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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded: Chapter 20
Chaos.
Utter and full-fledged chaos.
Heart thumping, people shoving, scared-looking chaos.

There was no other way to describe how it looked once they’d portkeyed into St. Mungos Emergency Room with Hermione knocking at Death’s Door. A team of healers had been waiting around for, if, and when they returned with Hermione Granger. The War Heroine deserved to have this kind of treatment; after all, she, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley had saved their world from the greatest evil. Once again she had saved people from evil at her own expense.

Draco stood to the side of the room with bloodstained clothes, a battered face, and a worried heart. He knew he probably looked like hell, but no one was even paying him any mind. The second they had portkeyed in, a big burly man had wrenched Hermione out of his arms and almost thrown her on a waiting gurney. It looked like six healers were working on her at the same time. He couldn’t even see her with his view being blocked. Maybe that was a mercy. She hadn’t looked much like the Hermione he'd come to know and love when he'd whisked her out of the mess of bloodied Aurors and MacAteers.

Harry standing next to him was also being ignored. That was the first sign of the horrific shape Hermione was truly in. If the Savior of the Wizarding World was being totally ignored then they were in for a long night.

At one point as they were holding themselves up against the wall, Harry and Draco glanced at one another. Gods! Harry looked awful, all dirty, bloody, and bruised. Then Draco wondered if that’s how Harry was seeing him. They'd just actually come from a battle, which didn’t make for pristine appearances.

“What if she doesn’t make it?” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Draco couldn’t believe he was letting such vulnerable words be heard by Harry Potter. After all, they'd been enemies for many years; except for tonight they'd been fighting to save Hermione, together.

Several minutes went by as the two men continued watching the healers waving their wands around and shouting out one spell after another. At one instance, they'd levitated Hermione around so they could attend to her back. At that point, it looked like both he and Harry would vomit at the sight from the damage the whips had caused. Not only was Hermione’s shirt ripped to shreds, but also her back could be described with those same words. Never before had Draco seen anyone flayed alive like that and still been breathing. Yes, he’d witnessed people whipped the same way, but they’d died soon after. How in Merlin’s name was this woman even still breathing?

“She’ll make it Malfoy. She’s a strong woman…and she has something to live for finally.”

Harry actually reached over and patted him on the shoulder. Well fuck! Harry Potter getting sentimental with Draco Malfoy! Maybe it was truly the end of the world. Embarrassment overcame both men at that moment, and they looked away in silence.

A while later, someone shoved cups of black coffee into their hands. Mechanically they sipped at the liquid, even though Draco hated his coffee black. He liked his with double sugar, 18% cream, and a hint of cinnamon. Frankly, he couldn’t taste a thing while Hermione was still passed out cold with six healers still frantically working on her poor, abused body.

Why someone hadn’t come to take them out of the room, Draco would never know. Both men probably would have fought anyone who had tried though; maybe those around them knew this too. It was several minutes after the coffee that two chairs were brought in for them to sit down for the show called, “Saving Hermione.” Gods, how he wished this weren’t real life. This should never have happened.

Draco could feel his eyes start to blur and his head start to pound. The coffee cup slipped from his hand splattering its contents onto the floor. He tumbled over onto his face passing out on the way down. He’d never remember Harry Potter screaming for help and lifting him up in his arms, and that was probably a very, good thing.
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Hours later Draco awoke in a silent hospital room. Looking around he could see no sign of Hermione or Harry. Where was everyone? He started panicking as he first thought of Hermione and how she was doing. Then a feeling of utter dread came over him. What if she hadn’t made it? Is that why he'd been left alone?

Draco jumped out of the bed, very happy to see that he was still fully dressed. He did notice that his clothes had been scourgified thankfully. He wasn’t sure he could have handled looking at his clothes stained with Hermione’s blood.

Draco swayed slightly as he started walking out of the room. As he wandered down the hallway, Harry came out of the room at the end.
“Oh, there you are,” Harry said. “We were wondering when you’d wake up.”

“Where is she? Is she still alive?” Draco asked grabbing onto Harry’s arms and looking him straight in the eyes.

“Calm down Malfoy and I’ll give you all the details,” Harry said in a quiet voice. “She’s in this room.” He pointed behind to the door he’d just came out of.

“So…” Draco’s eyes drifted over to the door.

“Come on. I think she’ll be happy to see you first when she finally wakes up.” Harry grinned at him, while Draco tried to ignore the implications. Besides Chason, he didn’t think anyone else really knew of his interest in Hermione.

Draco stopped suddenly at that thought, “Potter, Hermione’s friend, Chason is he OK?”

“Beat up a little, but he’s awake and moving around. Before you ask, Ron is fine too.” Harry really started to laugh now.

“Thanks, Potter. You just relieved all of my fears, because I’ve been worried all night about that big, ugly git.” Draco glared back at Harry.

Harry smacked him on the arm, “Come on and I’ll take you in to Hermione.”

Draco wanted to smack the smile off of Potter’s face, but he was too anxious to see Hermione so he didn't care about the razzing he was getting from him.

Draco took in a deep breath blowing it out slowly as he pushed open the door. Hermione was laid out on the bed, her hair all awry, looking better than before, but still bandaged up and very pale. Standing in the doorway feeling very lost, Draco stood frozen and not moving. His feet felt like they were in mud.

Harry turned back around to him, “I thought you wanted to see her?”

Draco suddenly felt unsure about why he was there. Would she really want him there? Maybe she’d change her mind once she realized her job was done and didn’t need to be around Draco any longer. She had a huge circle of friends already in her life.

Draco felt a pair of hands pushing him forward as he stumbled towards Hermione’s bed. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he stood near her wondering if she would be happy to wake up and see his face.

Taking his time doing an old-man shuffle, his feet finally cooperated as he stood by her side reaching out for her hand. His thumb began to brush back and forth as he willed her to open her eyes. She looked so young and vulnerable lying in the bed. Her face was the same color as the sheets, a cool white. All he wanted right now was to see her beautiful amber eyes looking up at him.

“Hermione,” his voice cracked as he said her name. “I have Scorpius back and the other children.”

He looked down at her and she didn’t move at all. “Everything would be so much better if you would just wake up.”

Draco looked up from Hermione. He noticed that Harry had left the room to give him some privacy. Damn him. If he didn’t quit being so nice he might start liking him a bit.

A groan from Hermione broke him from his thoughts. She started moving back and forth making more sounds. Was she in pain?

“Hermione, do you need me to get a healer?” Draco started to move but was stopped as her hand latched onto his arm.

“No…don't go,” her voice squeaked out barely in a whisper. “You’re here.”

Draco smiled down at her, “Where else would I be you, silly woman?” Then he did the thing that seemed the most logical to his heart as he bent forward and kissed her. “I’m here to stay.”

Deep down he knew he meant more than just staying there in her room. After everything that had been happening the past several months, he knew what was most important to him.

“Scorpius. Where is he?” Hermione could hardly get the words out. Her eyes searched Draco’s face.

“He’s fine. All of the children are upstairs in the children’s wards resting overnight.” Her smile at his words made him feel warm all over.

“I’m so glad. I’m thirsty.” Draco reached over to the nearby water cup and helped her drink from the straw. His arms held her gently around the shoulders without touching the worst wounds on her back. Seeing her grimace in pain was like a knife to his own heart. This was all so new to him. He’d never felt these kinds of feelings before for a woman. Yes, as a father he felt overwhelming love for his child, but for the first time in his life he knew he was falling in love and it scared him to death.

Harry walked into the room followed by two of Hermione’s healers. They apprehensively approached her bed eyeing Draco nervously.

“Ms. Granger it’s good to see you awake.”

Draco stepped back to allow them to gather around Hermione’s bed. Her eyes drifted over to him almost willing him to stay and not leave. Draco smiled at her and nodded his head. She nodded back to him. It was funny how they could communicate without talking. Hmm, is this what happened with real couples? Maybe he could ask Potter or something. Draco looked down at his feet, his arms behind his back. Just call him a major loser if he started asking for relationship advice from Harry.

“Did she say anything about what happened?” Harry asked him.

“No, she asked about the children, and then she wanted some water.” He was damned if he was going to tell him anything else that had transpired in the few minutes when they'd been alone. He didn’t need to know about their kiss.

Another healer came rushing into the room, “Mr. Malfoy, your son is crying and asking for you. He finally woke up and no one can calm him down.”

Draco looked longingly over to Hermione, the distress of choosing who to be with at the moment written on his face.

“Draco,” Hermione motioned him over, “Go be with Scorpius. I’ll be fine. He needs his dad right now.”

Draco reached out and held her hand. They stared at each other while Harry and the healers stood silently nearby. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go calm him and then visit me later. I have a feeling I’m not going to be going anywhere for a while.” Hermione tried to smile but then grimaced in pain again.

“It’s time for more pain potion Ms. Granger.” The head healer stated.

Draco smoothed his hand down the side of her face and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Hermione mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

Draco turned to leave catching Harry’s eyes, who only gave him that devilish grin and a nod. Draco raised his eyebrow in return and nodded back. He hurried to catch the lift up to his son.
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As Draco entered the children’s ward he heard the screaming coming from the corner. There was Scorp jumping up and down in a crib, tears running down his face, snotty nose, and red eyes. The second he saw his dad his little arms stretched out for him, “Daddy, come.” The words came out in a big sob.

Draco’s heart just about leaped out of his chest as he saw that little face so distressed. “Oh, my little man,” and he lifted him out and into the safety and security of his arms. He could feel the shuddering from Scorpius who had cried himself into a frenzy.

Scorpius clung to him as a leech does to human skin. His son would not be letting go for quite a while. “You are Ok Scorp, Daddy’s here.” The sobbing turned into soft little hiccups, but the tears continued to fall.

“I miss you, Daddy,” Scorpius started patting Draco’s back as he laid his head on his dad’s shoulder.

“I missed you every single day too buddy.”

Draco rubbed his back in a calming motion. He was troubled that Scorpius hadn’t asked about his mum. He knew from what the Aurors had said, that in all likelihood Scorpius had seen his mum murdered. However, with all of the trauma he’d been through maybe he'd blocked it. This wasn’t all over with by a long shot. Thinking that his two-year-old son would probably need counseling broke his heart. It had always been his goal to raise his son in a normal environment. He'd wanted to give his son a better childhood than he’d had. Well, thanks to the MacAteers, that goal had been pretty well been fucked up.

Draco continued to walk the floor speaking nonsense comfort words to his son. He saw the Goyles come through the door to be with their daughter and nodded to his old friends.

He felt the little body in his arms go limp and could feel the soft breathing. Thankfully, Scorpius had fallen asleep. He went over to a nearby rocking chair and sat down, shifting the little body in his arms. One of the healers came in to check on the children and brought a blanket over to Draco wrapping it around them. His eyes started to get heavy as the sleepy vibes from Scorpius drifted over him. The last thing he thought of before falling asleep, was Hermione’s smile before leaving her room. Everyone he cared about was finally safe, for the moment.
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Yay! Everyone is fine and safe. Pieces fell into place in this chapter of where things are heading into the future. Please let me know how you liked this one. I have many ideas of things to happen in the future for this story, but what ideas do you have? I’m always open to suggestions and will definitely give credit if your ideas are used. Thanks again!
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