all colour from her skin and blood was streaming down her back onto Draco's arm.
Madame Pomfrey came bustling out of her office as soon as she heard the doors open
"Oh dear, dear, dear, dear" she make a big fuss of taking Hermione from Draco's arm and placing her on one of the free beds
"When did she hit her head?"
"Uh," Draco calculated the times in his head "about 20 past 1"
"Oh, dear!" she glanced at the clock, it was a few minutes past 4am
"But I only found her about an hour ago"
"It took you an hour to get her hear?" she looked at Draco curiously
"Yeah, but it's a long way from our dorm and she's very heavy for a girl"
"Hmmm." She walked over to Hermione, clearly questioning Draco's exscuse
"And do you know how she hurt her head?" she placed a thermometer in Hermione's mouth
"She hit it on a coffee table"
"Ok, did she fall over? I suppose she tripped on the edge of one of the blasted rugs Dumbledore insist on putting in every room
"Uh, no. I... err… um, Pushed her"
"You Pushed Her?"
"Well actually I sort of hit her and she fell down"
"You Hit Her?"
Draco nodded and judging by the look on Madame Pomfrey's face, it would have been a lot better to just say that she'd tripped on the rug
"It was an accident" he said, hurriedly
Madame Pomfrey was still bustling around Hermione but Draco could have sworn that she said "ha, not likely" under her breath.
Draco stood in the corner watching Madame Pomfrey busy herself sorting out Hermione for about half an hour until she turned to him and said
"I think you'd better leave Mr. Malfoy" she said softly, although she practically shoved him out the door
Slowly Draco made his way up to the dormitory , his foots echoing around the halls.
He sighed as he entered the common room. He lit the fire with a wave from his wand and walked over to where he found Hermione. he lay down on the floor where her body was as soon fell into a deep sleep, dreaming that Hermione was OK
You do not know how long that took me to write! Mostly because part way, through I got distracted by a large tub of Haagen-Dazs. And a lovely tub of Haagen-Dazs it was too. Although I am a bit bummed by the fact I didn't get to eat any. First off, I couldn't open the bloody thing. Then my hand kept sticking to the tub (I'd just taken it out the freezer) so I put my gloves on, then my gloves go stuck to the tub! Then I had to wait for the ice cream to soften so I was actually able to eat it, but I accidentally left it a bit too long, so it started to melt. So I put it back in the freezer for a few minutes then, just as I was taking it out my mum came home from work and took the Haagen-Dazs off me saying "Ice cream is bad for you, Nicole" anyway, enough about me and the Haagen-Dazs. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW