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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Draco blinked open his eyes where he laid in the emergency room hospital bed and then squinted against the harsh glare of fluorescent lighting.
“What the fuck?” he said, the words coming out in a gravely whisper. He immediately winced and grabbed at his throat. The movement caused the IV line in his right hand to pull against the adhesive tape holding it in place and he bolted upright in the bed with a panicked gasp at the feel of it.
“What the fuck!?” he repeated, his eyes wide and fearful as he held up his hand to examine the tubing running the length of his arm. His breathing began to accelerate as he tentatively touched his left index finger to the point where the IV disappeared into his skin.
“Merlin, no…” came his hysterical plea as he then tore aside the sheet covering his lower half. “No, no, no…”
“Draco?”
Hermione’s worried voice carried through the curtain that enclosed the area surrounding his bed just before she pushed it aside to see Draco frantically pulling at his clothes to reveal his abdomen.
“What did they do to me!?” Draco shouted as he examined and patted at his skin. “Did they do a surgery!?”
“No, Draco, no -” Hermione started to try and calm him, hurrying to his side.
But he cut her off. “What did they do? They put something in me!” he said, thrusting out his hand to show her the IV.
“Draco, calm down. It’s just an intrave-”
“Get it out. I want it out!”
Hermione grabbed at his flailing hands. “Calm down!” she growled rather harshly at him.
Draco scowled at her. “Calm down? Easy for you to say, you haven’t got strange Muggle shit sticking out of you, now have you! This is absurd! Muggle medicine is barbar-”
Hermione put her hand over his mouth. “Shh!” she hissed at him. “Stop shouting ‘Muggle’. I’ve already broken about a dozen laws this morning.”
Draco’s forehead scrunched with a mixture of concern and annoyance, but he closed his mouth behind her fingers and sagged a little.
“Now, you’re perfectly alright,” she said, lowering her hand slowly. “Just relax.”
“Well, pardon me for being upset,” he whispered back sarcastically. “When’s the last time you woke up to discover a medieval torture device attached to you?”
“It’s just an intravenous line. Stop being dramatic. It’s rehydrating you,” she explained impatiently. Draco’s eyes went wide again.
“Wait…venous? As in veins? This is stuck in my veins!?”
Before Hermione could answer, Draco’s face took on a terrified look again. “Please tell me this thing does comes out…”
Hermione pulled up the visitor chair that was beside her and sat with an exhausted puff. “Of course it comes out,” she said, sounding utterly defeated. “And they’re going to take it out any minute. I was just out there speaking to your nurse about your discharge.”
She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. Draco stared at her. She was still in her dress, but had donned a light jacket over it and a pair of jeans beneath it, and instead of heels, a pair of simple trainers adorned her feet. Her hair was a bushy mess and there were smudges of black mascara around her eyes as if she’d been crying and rubbing at her make-up.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“I’m tired,” she replied without moving. “I’m not used to staying up all night.”
Draco looked back at the IV and then at his sterile surroundings again. “What time is it?”
“Nine AM.”
“Shit…” he breathed out, running his left hand through his disheveled hair. “What…what even happened last night? How’d we get here?”
Hermione cracked open an eye to look at him. “Do you remember anything?”
He rubbed at his forehead and made a face. “I remember…I remember the club. And getting back to your parents’…and then… getting sick…Then you said something about not Apparating to someplace… It’s all a bit blurry really.”
“I’m sure,” she sighed.
Draco moved his hand back to his neck. “Fuck, my throat kills. Is there any water or something?”
Hermione blinked dramatically to try and rouse herself and then reached into her jacket to retrieve her wand. She conjured a small cup of water and handed it to Draco.
“Your throat hurts because they had trouble intubating you in the ambulance,” she said.
Draco took a small sip from the cup and winced slightly. “Intubating?”
She settled back in the chair again with her wand still in her hand. “You wouldn’t stop vomiting,” she explained tiredly. “They had to put a tube down your trachea so you could breathe.”
A horrified expression took over Draco’s face again. “They did what?”
Hermione simply looked straight ahead as if she’d fallen asleep with her eyes open.
“Uh…Hermi-?” Draco started, but stopped when the curtain to his makeshift room pulled aside to reveal a kind looking woman in plain scrubs. She smiled when she saw him sitting up.
“Feeling better, I see,” she said, moving to his bedside as Hermione startled fully awake and sat straight in her chair.
“Wha- yes…yes, he seems much, much better,” Hermione stammered. The nurse cast her a sympathetic glance and then focused a questioning look back on Draco. He stared at her dumbly for a moment and then startled when a loud, pained moaning sound carried through the curtain from the patient in the next bed. Draco looked green at the noise and then gingerly cleared his throat.
“I want to leave,” he said.
The nurse chuckled, seemingly taking no notice of his apprehension, and patted his shoulder after taking his cup of water and setting it aside. “We’ll get you home. We’d like to take a final set of vitals and then we can get this out and get you on your way,” she said, motioning to the IV.
Draco shook his head. “You’re not taking anything vital out of me!”
The nurse looked completely baffled by his outburst and looked to Hermione who had her wand pointed at the woman’s face. The nurse’s eyes nearly crossed as she focused on the wand point.
“What is going on here!?” the woman demanded to know.
“Just act normal and remove the IV,” Hermione instructed firmly.
The nurse scowled.
“I’m sorry, but we really need to…” the nurse began to disagree before her eyes went slightly glossy and she shook her head rapidly. “That’s fine, Mrs. Malfoy. I’ll take it out now.”
Draco cocked a brow at the woman and then glanced to Hermione to see her lowering the wand.
“What?” Hermione mouthed at him at his shocked looked. He didn’t say anything but returned his attention to the nurse who had picked up his right arm and began carefully pulling off the tape from his hand.
“Is this going to hurt?” Draco asked as he watched her toss the tape into a bin and then open a drawer on a cart that was beside the wall near the head of the bed to retrieve a bit of gauze and more tape.
The nurse shook her head. “No, no…it’ll be quick.”
She opened the gauze and pressed it to the place where the IV fed into Draco’s skin and then removed the tubing with a smooth tug. The moment Draco saw the bloody end that had been inside of his hand he gagged.
“All done, all done,” the nurse reassured, rubbing his arm soothingly after quickly disposing of the tubing. “You’re fine.”
She put a fresh piece of tape over the gauze to keep it in place on the back of his hand and then smiled kindly at him again. “See? Good as new.”
Draco took several deep breaths through his nose and gave her a jerked nod. “Can…can I go now,” he ground out, pulling his taped hand protectively to his chest.
“Almost. We still have some paperwork that needs to…” -her eyes went glossy again- “…yes, Mr. Malfoy. You can go. Please contact us if you have any further concerns.” She rather dazedly turned about then and pushed back out through the curtain.
“Get me the hell out of here,” Draco said, turning to Hermione the moment the nurse was gone. Hermione nodded in agreement and quickly stowed her wand before rising to help Draco get out of the bed.
“Do you feel strong enough to walk out?” she asked him.
The man in the next bed over groaned again and Draco nodded irritably. “Yes, just get me out of here,” he grunted, setting his feet to the floor while holding onto Hermione’s offered arm.
She led him out into the main hall of the emergency room. Draco darted his eyes around nervously at everything as they made their way past more curtained rooms. The various beeping and dinging noises of monitors and the sound of a child sobbing behind one of the curtains had Draco clinging tightly to Hermione’s side.
“How are we getting home?” he asked eagerly.
Hermione didn’t need to answer as they exited through a set of double doors into a waiting room where Gene and Ellen were seated. The two pushed up from their chairs at once and hurried over when they saw Hermione and Draco appear.
“Oh, we were starting to wonder…” Ellen breathed in relief, reaching out her arms toward them. She lowered them quickly when she saw the way Draco was nervously pressing himself into Hermione’s side. “Everything alright?” she asked carefully.
Before either could respond, the entrance doors opened and a frantic couple rushed in.
“We need help!” the woman cried out while assisting the man that was with her by holding a blood-soaked towel to the side of his face as they came in.
Draco began to shake and looked green at the sight and, noticing his growing distress, Ellen extended her arms out to him again.
“Come along, Draco, dear,” she said kindly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to gently pry him from Hermione’s side and lead him away to distract him. “Let’s get you home. Gene, go bring the car round.”
Hermione let her mother steer Draco toward the exit behind Gene. “Mum…?” she said.
Ellen looked back at her over her shoulder. “Yes, love?”
“I, um…I forgot something back by the nurses. I’ll be right back,” she said with a doleful yet meaning-filled look.
Her mother met her eyes and pursed her lips in understanding. “Be careful,” was all she said before hugging Draco a bit more protectively and ushering him outside.
Hermione watched them go for a moment and then turned about to head back to the nursing area. Once there, she went straight to the main desk and discreetly pulled her wand. “Accio Draco’s file,” she whispered.
A manila folder came zooming up from behind the desk and she snatched it up swiftly to tuck it into her jacket.
“Hey!” a voice called out at her. “Hey, you can’t do that!”
Hermione swallowed hard but remained in place as the nurse that had just helped them came up to face her on the other side of the desk with an expression of extreme disapproval.
“You can’t just take records,” she began sternly, pointing at Hermione’s jacket accusingly, “you will need to-”
Hermione pointed her wand with a reluctant grimace. “Obliviate.”
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“To bed with you at once,” Ellen said, guiding Draco through the front door when they arrived home. Draco offered no argument as she steered him to the stairs. Hermione went to follow them but Gene set his hand to her shoulder after shutting the front door.
“A moment,” he said.
Hermione cast one last look at Draco and her mother ascending the stairs before closing her eyes in preparation for what her father had to say. When both Ellen and Draco had disappeared into the guest room upstairs, Gene squeezed Hermione’s shoulder and she turned to face him.
“Are you alright?” he asked. She opened her eyes, though didn’t meet his, and nodded.
“Yes,” she answered weakly.
“You were responsible for him,” he said, the words firm and disapproving.
Hermione kept her eyes downcast. “I know.”
“I trust you realize just how dangerous your conduct was last night.”
“Yes…”
Gene pursed his lips as he looked down at his daughter and then sighed and wrapped her in a hug. Hermione buried her face in his chest.
“Thank you for helping him,” she muffled into his shirt.
“Grangers always take care of their family,” he said. Hermione hugged him harder and he smiled. “Go now,” he said, pulling back from her to motion towards the stairs, “get some rest.”
Hermione nodded and dutifully began to head to the bedroom, but slowed to a stop and looked back at her father. “Daddy, I…I really am grateful for all you and Mum have done, but I think it’s time for us to go back home,” she said quietly.
Gene looked slightly taken aback by that. “I hope you don’t feel like you have to go because of what happened,” he said. Hermione smiled at him and shook her head.
“No…no, it’s just…we’ve been away too long as it is and… What was it you used to say when I was younger? About trouble?”
Gene gave her a small smile. “Trouble is always eager to occupy the time of those with nothing to do?”
Hermione nodded. “That’s it. It’s time we faced the trouble already waiting for us instead of getting into more.”
“If you think that’s best,” Gene nodded back.
“I think it is,” she said.
“Well,” he said, walking back up to her to give her another hug, “you will always have a home here, no matter what. If either of you ever need anything…”
Hermione embraced him back. “Thank you, daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, pumpkin. I love you too.”
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Hermione peeked through the space of the ajar guestroom door to see her mother seated beside Draco on the bed.
“A little bruising is normal,” Ellen was explaining as she waded up the tape and gauze she’d peeled from Draco’s hand. “You won’t notice it at all in a few days’ time.”
Draco rubbed gingerly at the back of his hand. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I, uh…I’m sorry that I…I’m sorry about…about last night…”
He trailed off, looking uncomfortable and Ellen rubbed a hand to his shoulder. “Last night’s events provided for quite the learning experience for you, hmm?”
He nodded. “One I don’t care to repeat,” he replied surely. She smiled at that.
“So long as you learned your lesson then you have nothing to be sorry about. Now, to bed with you. You need to rest,” she said as a command as she stood.
Hermione entered the room then and both her mother and Draco looked up at her. Ellen pursed her lips lightly at the sight of Hermione’s somber expression and moved to stand beside her. “You get some rest as well,” she said to her, giving her arm a light squeeze.
Hermione nodded and Ellen released her to disappear out the door. Hermione closed it behind her and then slowly turned about to see Draco inspecting his hand.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him. He shook his head without looking up.
“Not really.”
Silence fell then as Hermione slipped off her jacket and removed Draco’s medical file from within it. She pulled her wand from her back pocket and levitated both over to rest atop a dresser before she began to undo her jeans.
“How do you feel?” she asked Draco, floating off her shed jeans while simultaneously summoning one of his t-shirts.
Draco laid back and shut his eyes. “Like hell,” he groaned and flopped his arm over his face. “Put Muggle drugs on the list of things NOT to do…Muggle hospital too. That place was horrifying.”
Hermione made quick work of removing her dress and donning the comfortable cotton T before finally going to the bed. “And night clubs?”
“No…the club was brilliant. This hang-over though,” he groaned loudly again, “not so much. Why did those drinks have to be so damn delicious?”
“I imagine,” she began as she sat beside him on the mattress, “your senses were enhanced as a result of the increased neurotransmitter activity caused by the drug you ingested.”
Draco rolled toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist before rolling back to pull her back to lie with him. “You and your big words,” he said as he pulled her flush against himself and snuggled into her back. “Sleep time, Mrs. Malfoy.”
Hermione made a small snort as she summoned a blanket to cover them. “Don’t get used to calling me that. I only let the nurse call me that because I didn’t have the energy to correct her,” she said, setting her wand on the nightstand and tugging at the blanket to get more comfortable.
“One night of drunken stupidity is all it takes for you to decide you no longer want my name…I see how it is,” Draco teased, giving her a playful pinch.
Hermione gave a tired giggle and pinched his arm back. “Don’t be silly.” She sighed and turned in his hold to face him. “I was the one who was stupid last night,” she said quietly.
Draco snorted. “You couldn’t be stupid if you tried.”
“I’m serious, Draco. What if I’d been wrong about the drug you were given? What if you’d reacted badly? Or your magic flared involuntarily as a result? It was reckless and I put you in danger and you suffered as a result. I’m so, so sorry.”
Draco cracked open one very sleepy, bloodshot eye to look at her. “Stop being all Gryffindor and go to sleep, Princess,” he said.
“But-“
“Sleep,” he grunted. Hermione let out a quiet harrumph but closed her eyes and cozied into his hold.
Her mobile phone started ringing.
“Why does that fucking thing always turn on when I’m trying to sleep?” Draco grumbled. Hermione moaned in displeasure at the sound as well, but began to get up. Draco held on tight to prevent her from rising. “Ignore it. Sleep.”
“But it might be Harry. What if Ginny’s gone into labor?” Hermione argued, pushing lightly against him. He only held on to her tighter.
“Then she’ll have a baby. You can call her back later and congratulate her,” he said, never opening his eyes.
Hermione frowned but didn’t put up much resistance in her exhausted state. She waved her hand to place a simple silencing spell on the phone and then turned in Draco’s arms to be on her back. She laid quiet for a long while, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“We’re going home tomorrow,” she announced suddenly.
Only a quiet snore answered her and she glanced over to see Draco fast asleep. Hermione studied his lax features and smiled at the tiny line of saliva escaping his slightly open mouth. “You scared the hell out of me last night you know,” she whispered at him.
Draco only kept on snoring. Hermione carefully lifted her hand and smoothed several of his longer strands of hair off his forehead before setting her palm to the side of his face.
“I thought I knew fear,” she said, her thumb moving affectionately back and forth across his cheek. “All of those years fighting Voldemort, hiding, wondering…” she paused as her eyes started to tear. “None of it compares, Draco. I’ve never been more scared in my whole life than I was while watching them work on you in the back of that ambulance.”
Draco unconsciously tightened his embrace around her and Hermione’s eyelids shuttered closed as she savored the feeling.
“Do you remember telling me that you love me last night?” she asked, opening her eyes again to gaze at him. Draco made a quiet hmm noise in his sleep and Hermione’s bottom lip trembled slightly as she smiled again.
“I love you too,” she hushed.
Draco shifted and snuffled before groggily mumbling, “D’you say somethin’?”
Hermione lowered her hand. “No,” she said, “go back to sleep.”
He hummed contentedly and followed her command. She watched him for another long moment and then let her own eyes fall shut.
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A/N: I'm back! And I love you all!
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