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Gone Wrong	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Where are you taking her? "Draco asked, his irritation evident as he craned his neck to peer over the head of the witch that suddenly blocked his way.

"Please Master Malfoy, we will take care of her." Her tone was kindly and therefore all the more grating on Draco's frayed nerves.

Just as she raised her hands to usher him away, Draco stepped forward menacingly, his chaotic silver eyes pinning the smaller woman. She straightened and froze mid action, the spark of fear igniting within her. "I am not leaving."

Her brow furrowed as she fought the need to retreat. Still she spoke calmly and firmly. "I am sorry; you cannot be back here while the Doctors are working."

"Like hell I can't." He hissed, "Move." Draco tried to brush past her, angling himself so that he would not run bodily into her but she caught his arm, her eyes widening as her fingers closed around him. Draco stilled, "Remove your hand." His voice was dark with promise as his eyes flickered dangerously.

"But-" She gasped as he tore away from her, the protest she knew she should voice swallowed quickly.

Draco held her wavering gaze until he was satisfied that he would encounter no further objections and strode past with purpose. His palms flattened on the cool surface of the doors that barred him and he pushed them open, moving forward until he could hear the soft whispers of those that had taken Hermione from his arms.

Only then did his pace slow and his step falter. Unfamiliar emotion burgeoning within him as he closed the distance between himself and those that fluttered around what he could only assume was Hermione's hospital bed. How badly was she hurt?

The twist of guilt accosted him as he caught sight of her pale, limp hand dangling from the bedside. He could only catch glimpses, if he wanted to more he would have to go to her and suddenly he was unsure.

Never having felt any warmth towards Granger, this new concern for her was disconcerting. She was a fellow member of the Order of the Phoenix. Nothing more. The years that followed the war had brought a sense of mutual apathy towards one another. No longer were they enemies, pitted against the other. Voldemort was gone and now the Order fought to eradicate the remaining Death Eaters. Often, Draco would find himself partnered with the clever witch as their talents seemed to complement each other nicely. He was strong and she was smart. The combination of their wits and magic was a force to be reckoned with and usually kept them from trouble. This mission should have been no different.

It was simple, stunningly so. They were to have remained unseen as they gathered tactical details of the recently discovered underground fortress. They had not encountered this many Death Eaters since Voldemort was alive, so the Order sent its best. Draco and Hermione. Everything had been going according to Hermione's well thought out plan. They were almost finished; stopping only briefly at the alcove above what appeared to be a main dining hall long enough to understand the conversation below. Draco was certain that the voice belonged to one of the long elusive leaders they had been tracking since the war. He had been right.

It was unclear what happened next. His usually nimble step had faltered and his heel dug in too tightly, loosening enough soil to shower those below and alert them. A fatal mistake.

His rage flared anew at the memory of what he found once he finally reached the source of the screams he had followed. Another Death Eater had fallen at his feet, his life stolen from him in a single breath. Wearily, Draco stepped over the corpse and pressed on, only one door remaining unopened. Fear had coiled tightly in his gut at the shrill shriek that drifted out to him. He gripped his wand tightly with one hand as the other twisted the door handle. It had taken only a moment for his mind to understand what was taking place as he took in the sight before him. Hermione's petite form crushed under the behemoth that assaulted her. One of his arms was raised, poised to strike but Draco was faster. The all too familiar words had spilled from his lips and snatched the murky light from the Death Eaters depraved and wild gaze in an instant.

When he pulled the weight from her, she was unrecognizable. Usually steely and unfazed, Hermione was never one for tears. She was strong and hard, cool and calculating. That was the Hermione he knew. This? This had been something else. Something that tugged at heart strings long silent. She was bloody and broken and tears flowed freely down her stained and swollen cheeks. Still she had stood, still she had fought, maintaining her sanity long enough to save them from the doom he had carelessly thrust them into.

Draco took another step forward, willing himself to go to her and make sure she was okay. If only to ease his fears. He cleared his throat, clearing his expression as the nearest to him faced him. "How is she?" He asked gruffly, his eyes drawn to what he could see of her.

"Pretty beaten up but she will be fine." He reached his hand out, "I am Dr. Givens, are you family?"

Draco shook his head sharply, "I was there when it happened."

The Dr. frowned, "I am sorry but only family can-"

"She does not have any. I am her partner. You will talk to me." Draco narrowed his gaze, daring the man to refuse him.

"Right..." He smiled tentatively, "Most of her injuries were superficial. She did have a broken cheek bone and a pretty nasty wound on her back but the rest were bruises and scratches. Nothing she will not recover from, though she will be sore. Even magic cannot fix that. Not completely."

Draco nodded numbly, cringing at the images that flooded his mind unbidden and unwelcome. "What else?"

The Doctor hesitated, his gaze flickering back to his patient briefly. "She did sustain some bruising on her lower abdomen...it seems as though her assaulter had attempted-" He cut off his words and Draco was grateful for the respite. The bile in his throat threatening his collected demeanor.

"I see."

Doctor Givens nodded sadly, "She will be alright." He gave Draco a quick one over, "Perhaps we should examine you as well?"

"No."

"You are bleeding."

"I am fine."

"I will give you the bed beside her. You can still keep an eye out."

Draco nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the blood the Doctor had mentioned. He did not remember being injured but there was the proof, dark red blood oozing from a gash on his right bicep. He frowned at it, flexing the muscle beneath and grimacing as he did so.

Doctor Givens chuckled, "Adrenaline. You probably did not even feel it until I said something, no?"

Draco sighed and moved to the bed indicated to him, finally able to get a good view of Hermione's prone form. His jaw clenched and his fingers tightened into fists. It was his fault. Every cut and every bruise. Each drop of blood spilled was spilled because of his mistake.

"Sit." Givens instructed quietly, his stocky form remaining clear of Draco's line of sight.

He did as he was told but never released her. He would make it up to her, somehow...someway.

Hermione drifted in and out of consciousness, unaware of what went on around her for the next 24 hours before she fully regained herself. Pain sliced her as the light assaulted her eyes and she groaned, one of her hands moving to block it. Her mind raced as she tried to determine her whereabouts. Soon she was able to lower her arm and take in the room around her. Hospital room. Relief flooded her, they had made it.

She tried to sit up, straining to move stubborn and unresponsive limbs.

"Hermione, no."

She glanced up, startled at the familiar voice. Draco. She frowned, "Draco? What are you doing here?" Her eyes widened, "Are you hurt?"

Malfoy shook his head and stepped closer so that she could see him clearly. He had not left her side and knew that his appearance was not characteristic. His blonde hair was out of place and dusted his eyes. His clothing was torn, blood and dirt staining it. "I am fine."

She nodded, visibly relaxing at his reassurance. "What happened?

"What do you remember?"

"I killed a Death Eater…but then…I don't remember." She frowned at the vivid memory. She had been so spent, exhausted and in pain but somehow she found the strength. She had to. In that moment she had known that they would die, their attacker would not miss twice…

"You killed the Death Eater and we got out. I apparated to St. Mungos and they fixed you up."

"How long ago?"

"A day."

Hermione nodded and closed her eyes, "You saved me."

Draco's response caught in his throat and he stumbled, "I-it was my fault…"

She smiled wearily, "I am the one that got caught."

"I am the one that gave us away."

"It was an accident." She continued, cutting off his rebuttal. "You came back for me. Thank you. If you had not come when you did…" She swallowed hard at the memory and pushed it away, "Thank you."

Draco nodded and closed the distance between them, his thighs pushing against the edge of the mattress she lay on. "I am sorry I was not there sooner."

She opened her eyes and caught him in her gaze, "It was soon enough."
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