Shiver | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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I can see a thousand images of a thousand different places before I fall onto hardwood floor. I stare up at the stunned face of a woman and man that I do not recognize. I meant to scream the burrow but my throat was raw and I am certain this is not where I wanted to be.
The woman’s age is that strange age where you aren’t sure if she’s 30 or 40 or even 50 but the man looks old enough to be my father.
‘Oh my god,’ she whispers, ‘Harold, fetch some blankets.’ She runs to my side and drops to her knees. I immediately pull back, my hands up defensively until I remember I am naked and then I try to conceal my nudity to no avail. Finally I give up and hang my head in shame , turned away from her.
‘I’m a nurse. I promise not to hurt you. Can you tell me your name?’ and then in a lower voice she whispers, ‘fetch the first aid kit, and could you leave us alone?’
There was an inaudible response and she waited while Harold did as she requested before exiting the room.
Several awful minutes pass and the woman is still speaking to me, ‘My name is Katie Finch, I can’t do my magic but my boy can. Could.’ She corrected herself, ‘Can you tell me your name? Where you came from?’
Hermione shook her head and pointed to her throat. To her credit, the nurse named Katie Finch did not so much as flinch. Her eyes took in the bruises and cuts at her throat before throwing a blanket around her shoulders. Hermione could have kissed her she was so grateful but it hurt to move, to even cry.
‘Do you want me to contact a hospital?’
She immediately shook her head. She didn’t want Malfoy to find her, and if he was smart, he might be checking hospitals. She wanted to curl into a ball and die. She didn’t want anyone to know what had happened because even though it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t escape the overwhelming feeling of shame and fear.
‘Would you allow me to check for any broken bones?’
I felt like I could trust this Katie, and it made no sense to avoid medical attention when it was so near. I slowly nodded my head.
Katie held her hands up ‘I’m going to need you to lay down. I saw some bruises on your torso and I wanted to check for broken ribs.’
I don’t want—not because I’m afraid but because it hurts—but I slowly lower my blanket and do as she asks. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait—wanting to hide or disappear into the floor. But the floor doesn’t swallowed and Katie Finch’s small hands lightly press into my sides.
She touches one spot and I nearly come up off the floor. ‘I think you might have a fractured rib here, but I could be wrong. It could just be a really bad bruise.’ She reaches for the first aid kit and then explains, ‘May I disinfect these cuts so you don’t get in an infection?’
Again, I nod my head and endure the agonizing process of rubbing alcohol and sterile bandages, medical tape and whispered apologizes. Finally it is done and then she covers me with another blanket. ‘Would you like some water?’
I nod, and she gets up and soon returns with a sealed bottle of water and a straw. ‘I wish I had ice chips. But this will have to do.’ And she opens it up before holding it for me. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. My parched, raw throat burns in pain as I drink too quickly and choke up some of the water.
Katie doesn’t laugh at me or judge. She uses a corner of the blanket to dab at my face and waits until I finish the bottle.
‘I don’t know who did this you, but in my professional opinion I think you should go to a doctor.’ She hesitates, ‘They could offer you solutions and support that I can’t.’
Again I shake my head, ‘I don’t want to.’
She glances at the ceiling and then back at me, ‘Is there anyone I can notify? Any family?’
I shake my head. It’s a lie but the thought of my parents, or Ginny, or anyone seeing me like this makes me sick. This is my last chance. If they see me, I won’t ever be able to leave home again. I know it. I’ll spend the rest of my life hiding in my room, and I don’t want it. I know I should, that I am probably making Katie break a thousand different rules, but I don’t want that. Worse, it would mean Malfoy wins.
She sighs, ‘Well you don’t have any life threatening injuries. Whoever did this to you must have done it before because they knew exactly how much they could hurt you without doing too much harm. I could have Harold move you, but I don’t know how you feel about that.’
I turn away, not answering. No, I don’t want any man to touch me, and she seems to get it. I almost want to apologize, to tell her that Draco Malfoy did it, and of course he knew just how much to hurt me because he has tortured probably hundreds of wizards and witches. But I don’t say it.
And she doesn’t ask anymore questions.
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