Draco.
Everything was a blur, it happened so rapidly Draco couldn't even register it fully. One moment Granger had been dashing towards him and the next she was sprawled in an awkward position in the centre of the road.
Draco ran over to her immediately, crouching down and looking fearfully at her twisted body which was unnervingly still. Many muggles surrounded him glaring down with shocked expressions painted on their faces.
The man who had hit her, fled from his car and began stuttering uncontrollably,
"O-oh my g-god, I d-didn't see her… O-oh no…"
Draco's eyes did not move from Granger as thought wildly of what to do.
Suddenly his prayers were answered,
"I've called an ambulance" said a small, plump woman who was stood behind him giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "There'll be here soon."
Draco did not know what an ambulance was but he assumed they would help.
He grabbed Granger's wrist, pleading for there to be a pulse. She can't be dead he thought, she can't be.
Luckily, there was pulse, indeed it was faint but she was alive. But her face was so pale and her body looked horribly broken. He wanted nothing more than to lift her up and apparated her to St. Mungos, however there was far too many muggles around and his parents would be alerted that he was there and would find him. He had to stay.
After minutes of painful waiting, a bright yellow and orange van with blue flashing lights arrived, which Draco guessed was an ambulance. Two men jumped out with a long, white stretcher bed and raced over to her.
"Clear a space please!" one yelled, beckoning people to make a pathway. The other bent down and examined Granger.
"I suspect various broken bones and mostly likely internal bleeding, we need to hurry" he said urgently, before both men gently and ever so carefully lifted Granger's frail body onto the stretcher and carried her into the ambulance.
"I'm coming with her" Draco affirmed to one of the muggle men.
"And you are?" He asked, frowning slightly.
"Her err… friend" he replied, admitting this out loud made Draco realise that he didn't know whether he and Granger were friends or not, he didn't know if she would want him there after everything she had said. But he didn't care; he had to make sure she was alright. He cared for her.
The man nodded and Draco hopped into the rear of the ambulance, sitting down next to Granger to find her with a strange mask of her mouth nose. He expected it was to help her breathe; he didn't bother asking too many questions. He just hoped there would hurry up, he wanted her to be okay.
The drive to the hospital was simply agonising for Draco. He hated muggle transport, it was so slow and time wasting, not to mention boring. He was becoming extremely agitated, but also worried for Granger. She still had shown no signs of movement. It was like she was dead. He removed his thought from his mind. She would make it, he knew it.
Once they finally reached their destination, the two men softly pulled Granger out of the back with the bed and rushed her inside, Draco tailing closely behind them.
As soon as they entered the building, the awful stench of chemicals hit him, making him feel queasy and giving him a headache. The men rushed into a hospital room and as Draco tried to follow them, he was rudely stopped by a tall, slim woman with a face that looked as though it had been run over by a bus multiple times. He had to stop his eyes widening in fear.
"You can't go in, sorry" she warned, putting her hand up to stop him.
"But I have to make sure she's alright…" he explained, shooting her a deathly glare. How dare she try and stop him, stupid muggle cow.
"I will inform you of her condition, but for now you must wait outside."
Draco went to argue, but snapped his mouth shut as he felt it was not a good idea to make a scene. He was on the down low after all. The woman paced off in a different direction, leaving him alone in the long corridor. He had a feeling this was going to be an awfully long wait…
Hermione.
(Three hours later)
Hermione opened one eye to a slit, so that she could see where she was. She instantly recognised it was a muggle hospital, she had been to one several times when she was younger and she hated them. Whenever she was there, they always poked and prodded her with needles which she found to be utterly pointless.
She began to open her eyes fully, peering round curiously. She couldn't even remember how or why she was there. She racked her brains fiercely trying to think, until it finally hit her.
The car. She had been hit.
How could she have been so completely stupid? She should have known better! But learning how to cross the road was the least of her worries. She had so many questions, what were her injuries? Was she going to be okay? Was Malfoy here? She didn't expect for him to be, not after the way she had treated him, the things she'd said.
Hermione tried to haul herself up into a sitting position but her whole body ached and a sharp pain shot down her leg. As she glanced down she found that her right leg was entirely encased with a thick white cast. Oh dear… Had she really broken her leg? She was such a wreck. She scanned her body quickly. There were so many cuts and bruises and lumps and bumps, which hurt when she ran her fingers over them.
Soon a younger woman with caramel coloured hair, dressed in a pale green uniform strolled into the room with a smile on her face.
"Hello Miss Granger, how are you feeling?" she queried,
"Okay…" she mumbled however her voice came out in a rough croak.
"Well as you can tell you broke your right leg, you also had two broken ribs, a fractured pelvis and a minor head injury as well as many cuts and bruises, but we've managed to patch you up nicely and you're going to be fine" She grinned.
Hermione was stunned by all of her injuries. She really had been damaged, that'll teach her. She nodded in response although her neck hurt considerably.
"Also, a Mr Malfoy is outside waiting to see you, shall I let him in?" The woman asked.
So Malfoy was here? Hermione's heart skipped a beat strangely.
"Yes please" She replied, hauling herself up so that she leant against the pillow, wincing with pain.
As Malfoy waltzed in, he had a solemn look etched on his face, one that sorely reminded her of him back in Hogwarts. He sat down on the edge of her bed slowly and smiled weakly at her. It was the first time she had ever seen him smile properly, even if it was small. A glow spread over her body as she smiled back.
"How are you?" He asked casually.
Once again she nodded, "Alright…"
She watched as he glanced up and gazed aimlessly out of the room window. It was almost dark outside; the sky was a dark purple colour. There was a pot of awfully wilted flowers on the window sill too that captured her eye. They were pathetic. Pathetic.
Hermione suddenly remembered the conversation, or argument they had had before she was hit. She hated admitting she was wrong especially to someone like Malfoy, it hurt her pride. But it had to be done.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, hoping Malfoy would hear. Evidently he did as he turned to face her, but did not reply.
"I shouldn't have shouted at you, y-you was right… I am pathetic…" she groaned, coughing timidly as her throat become dry.
"You're not" Malfoy uttered, hesitantly grabbing her hand and covering it with his own large muscular one. The warmth from his hand flowed over her entire body and made her heart pump faster than usual. What was he doing? He was comforting her… but why? He was… Well he was Malfoy.
She looked into his grey eyes and lifted the corners of her mouth, forgetting the pain from her bruised jaw.
"You're a Gryffindor… you're strong" he breathed before adding, "Not as strong as Slytherins of course"
Hermione let out a soft laugh. Yes, she was a Gryffindor, which meant she shouldn't be here with Malfoy, a Slytherin. But she didn't care because at this moment in her life, he was important to her. He supported her, cared for her. And though this was a scary thought, Hermione couldn't be happier.
A/N: Aww! I thought this was a cute chapter as you finally get a taste of D/Hr. I hope you liked it and thanks for the reviews!