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Title: Cut my Life into Pieces
Author: kalina-blue
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 495
A/N: Here's the next drabble, featuring a very worried Harry (besides Draco and Hermione, of course). Oh, and I stole the title from the Papa Roach song 'Last Resort'. :) Hope you like it. Comments are always appriciated.
Written for dramione ldws round 1, challenge 7. Prompt: Working From Home.
Cut my Life into Pieces
Very few things frightened Harry Potter. He had lived through too many attacks on his life, he had died and he had defeated Lord Voldemort. He wasn't scared easily. Still, when he saw Hermione lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling while silent tears streamed down her cheeks, he was truly terrified.
The death of Hermione's parents had come as a shock to all of them. Having moved back from Australia after their daughter had removed the memory charm, the Grangers had rebuild their dentist practice. It had been on their way home from work that their car had been involved in an accident. Hermione's parents had been dead before the ambulance arrived.
The news had hit Hermione hard, though she seemed to be coping relatively well at first.
Then Hermione began to ignore invitations to the Burrow and stopped returning owls. Finally, when Harry heard from Hermione's supervisor at the Ministry that she had been working from home for a week, he had Apparated to her flat. He found her in pieces.
Harry tried everything to cheer her up—without success. Hermione remained unresponsive to all his attempts at comforting her, and Harry had never felt more helpless. For three days Hermione lay motionless in her bed, refusing to eat, refusing to even move. Seeing her despair was more than Harry could take and he vowed to himself that he would do anything in his power to stop her tears.
And he did.
Locating Malfoy had been easy, as was getting inside the headquarters of Malfoy Inc. since Harry wasn't above using his fame in order to get what he wanted for once. Convincing Malfoy to come with him, however, had been more difficult, but Harry could not be deterred and resorted to blunt force when the former Slytherin wasn't cooperating fast enough.
Once Malfoy had seen Hermione though, there was no need to force him anymore. Harry silently watched from the door as his nemesis slowly approached his best friend's bed.
"Merlin, Granger you look awful."
It took Harry a lot not to hex Malfoy on the spot when he heard him insult the crying girl. It was easy then for Harry to remember while he had been so vehemently opposed to any relationship forming between the pair. To everyone's shock, Hermione and Draco had actually begun dating shortly after the war. However, the connection between them hadn't been strong enough to withstand the combined disapproval of their friends and families.
Now Harry hoped that he had been wrong to interfere. Malfoy was his last resort.
Reluctantly he listened to him enumerating the reasons why Hermione wasn't looking her best, her hair was a mess, her skin too pale, she had lost too much weight… But Harry also saw how Malfoy kneeled beside Hermione's bed, gently wiping the tearstains from her cheeks.
And, most importantly, Harry saw how Hermione slowly leaned her head into Malfoy's touch and how her tears finally subsided.