Harry woke up to Kreacher slightly shaking the bed.
"Master, master."
"W-what?"
"The headmistress of Hogwarts is calling for you on the fireplace." At hearing about Hogwarts Harry jumped out of bed, expecting trouble.
He quickly put on a shirt and swirly trotted down the hard and old steps towards the fireplace.
"Hello professor," he said kneeling down to see, "is there something wrong at the school?"
"Well, yes there is, there's always something wrong here," she started, "will spare you the unnecessary details for now. Mr. Malfoy is a Veela and Miss Granger is his mate. She was in the hospital ward and he came to visit her and I assume they fell asleep. He woke up to Miss Granger unresponsive and Madame Pomfrey knocked out with some muggle object in her neck."
"Hold on, Draco's a Veela…….and Hermione is his MATE?!?!" He nearly yelled in disbelief. "When did all this happen and why is it the first I'm herring about it?" He asked, now worried about his best friend's well being.
"Now I understand that you two are close friends but you are ONLY entitled to the private information that Miss Granger decides to share with you," she chastised, "the reason why I've woken you from your slumber is because we need to know what kind of muggle objects would be inserted into one's neck and cause them to fall unconscious."
"Did it look like a syringe? I mean did it look like a hollow cylinder with a thingy you push into it?"
"Yes," Draco said moving to be next to the Headmistress. "It was clear and had this like flat pushy thing," he said while to convey the object with his hand movements in an attempt to be helpful, "but if you don't mind professor, may we please focus on my unconscious girlfriend? Please?" He asked while turning to the professor, almost begging.
"THEY'RE DATING TOO??!?" Harry accused, not believing his ears.
"Well not officially but she said she would go on a date with me yesterday, so hopefully we will be pretty soon. Well, that is if we can figure this out, that is," he spoke, beginning to get even more impatient than before (understandably too).
"Whatever, at the moment I don't care if you're dating a llama, Hermione's well being is the only thing that matter now." Harry said, adjusting himself on the floor to sit on his bottom. "First, I don't know much about muggle poisons and things but you should definitely send Madam Pomfrey to St. Mungo's as soon as possible. Second, check 'Mione's pulse. Is it there. Please tell me it's there."
Too frustrated to trust himself to reliably check her pulse, Draco quickly scrambled over to the unconscious Hermione and placed a finger under her nose to feel her breath on his digit. After a few tense seconds he removed his hand and let out a breath her hadn't known he'd been holding. "She's breathing," he said, nearly panting.
"Well then, send her off to Mungo's as well, there's nothing more that I think either of us can do from here," Harry said, relieved to know his friend was ok.
"Mr. Potter, thank you for all of your help. I will personally accompany miss Granger and Madam Pomfrey to St. Mungo's, making sure they get immediate care," said professor McGonagall. "Mr. Malfoy and myself must get going. Goodbye"
"Bye professor, bye Malfoy, give Hermione a kiss on the cheek for me!" Harry said beginning to get off of the floor in front of his fireplace. "I hope all this gets figure out."
"Bye Pot-" Draco started, before being cut off by the older witch cutting the call off.
As the narrator of this story I feel it is my job to provide clarity to this situation. You might be thinking 'mind your own business and let the writer write" but I must tell you, dear reader, I'm not sure you fully understand the intensity of this situation. Imagine the love of your life, or if you are like me, your crush. Thats nice right? Now imagine awakening next to them and not knowing if they're to survive and thrive or if their destiny is to perish all too quickly, like many of the ones close to us do. Can you understand what Draco is feeling? What about how Harry must feel? Having his best friend, the girl who saved him at some point during every school year, slowly being pulled away from him, but he has to remain strong because without Hermione he's the only one with any knowledge of muggle contraptions. If you can, I'm sorry, if you are unable, I envy you. Anyway, back to the story.
The Headmistress quickly rose from her bent position and walked over to the unresponsive girl on her desk. "Ok.,Mr. Malfoy, hold onto Miss Granger's hand along with mine, and don't let go." Draco was confused at the directions but McGonagall seemed pretty sure on what she was doing so he rolled them.
With the trademark feeling of being pulled by his bellybutton Draco, along with Hermione and the professor, was in the wizarding hospital, St. Mungo's. As soon as they were there he immediately realized that Hermione would fall and quickly pulled her by the hand and wrapped his other around her back after pulling it from the professor's. Almost instantaneously he turned a slight shade of red after realizing the awkward position he was in with Hermione. Not liking the way her head drooped, he assumed she would be uncomfortable in their current position and scooped her up bridal style.
Professor McGonagall quickly walked up to the help desk with meaning in her step. "Hello, I have an unresponsive young lady and we have no idea what's wrong." The desk attendant responded with something about getting a Hermione into a room and filling out some paperwork but Draco wasn't paying any attention to her. He was much more concerned with the girl in his arms, whom he, as of late, had felt an extremely strong urge to protect, I guess it was just the veela instincts.
A/n: I guess you could say this is a little overdue, it's been like two months. I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, I'll try to do so more often.
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-E.K. Jane