A/N: I'm sorry I've taken so long to update this. Amazingly long bout with writer's block. Reviews, criticisms, and ideas are welcome!
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own any of the characters…if I were JK, I would be sitting on a beach sipping margaritas somewhere writing HP – The Next Generation.
Draco stared at the abandoned red-brick department store, his aunt's words swirling in his head, "Hermione Granger is at St. Mungo's and she hasn't uttered a word since her meeting with Bellatrix."
After hearing this statement, Draco had handed Teddy back to Andromeda and slowly walked out of the room in a daze. This had to be some kind of joke…it had to be…maybe this was just a cover story dreamed up by Potter…to allow Granger privacy from all of the hoopla. Draco started to relax for a moment but then a niggling voice began to speak in his ear. But you didn't see her at Hogwarts during the battle…and how often have you ever seen Weasel and Potty without Granger? Draco scowled at the voice.
He had felt his mother's curious gaze on his back as he left the room and walked out the front door of the Manor and disappeared from the sisters' sights. He shook his head as if to banish the thoughts and took a step forward before twisting and vanishing out of sight.
St. Mungo's…St. Mungo's…it just wasn't possible. There was no bloody way Hermione bloody Granger was laying on a bloody bed at St. Mungo's. Impossible. How many times had he heard the description "the brightest witch her age" attached to Granger's name from Professor Vector during Arithmancy lessons? Who else in their year got ten OWLs…and would have most likely received 10 NEWTs as well…if she hadn't been too busy helping Harry bloody Potter save the wizarding world.
"Name and reason for visiting St. Mungo's?" Draco jumped at the sound and looked up at the dummy; surely not he thought to himself. "Draco Malfoy here to visit Hermione Granger." "Fourth Floor and please enjoy your visit," the pleasant voice replied. Draco walked through the window and found himself surrounded by hurried Healers, as well as witches and wizards in assorted robes and muggle attire.
Draco approached the reception area and walked towards the pretty bespectacled witch sitting behind the desk, "Honestly…I'm sure that, er, broomstick is rather uncomfortable in that particular orifice, but it doesn't affect your eyesight does it? Ground floor…and next time…fly more carefully! Honestly…these fools and their racing brooms, thinking they're invincible…I never…and how may I help you dearie?" Draco stared at the witch and stammered slightly, "Um, yeah…I would like to visit Hermione Granger…please." The witch's demeanor abruptly changed. "Name?" "Um, Draco Malfoy." He flinched at the look of distaste that momentarily crossed the woman's pretty features as she looked at him over her glasses. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but you are not on the approved list of visitors for Miss. Granger." Draco stared at the woman, "There's an approved list of visitors? Who's in charge of the list…there's…there's something I need to say to her." "Well, Mr. Malfoy, you can leave the message with me and I will do my best to try to remember to pass the message on to Mr. Potter." "Potter…what the bloody hell does Potter have to do with who visits Granger? He's not her dad…" "I realize that Mr. Malfoy…I regret to say this, but it is not really any of your concern about who makes the decisions regarding Miss. Granger, now is it?" The woman looked up at him with a saccharine smile and her brows slightly raised. "No, you're right…it is not any of my concern…thank you for all of your help," snapped Draco. He turned from the receptionist and started towards the exit while shaking his head and muttering under his breath…as he stormed through the exit he collided with another wizard. "Excuse me…sorry…I didn't see you the…Malfoy? What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" Draco looked up from the floor and into Harry Potter's shocked eyes.
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