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Hermione Granger woke up to only to see that the room she was in was pitch black. There was no light anywhere and she could not see anything at all. The only thing she knew was that she was in an uncomfortable bed somewhere.

"Hello?" she called out. Hermione didn't hear an answer. She frowned to herself as she slowly lowered herself from the bed. The fact that it was pitch black didn't make it any easier. She didn't even know where she was. The last thing she remembered was that she was at that magazine shop with Malfoy and some kind of a curse hit her. She knew nothing after that.

She sighed to herself and kept feeling around the room. If her wand was with her, she would have done something to light the room but at the moment, she had no clue where it was. As she was walking, she felt a door knob and was dismayed to find that it was locked. So she began pounding on what she thought was the door that led outsideand screamed, "If anyone is there, open this door right now!"

As she was yelling for someone to open up the door, she heard a small cough and turned around. "Who's there?"

She heard footsteps and then someone say, "You must have been hit really hard with that curse if you don't know who I am."

"Malfoy?"

"The one and only," he replied coldly.

Hermione frowned and said, "How did you get in here?"

Draco snorted and said, "Lost your marbles have you? I came through the door."

"The door? But I didn't see it open," replied Hermione still unaware of where he was standing.

Draco rose an eyebrow and muttered, "You were pretty deep in concentration, pounding something requires a lot of it, I suppose."

Hermione frowned and put a hand on her hip. "If you had come in, I would have seen you come in because the door would have opened and some light would have come into the room."

"Some...light?"

"Yes, some light. It's so dark in here that I can't even see a thing."

Draco regarded Hermione with a puzzled look on his face. "Are you mad, Granger? It's broad daylight and all the windows are open."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? I can't see a thing so how could it possibly be light?"

Draco's eye widened with shock as he slowly approached her. One he was about a foot away from her, he held up two fingers about five inches away from her eyes and said, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "It's dark in here, how am I supposed to see?"

"Granger, my fingers are right in front of your face." Draco looked at her with a look that resembled concern as realization dawned upon her face. She slowly brought her hand up in front of her face and felt his fingers as he brought them down.

Hermione quickly took a step back crashing into something that was right behind her. "Wh-what…I…"

Draco helped her up and guided her to her bed. After wiping his hands on the blankets on the bed he said, "Stay here, I'll get a healer."

Hermione sat numbly on the bed. Her mind was in utter chaos right now. So many questions were running through her mind and she couldn't even think properly. She didn't look like she was worried though. She looked perfectly calm and unmoving.

She was so still that when the healer and Malfoy rushed in two minutes later, they thought that she had gone into some sort of comatose state.

"Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger!" yelled the healer at Hermione's unmoving body. "Can you hear me?" Hermione nodded at the voice. The healer sighed out of relief and said, "Thank goodness. Well, Mr. Malfoy here has just informed me that you aren't able to see anything." Hermione shook her head unable to say anything. "From what Mr. Malfoy has told us, you were hit by a particularly nasty curse, which no one has knowledge of."

"No one…perfect," muttered Hermione, pulling on a strand of her auburn hair.

No one, Ms. Granger," continued the healer in a soothing voice. "By the way, I am Healer Roland." Hermione merely nodded and continued pulling on her hair. Healer Roland held up his wand to her eyes and muttered "Lumos" and a bright light immediately emerged from his wand. "Can you see this?"

"No…"

Healer Roland frowned and looked Draco who appeared as though he had swallowed something nasty. "This is indeed, very puzzling."

"If she's just blind, can't you cure her?" asked Draco in a low tone.

"I'm afraid not. You told us that she glowed red when she was hit with the curse." Healer Roland scratched his chin and replied, "Glowing is never a good sign and if we try to take away her blindness with a simple counter curse, there are bound to be side effects…horrible ones, in fact."

"Like what?" asked Hermione.

"I'm not entirely sure…this isn't my area of expertise. I'll have to contact one of my colleagues in Japan who deals with these sorts of curses."

"Isn't it better to take a risk and try to cure her then?" snapped Draco, looking at his watch.

"No, no, no," replied Healer Roland with a huff, "there is always a side effect to any spell. Some are more pronounced than others. Some of them, you can go your whole life not even knowing that something has happened to you as a result of the curse." He looked back at Hermione whose face was expressionless and said, "You live in muggle London, do you not?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, I'm afraid that you can't live there until we've found a counter curse for your err…affliction."

"And why not?" she asked, trying to keep herself calm. If Hermione could have seen the Healer, she would have given him a glare that would have scared him to no end.

"You need someone to watch over you while you can't see. Besides, you might be in danger considering your position in the ministry."

"Are you saying that my apartment isn't safe? I can assure you that I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in London not to mention the fact that I live on the ground floor," muttered Hermione through clenched teeth.

"That may be so, Ms. Granger," replied the Healer nervously, "but this is only temporary. Once you get used not having you sight, I'm sure that you would be able to move back into your old apartment. For now, I need you to stay with some witch or wizard who can give you the protection and care that you need."

"Where exactly are you suggesting that I stay? None of the people whom I feel comfortable with are even in the country right now," she spat.

Healer Roland exchanged glances with Draco who stood up straight and let out a cold laugh. "You want her to stay with me? I can barely stand the sight of her at work. What makes you think I'd want her in my house?"

"It's not a question of what you want, Mr. Malfoy. I'm only suggesting what's best for Ms. Granger under these conditions."

"Exactly," cut in Hermione. "Living with him, will not make me any better. In fact, I'll probably be dead by the time the month is up."

Healer Roland frowned at the auror and said, "I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"No, she's telling the truth," replied Draco eyeing Hermione with distaste. "One of will probably be dead by the time the month is up."

"Then figure out a way to stay alive," the healer replied. "Now if you'll both excuse me, I have to go inform the head of the department of this predicament." Healer Roland gave Hermione a pat on her shoulder and walked out of the room, shaking his head sympathetically.

The two were left in silence for a while until Hermione asked, "Did you take care of everything?"

"What?"

"At the magazine store…"

Draco rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm not an Auror for nothing."

Hermione sighed as she looked into darkness. "About what the Healer said…"

"What about it?"

"I really don't want to stay at your house-

"Then don't."

"-but if that's what's the safest, then I have no other choice, Malfoy."

Draco stared at her and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you really have no where else to stay?"

"Look, I'll stay out of your way while when you're at home."

Draco let out a sigh and looked at the blind girl for a few seconds. Would it really be that bad if she stayed at his mansion for a while? She would get on his nerves, yes, but she had promised to stay out of his way. Then there was also the fact that his mother was still there. She often got lonely. Maybe, she wouldn't mind Hermione's company. The issue of Hermione being a mudblood might have some effect but it couldn't be that bad…

Draco let out a breath as he frowned at Hermione. "What?" she asked.

"You can stay at my manor, I suppose. You'll have to keep my mother company, after all, she and the house elves will probably be watching you."

"House elves?" asked Hermione, her voice taking on a dangerous edge to them. "I don't make house elves do my bidding, Malfoy."

"Deal with it, mudblood," replied Draco, coolly. He looked at her in silence and took in her appearance. She seemed extremely exhausted and her normally vibrant hair hung limply around her face. Her eyes seemed a bit glazed over causing them to become a light shade of brown rather than amber.

Draco coughed and said, "I should be going to work. It's already ten. I'll tell Mr. Ringler about your condition."

Hermione nodded as Draco frowned at her. "I'll probably be discharged today seeing as there's really no point in my staying here for a long period of time," she started. "If it isn't too much trouble, would you mind sending someone to my apartment to get me?"

Draco nodded then remembering that she couldn't see, he said, "I'll send a house elf at around half past nine."

He turned on his heel and without a second glance, left the room with his robes billowing behind him and Hermione yelling, "You will do no such thing, Malfoy! Either send a person or come get me yourself. I will not come with a house elf." When she didn't get a reply, she yelled, "Come back here ferret!"

Hermione sighed once again. She supposed that should would be doing a lot of that especially since there was nothing much that a blind person could do. Of course, she would find something to do but it would be a little difficult for a while. There was also, Malfoy's mother. Hermione had seen her twice before, once at the Quidditch world cup in her fourth year, and shortly after the war when Draco had come to court to answer a few questions for the ministry. She didn't look that bad. It would no doubt be a little hard trying to cope with the woman, but Hermione was sure that things would work out eventually. After all, they always did. Lying down completely, she curled up in a ball as she went to sleep, dreaming nothing but complete darkness.