Disclaimer: All characters belong to the one and only J.K Rowling.
(I realised I forgot to add a disclaimer for chapter 1, so I'll just put it in this chapter for the whole story, kay?)
Anyway, here you go:
Hermione entered Malfoy's ward to check up on his wounds. Some dressings were stained with blood and had to be changed. Hermione accioed the bandages and medicine for the wounds. She gently shook Malfoy. "Hey... Malfoy, it's time to change your dressings. Wake up," she said, for some reason a bit wary at Malfoy's reaction upon seeing her after he awakes. After all, they weren't the best of buddies, and to wake up to a "filth" with accompanying headache and body aches must not be very comfortable.
Draco stirred a bit and frowned slightly, a gentle crease forming between his brows. It felt like a herd of hippogriffs were stampeding through his head and his body, bloody hell, what happened? Last thing he remembered before blackness was the noise and the lights and people running and screaming in agony and fright- no no no, definitely not the thing to think of when you're having a major headache.
"Mr. Malfoy, wake up," came a familiar gentle voice. It was soothing, but something about that voice irked him a bit.
Then he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He looked up and first thing he registered was, "Granger? What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?" The second those words came out, he then realised that it wasn't his bedroom.
"Hold the fuck on, where am I? Tell me now you stupid little mudblood!" He clutched his head as the headache worsened from shouting. He shouldn't have done that, but the sight of Granger just made him want to shout and spit out insults. Major Déjà vu there.
Granger went all frigid and something in her eyes told Draco that he probably shouldn't have insulted her. Eh, fuck her. "And I hope you go to hell too, Malfoy," She shot back.
Bitch! He raised one eyebrow, "Mudblood, you'd better tell me everything right now befor-"
"Malfoy, you are the injured one here so don't force me to make it worse by hexing you!" Granger gritted out in her barely controlled anger.
Injured one? So he was in the hospital... But why? How? Draco sighed and told himself to stop thinking so much, "Why am I here?"
"You're here because you probably fell on your big fat ars- I mean," Granger took a deep breath. "You're here because there was this freak accident at the Quidditch Practice Match and you were injured, and badly so." She sighed and said tiredly, "Can you remember what happened before you passed out?"
"You try thinking with a herd of hippogriffs stampeding in your head!" He said petulantly.
She shook her head slightly and sighed again. (Merlin, having too much air? Stop breathing then.) "Okay never mind, just sit up slowly, I need to examine your wounds and change your dressings."
"Wait- what? Why you? Surely there are better-looking nurses out there! "He shuddered with revulsion at the thought of Granger touching him anywhere, even if it wasn't intimate.
Granger's nose flared and her anger came rushing back, "Well, I'm sorry, Malfoy, for not being one of those busty nurses that are just dying to touch you, but unlucky for you, no one else wanted your case, so now you're stuck. With. Me!" Realising her words, Granger's eyes widened and she hastily tried to cover her mouth. Draco snorted, as if she could hurt his feelings. Sure it did sting a little, but he was rather used to this kind of treatment. "Shit, I'm so-"
"I don't need your pity or restraint Granger! Just do whatever the fuck you need to and get out of my sight." Draco tiredly replied. Granger shut her mouth, nodded and continued with her job without another word uttered until before she left. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut for too long, huh.
"Well, um… Your wounds are healing fine so far, and I will call in a nurse to change your dressings and give you the potions you need to drink. And you must drink it all, Malfoy, or you'll have to stay in this place longer, facing a Mudblood every day." She smiled wryly. The corner of Draco's lips quirked slightly upwards. "And uh... well I'm forced to say this, as a healer, so... Have a nice day. "With that she turned on her heel and started to walk away.
Huh, so she could take humour based on her pain… Maybe it won't be so bad after all, facing this mudblood.
As she stepped into her office, Hermione closed the door and leaned on it, exhaling deeply, clearly exhausted from dealing with Malfoy. If she knew that taking charge of Malfoy would be so much fun, she would've kept quiet, stupid her! The least she could do now was to her duty and get this over with without any fuss.
"'Mione?" A familiar voice rang out and pulled Hermione from her reverie. She smiled.
"Hey Gin, what's up?" Hermione kneeled in front of the fireplace.
"I just heard about the Quidditch accident… Anyone we know? "
"Well I'm not sure about all of the victims, but I know Malfoy's here,"
"Oh? Well, in that case can you please check thoroughly? I tried contacting Ron and Harry but they did not answer me. I'm starting to get worried," Ginny said.
"I think they should be fine, otherwise everyone would be mourning over the-boy-who-lived's death by now," Hermione chuckled.
"Not funny, Hermione!" Ginny hissed.
"Okay, okay, just calm down, I'll go check for you now."
Ginny sighed, "Okay, just let me know if you hear anything. Send me a patronus okay, I want to know immediately. And please do rest after wards; you look like you just went to Hell and back. "
Hermione laughed, "Okay, I sure will. Talk to you later."
"Bye. " Ginny's head vanished from the fire. Hermione sighed, half of the day was barely gone and she was already exhausted to her bones. She rested her eyes for a bit and rubbed both her temples with her fingers, then took several deeps breaths to recollect her much needed energy. Satisfied, she stood up and went to find Helen.
Apparently loads of people she knew were involved in the accident: Seamus, Ron, Harry (Minor injuries), some other Hogwarts students she recognized and Luna. This was much worse than she originally thought. She immediately went to check on her best friends, which were, rather suspiciously, conveniently placed in the same ward.
When she came to their ward, they were deep in conversation with each other, both with a cast over one of their limbs. They still hadn't noticed her. She coughed softly. That seemed to catch their attention as they turned their heads to the door. They beamed when they saw who it was.
"Hermione! We were just talking about you!" Harry said.
Feigning offense, "What? I never thought I would see the day where you two were talking about me behind my back! Whatever have I done to deserve that?"
Playing along, Harry claimed, "Well, we heard from Pavarti that you caught AIDs and were discussing who you could've possibly screwed to catch that from."
Unable to keep up with the charade anymore, Hermione laughed and went to hug them both. They haven't seen each other for a very long time.
"Merlin, have I missed you, 'Mione!" Ron said.
Smiling, "Me too. So are you guys okay? What happened?"
"We don't exactly know, just that suddenly all the bludgers, even those in the equipment room, started aiming at random people and blasting off towards them and we broke our legs trying to keep away." Harry explained.
"Huh. Well that's weird, no one else knows why?" Hermione asked.
"No, which was actually what we really were talking about before you came." Ron replied.
"Did you guys not hear anything from Ginny? She claims that you never answered her calls. She positively worried just now."
"She came to the hospital?" Harry's face lit up.
"No, floo call. Sorry to disappoint you, you lovesick crack head." Hermione smiled and ruffled his hair endearingly, much to his annoyance. "Though she told me to send a patronus once I find you two."
"Never mind, I'll do it instead." Harry smiled shyly. It was ridiculous, Merlin knows how long they have been together and he's still shy? Goodness.
"Well okay, make sure to tell her it's on my behalf, or she'll hex me into oblivion more making her worry longer than she ought to."
"Guys, I'm still here you know." Ron piped up.
"Oh, no one could forget your presence, Ron." Hermione joked.
"Well good, because I'm feeling rather famished, would you, lovely lady, bring us some delightful delicacies from my mother please?" Ron looked up at her with big puppy-dog eyes.
"Whoa, no need to pull out your sword, Ron, if you wanted food you could've just asked," Hermione conceded. "And since when did you learn to speak like that? Got a girl to please?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"YES! IT'S THAT PANS-" Harry's outburst was cut off by Ron slapping his hand over Harry's mouth. Too late, Hermione already caught on; after all, it wasn't hard when one was so transparent. She knew of Ron's crush long ago, she was just curious as to when he would finally act on it.
Gasping, "PARKINSON! Wow, Ron took you long enough to realise that!"
Ron's eyes widened. "What! You already knew! How- But- Who- HARRY!" He pointed a wagging finger in Harry's face.
"Oh my goodness, Ron, I knew that a long time ago. It's been years, and you've just asked her out?" Hermione interrupted.
"Actually, they've been dating for awhile now, and this sneaky git tried to keep it under wraps. But no one lies to Harry Potter!" Harry said smugly.
Laughing, "Okay you've got to rest now guys. I've also got to get lunch. AND bring you food from Molly's" She turned to stare at Ron. He smiled back sheepishly.
"Bye, 'Mione!" They both said in chorus. Hermione burst out in fits of giggles again. Merlin, she really missed those two boys. She made a mental note to keep more time for them from now on. Smiling, she made her way to the apparition point to apparated to the burrow.
After lunch, she went back to bring Ron and Harry Molly's "regards", like she promised to, then she went back to work. After that eventful morning, things were pretty dull in the afternoon.
After work, she went to visit Ron and Harry again to check on them, and then she went to meet with Ginny for dinner. (Worst segue ever lol.)
"Hermione, it's been such a long time!" Ginny cried, rushing to hug Hermione upon seeing her.
"Ginny, you make it sound like I was away for a very long time... Are you okay? You seem a bit... Hysterical..." She hugged Ginny back.
With tears in her eyes, she sniffled and said, "No, I was just thinking about the times we had in Hogwarts and I got a little sentimental is all."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. Sentimental? That was not like Ginny at all. Ginny Weasley is anything but sentimental and emotional. "Gin, are you okay? You're not still upset over Harry, are you?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"Actually, I have something to tell you. I've been getting restless and emotional these past few weeks and I don't know why, but a few days ago, when my aunt Flow was supposed to visit, she didn't..." Ginny wiped her tears off and slowly told Hermione.
Hermione gasped. "Are you- ?"
"I don't know! But you're a healer; I should be the one asking you!" Ginny exclaimed.
Realising that, Hermione gave herself a mental knock on her head. Of course! She was the Healer! "Okay, um... You said you were restless these past few weeks? Anything else in particular? Like, um, fainting, or decreased appetite?" She tried.
"Yeah! I almost fainted once but thought it was because of my lethargy, so I didn't bother," Ginny said thoughtfully.
"Okay, to confirm it, I'm going to use a spell to check, okay? It might tingle a little, but just bear with it."
Hermione fished out her wand and swished it in several circular motions around Ginny's stomach and spoke an incantation. Her stomach glowed to a green hue.
Hermione smiled and said, "Well, it looks like Harry's wish all this time has finally come true."
"What? What does that mean? Hermione, stop teasing!"
"Well, if you really want to know, you can ask Harry what his greatest wish is. " Hermione cheekily looked away from Ginny, whistling into the air. Ginny was curious to death and started slapping Hermione's shoulders and kept shrieking "Tell me! Tell me now!" over and over again.
"Ouch! Ginny! Okay, okay! If you really must know... You're pregnant and, well judging from logic; it should be about a month and a half in." Hermione smiled. Ginny shrieked in glee and started tearing up. "Oh for Merlin's sake, Gin there's no need to cry!" Hermione grimaced.
"I'm not crying, just- just allergic," Ginny claimed, attempting to (but failing badly) discreetly wipe her tears away.
"Yeah, okay well let's eat before your allergies start acting up again." Hermione hurried the pregnant one.
After dinner, she asked Ginny when she was going to break the news to Harry- "I mean, you two aren't married yet, and I don't think you want your baby to be born out of wedlock, do you? "
"Well, no duh, but I... I don't know how. In my defence, I've never had such experience before!" Ginny said.
Hermione snorted, "What's wrong with just straight out telling him?"
"I don't want him to marry me out of responsibility!" wailed Ginny.
Hermione's features softened. "Oh Gin... You know as well as I do, or Ron, or Molly, or Arthur, or-"
"I get it, many people know something- don't beat about the bush!" Ginny cut in.
Hermione laughed, "Well, as I was saying, all of us know how much Harry loves you, come on. If Harry's marrying you, it will be for no other reason than that he loves you dearly and knows that you reciprocate his feelings as well."
"Bu-But..."
"But what, Gin?" Hermione asked amusedly. "It's not as if it's not about time already— you two have been together for ages!"
"Well, that is true..."
"Oh come on, Gin, you have nothing to worry about. Why not you go to bed for now and tomorrow you can go visit Harry at St. Mungos and break the news to him? If you want I'll be there for moral support."
That seemed to pacify Ginny. "You promise?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Oh Hermione, I don't what I'd do without you!" Ginny reached forward and brought Hermione into a tight embrace, which was getting tighter and tighter-
"Um... Um— Gin, Gin, dear, I can't breathe properly." Hermione choked out.
Ginny's eyes widened and she let go Hermione immediately. "Oops, sorry. Thank you though."
"No problem." Hermione smiled after she collected her breathing.
After putting Ginny to bed and reassuring her that it'd go smoothly, Hermione apparated back to her flat and flopped down to her bed without changing into pyjamas.
She sighed, "Yep, it was a long day." And then shut her eyes and drifted into a peaceful slumber...
A/N: I can't believe people actually want to read this story. I actually just uploaded the first chapter to see what response I get, and well yeah I was really happy to receive a review! Pathetic, I know...
Anyway, to be honest, I don't know how this story would turn out eventually, as I initially just wanted to write a one-shot, but somehow it turned into a story. I intend to keep it light-hearted, but that would be too clichéd, right? I'll have a nice debate with myself.
Okay, have a nice day! (: