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Tales of Tragic Ends	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Includes: traumatic brain injury, brain damage
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Mine
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“Here we go…next bite,” Hermione said encouragingly as she held up the spoon. “That’s it, just a bit wider…a little more…
She prodded his bottom lip gently with the tip of the spoon and Draco opened wider. Hermione fed him the spoonful and smiled.
“There we are! You’re doing so well today, Draco!” she praised.
Draco’s head began to droop as he chewed slowly at the bite of mush and Hermione put her hand tenderly to his chin. “Head up,” she reminded him. When he lifted his head and swallowed, Hermione lifted another spoonful of food. “Next bite…”
She brought the spoon to his mouth again, but Draco flopped his head to the side in his wheelchair. His eyes rolled slightly as he appeared to try and look around. Hermione sighed and set the spoon back into the bowl on the table beside them.
“Done eating, then?” she said.
Draco merely continued to swivel his unfocused eyes about. Hermione picked up her wand and spelled away the food he’d dribbled on himself and then set her hands gently to his still legs.
“How about we read something,” she suggested, “I just got in Luna’s newest novel?”
“Mine,” Draco slurred. He tilted his head back down and flapped his left hand. “Mine.”
Hermione smiled at him again and patted his thigh. “I’ll go get it,” she said, rising from her chair. She retrieved the book and promptly returned. She spelled the book to hover before Draco and then slid her chair to sit directly beside him to begin to read to him. Before she’d finished the first chapter, however, there was a knock at the door.
Hermione immediately grabbed her wand and stood.
“Mine…” Draco called out anxiously, his eyes rolling wildly. “Mine. Mine.”
“It’s okay,” she answered him gently. “I’ll be right back.”
“Mine…”
Hermione put their book on the table, patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and then went to the door and looked through the peephole to see Ron standing on the other side. With a deep huff, she opened the door.
“Hello, Ron,” she smiled. She stepped aside and held the door open wider. “Come on in.”
“Mine!”
Ron stepped in as Hermione looked over her shoulder in Draco’s direction. “It’s just Ron,” she called back to him. She stashed her wand in her back pocket and then closed the door and turned back to her visitor. “What brings you here today? Are you alright?”
Ron glanced to where Draco was parked and then leveled a concerned look at Hermione. “I’m fine. I, uh…I just thought you might like some company,” he said.
Hermione frowned slightly. “Why are you really here?”
There was a pause as Ron looked once more at Draco. “Harry and I have been talking,” he started and Hermione crossed her arms defensively at his tone.
“Oh…?”
Ron nodded. “We’ve been talking and we think it’s time you…well, we think it’d be best for everyone if…”
“Mine! Mine!”
Hermione immediately hurried over to Draco’s side, leaving Ron standing awkwardly near the door. “I’m here, shh, I’m here…” she tried to calm him as he flapped his hand and tossed his head back and forth. “Draco, it’s okay…”
Ron scowled at the scene. “It’s time you had him put in St. Mungo’s, Hermione,” he said. Hermione cast him a glare as she continued to tend to an agitated Draco.
“Is that what you came to tell me? Is that what you and Harry have been discussing?” she asked him in a low, angry voice. Ron pointed at Draco.
“You shouldn’t have to keep taking care of that by yourself anymore.”
Hermione’s face hardened further. “He is not a ‘that’.
“Hermione, he’s-”
“And Narcissa and Andromeda both come a few times a week to help, so I’m not exactly alone,” she cut him off. “Besides, if you recall, and you should since you were at our wedding, I made a vow to stick by him through sickness and through heal-”
“He’s never going to get any better, Hermione!” Ron interrupted rather forcefully. The shouting sent Draco into another fit and Hermione patted and rubbed at him soothingly.
“Keep your voice down,” she seethed at Ron, “you’re upsetting him.”
“Look at you,” Ron snapped back, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “look what your life has become. Are you seriously going to tell me that you’re happy here, taking care of him every second of every day? Feeding him and wiping up his drool and changing his fucking nappies!?”
“Mine! Mine!?” Draco flailed in his chair.
“Ron, you need to leave,” Hermione nearly growled as she grabbed at Draco’s hand to try and calm him again.
“Hermione,” Ron tried again, lowering his voice, “you deserve better than this. Bring him to St. Mungo’s where they can take care of him so you can have a proper life.”
“Is that what you’d want Gabrielle to do to you if you had an accident, Ronald?” Hermione asked him very seriously. “You’d want her to just ship you away and move on as if you didn’t exist?”
Ron stared silently at her for a long moment as she finally got Draco to still.
“Mine,” Draco said quietly. Hermione smiled at him and rubbed her palm affectionately over his cheek before looking back up at Ron.
“Is that all he ever says?” he asked her with a sneering pout.
“It’s how he says my name,” she said. “I understand him just fine.”
Ron scoffed and shook his head. “There’s nothing to understand. He’s a fucking retard!”
Hermione stood very slowly and reached back for her wand. Her knuckles were white around it as she glared daggers at her old friend. “Get the fuck out of my house,” she said.
When Ron went to open his mouth, she raised her wand and leveled it at him. “Get. Out.” she repeated threateningly. Ron looked to her wand, then back at her face before casting a final glare at Draco. He turned and swiftly let himself out without another look back, slamming the door shut.
Hermione continued to glare at the door for several moments until she heard Draco make a choking noise. She set her wand aside at once and retook her seat by him to make sure he was okay. She took his hand in hers and he looked her in the eyes.
“Mine…” he said. She gave him a sad smile and he opened and closed his mouth several times before he managed to get out, “I…sor…ry…”
Hermione clutched at his hand and burst into tears. “Oh, Draco,” she cried, “don’t be sorry. Don’t you dare ever be sorry.” She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to his lips and his eyes closed contentedly at the contact. “I love you, Draco. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
A tear slipped down Draco’s cheek when she set her forehead to his. “Mine,” he whispered. “Mine.”
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