Despite Draco been kind enough to take the time to contact the hospital to say she wouldn't be in today; Hermione knew they needed her if she was well enough to work which she was. St Mungo's currently had many staff members off sick with the flu and other seasonal bugs, leaving the staff that were able to attend overworked due to them been short staffed. After finishing the delicious soup he'd made her; Hermione had a shower and flooed to the hospital. Her first stop had been to see Head Healer Clearwater who had been relieved to hear she was well enough to work that day. After seeing the head healer she'd gone to the paediatric ward and done her rounds as usual.
Hermione had stopped by the private room the Nott family were in during her rounds and had been relieved to see that Primrose, who insisted she be called Posy was doing a lot better than she had been the last time she'd seen her. The young girl would have to stay at the hospital for a few more days and would likely have to be seen by a mind healer but she would thankfully make a full recovery from the trauma she had suffered at the hands of her grandparents. She'd also got to see the two new additions to the small family; Zachariah and Jedediah Nott were beautiful healthy babies. Posy had happily shown off her new brothers when she'd entered the room; with their olive skin, sapphire eyes and dark hair, the twins were a perfect blend of their parents.
Hermione's morning had been very busy; twelve more children had been admitted to the hospital with the flu and there had been an influx of students from Hogwarts after an explosion in the potions classroom; Madam Pomfrey was a capable healer but thirty burned teenagers and a wounded professor meant she need additional help; she'd sent the most severely injured students straight to the hospital for treatment.
As such it was well after one o'clock by the time, she'd finally got to sit down in the hospital canteen; coffee in hand and a tray loaded up with food on the table in front of her. She'd just taken her first sip of the caffeinated beverage when a shrill siren sounded followed by Head Healer Clearwater's voice; "Mass casualties, all available healers to accident and emergency, I repeat all available healers to accident and emergency," the healer spoke, before her voice dissipated. Hermione looked at her lunch sadly, she would not be eating it today. Hurriedly she rose to her feet, rushing towards the A&E department, her wand in hand.
"What on earth has happened," she asked worriedly, taking in the stretchers that were been brought in; wounded Aurors atop of each one, healers buzzed about checking vitals and providing emergency medical aid; more than one shook their heads, covering Aurors with white sheets; some had not made it, they were dead on arrival. Many of the remaining Aurors were actively bleeding from large gashes and what looked to be bite marks.
"Werewolf victims," Susan called to her; the redheaded witch was stood over one of the victims waving her wand quickly, murmuring spell after spell to try and stop the blood pouring out of the wizard while another healer hooked the man up to blood bags and gave him blood replenishing potions.
"But it isn't a full moon," she replied, confused, it was daytime, the next full moon was two weeks away, how had this occurred she wondered.
"HERMIONE HELP," the frantic voice of her best friend called; she turned away from the healers working on the bleeding Aurors to see Harry limping through the entrance way, blood was pouring from a nasty wound on his leg, and he half dragged, half carried Draco Malfoy, who was ashen and unconscious.
"Hermione he isn't breathing," Harry told her, within seconds she was at his side levitating Draco onto a stretcher of his own.
"Get pressure on that wound," she told her best friend as she began doing chest compressions on the blonde followed by rescue breaths. Draco remained unresponsive as she continued trying to resuscitate him.
"Don't you die on me Malfoy, you will not leave your son with nobody," she hissed at him as she pushed down hard on his chest, leaning down to blow into his mouth again. Draco spluttered, trying to push himself off the stretcher but didn't have enough strength to do so. His startled silver eyes locked on her brown ones, "an angel," he breathed before collapsing backwards once more, Hermione felt for a pulse, he had one, but it was faint.
"What happened to him Harry," she asked worriedly, scanning the blonde Auror with her wand. Draco only had a few scrapes and bruises, there were no obvious reasons for the man to be in cardiac arrest upon his arrival at the hospital.
"He saved us; blasted Greyback away with a beam of pure energy; magical energy, it was unlike anything I've ever seen; it was so bright, like burning magnesium, he collapsed shortly afterwards," Harry told her, Hermione scanned deeper, running diagnostics on Draco's magical core.
"Fuck his magic is depleted," she groaned staring at the man with horror.
"Hermione what does that mean," Harry asked, her friend had slumped down to the floor, and was holding a torn wad of fabric to the gaping wound on his leg.
"That he needs a magic transfusion," she replied, Harry grimaced, magical transfusions were rare, nobody wanted to share their magic, it was like sharing one's wand you just didn't do it, it left you uncomfortable and itchy, paranoid. Usually when one was needed it was a spouse, or blood relative who provided the needed magic, even then it would be uncomfortable for the donor party.
"Use me," Harry suggested, always one to play the hero, Hermione shook her head at her friend; "you're in no fit state Harry, ethically I can't accept you, it would be too draining on you," she told him, scanning the immediate area with her eyes, looking for someone free to assist her.
"Susan, I need your help," she called to her friend who had just finished bandaging up the Auror she had been working on, the man was now been rolled away by a nurse who was most likely taking him to the major injury ward.
"Hermione," Susan hurried over to her, grimacing at Draco's pallid complexion.
"I need you to help me give him a magical transfusion," she told the redhead.
"We can't do one here, besides who will be the donor," Susan asked.
"Me," Hermione spoke confidently.
"Hermione you can't," Susan gasped.
"I'm not letting him die," she spoke firmly.
"Surely there's someone else, what about his parents," Susan asked worriedly.
"There's no time, I'm not losing him, Scorpius needs him, are you going to help me or not," she asked hurriedly, reluctantly Susan nodded.
"We can't do it here though," Susan insisted, so reluctantly Hermione agreed, and the pair moved Draco to a private room, Harry hobbling after them, refusing the help of other Healers who tried to assist the dark haired Auror.