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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6- Change
06:00pm
(Song: Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol)
The firefighters worked quickly as Draco sat watching from afar. They were yelling commands to each other and mentioning medical terms, he couldn’t understand.
All of a sudden though, they counted to three and rolled Hermione on to a stretcher. Draco thought that if they were moving her on to a stretcher and not a body bag, then she was at least alive.
He moved to stand up and used the car behind him to help him. The fire rescue workers lifted Hermione up and to the side and Draco could finally see her. Her shirt was cut open for the paramedics to work and they had managed to cut the piece of metal impaling her, down to about five inches. They also had an IV bag and a portable heart rate monitor attached to her, and a man was pumping air into her lungs with a strange shaped bag.
Hermione’s heartbeat was slow but to his relief, she was alive. He let out a breath at the sight and lowered his head. However, the tiny blips of her heart turned to one long beep and he lifted his head so quickly, he almost fell backwards.
The men and women lowered Hermione to the ground and brought out a machine that Draco didn’t recognize. A firefighter ripped her pretty blue blouse, further away from her chest, leaving her exposed in her nude colored bra, and began CPR as another woman placed two large pads on her; one slightly above where her right nipple was, and the other, on the side of her left ribs.
Draco watched, confused as the woman then took the paddles off the machine.
“Charge to 200!” she called out.
Another man turned a knob and Draco listened as the machine charged up.
“Clear!” the paramedic shouted, and Hermione’s voice, echoed in his head.
“Thank you…for defending me.” She tilted her head.
Everyone removed their hands off of Hermione as the woman lowered the paddles and shocked her chest where the pads were placed earlier.
Hermione’s body jerked upwards and it scared the ever loving piss out of Draco. The heartbeat monitor beeped for a second before it flat lined again. And all Draco could do, was watch in horror as tears began to form in his eyes again.
“I know…You did save my life already.”
He inhaled a breath as his eyes reddened and his lips quivered but he couldn’t look away.
“Give a shot of epi! Charge to 300!” the woman called out again. “Clear!”
“I don’t actually hate you, Malfoy.”
Once again, Hermione’s body jerked off the ground and once again, Draco stood frozen, as all hope left his body.
“Please?” he begged as he began sobbing “Please Hermione…please?”
His body shook as he cried like he had never cried before. The rescuers charged the machine up again as the man took over compression and once again, the ending was the same.
Draco lowered himself to the ground, sobbing in shear agony as he raised the back of his good hand to his lips. Even still, he refused to look away as the paramedics tried again. One last time.
“Another shot of epi! Charge to 350...Clear!”
“You’re beautiful.” - “Thank you.” she smiled lowering her head.
Hermione’s body jerked up again before resting motionless on the stretcher. Her head fell to the side and Draco completely lost it when the rescuers began to lower their heads in sadness and defeat.
“I want to go home.” She whimpered.
“Why are you stopping?” he shouted and tried to move forward to crawl to Hermione but the fireman who helped him earlier, held him back. “WHY ARE YOU STOPPING?” he screamed.
The woman, who was defibrillating his Gryffindor, turned her sad eyes to him. She looked like she was about to call, time of death, when everyone in the room, instantly stopped moving.
“Do you trust me?” he asked holding on to her.
The heart rate monitor began beeping and this time, it was stronger.
Draco looked at the monitor, frozen; as did all the rescuers. Suddenly, Hermione’s chest rose up off the ground as she inhaled a deep and long breath. A breath, she had not taken, for eight, very long, traumatizing, minutes.
The room broke out in smiles and but the workers quickly moved back to check on Hermione, who was now rolling around and moaning in pain on the stretcher. However, Draco couldn’t bring himself to smile. He couldn’t even bring himself feel relieved, let alone breathe. His whole body was frozen and his gaze stuck on the girl who was now alive.
“I trust you.” she whispered.
Draco finally let it all in. He took in a breath and a smile began to appear at the corner of his lips. She was alive, and nothing in this world could make him anymore happier.
“She is too erratic, someone grab a sedative!” the woman called out.
“She is going to need blood, son.” The fireman next to him stated “Do you know her blood type?” he asked moving to help him stand.
Draco shook his head but then a thought occurred to him. He donated blood every six months, as part of his company charity program. He let out a light chuckle. He didn’t know Hermione’s blood type, but he knew his.
“How much does she need?” he turned his head to ask the man who eyed him skeptically for laughing and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“For starters, about two pints. We are running low on O negative, due to the mass chaos outside and to know her type, well it would be more beneficial.”
“I am O neg.” Draco replied, looking at the man, letting out another chuckle.
“Are you sure you are O neg., son?” he raised a brow “We can’t go mixing the wrong blood types together. That can be catastrophic for her.”
“I am absolutely certain. And trust me,” he looked back to Hermione “mixing my blood with hers…could never be wrong.” He turned back to the fireman “Take my blood.” He demanded, holding out his left arm.
The man hesitated for a moment and took in a deep breath.
“Seeing as we are in an emergency and on short supply…this is the only time we are doing this, you hear? I am trusting you on this.”
Draco shook his head and lightly laughed again.
“Hermione means more to me, then even she knows…I would never intentionally hurt her.” he spoke softly.
The man raised a brow and crossed his arms while he contemplated believing Draco. He finally let out a breath and turned to his fellow crew.
“I need an empty IV bag and a…” he grabbed Draco’s arm and looked at his veins “A 16 gauge needle, stat! Oh and does anyone have a granola bar or something on them?”
A young paramedic gathered up the items and rushed sloppily over to the fireman; almost tripping in the process. Draco sat down on the ground and went to roll up his sleeve, out of habit, when he remembered, he was only wearing an under tank.
The paramedic lowered himself to rest in front of Draco and Draco wondered for a moment, if he was a trainee. The young man unwrapped the needle while the fireman connected the tub to the IV bag. Shaking, the young man started to try and find a good vein in the crease of Draco’s left arm.
Draco eyed him as he poked his skin; missing every time. He grew fed up and grabbed the man’s hand to stop him.
“Are you new?” he asked calmly.
The man nodded his head in embarrassment but to his surprise, Draco was feeling elated and didn’t berate him like he should have. Well, like anyone else would have. Instead, he slowly took the needle out of his hand and showed him how to do it.
“Like this.” he began. “You want to hold it at this angle, so that you get the needle into the vein cleanly. Look for the largest blue line and work your way down from there if it in inaccessible…You want to try and stay calm as you do it. Breathe in and out until you feel yourself relax. Then, you go for it…You try.” He handed the needle back to the man and watched, as he followed the directions he gave him.
He had managed to find a good vein and slid the needle in effortlessly. He smiled up at Draco with joy, before looking back down and turning the knob to let the blood flow through the tube.
Draco couldn’t help but smile at the man’s proud moment. Hermione was alive and he was about to give her his blood. He knew there were a few jokes that could be made about that, but right now, he was just extremely happy he could tell her he loved her back.
He smiled again and let out a huff through his nose at the thought of finally being able to be with her. He would no longer be lonely; he finally had the girl he was waiting for, for years. He was only upset that it took them almost dying, multiple times, due to a tornado, for them to both admit their feelings. She was a lot better at hiding hers though, than he was his.
“All done.” The man claimed as he pulled the needle from Draco’s arm a few minutes later.
But all Draco heard, was Hermione’s voice again.
“I did try to take you with me.” She looked at him concerned.
“Thanks.” She stated pulling her hand back.
“No, you need it more than I do right now.”
“All done.” She looked up and smiled.
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she did show him more signs then he thought. It wasn’t just in the way she helped him throughout the day. It was the way she smiled at everything she said. To anyone else, they wouldn’t have seen it, but he paid attention to her; even when she didn’t think he was. He caught each smile but at the time, didn’t think anything of it.
But now, now he saw every single one. He read every hint she had ever given him when she spoke. And suddenly, the way she eyed him in the lobby when he first saw her, it all made sense. He was too focused on her hating him, he didn’t even look at the way she loved him.
“Why did you stick up for me?” she asked quickly, only slightly gazing up at him.
“Do you want me to heal that?” he pointed to her bleeding hand.-“What?...Oh, uh sure, I guess.” She slowly faced him and held her hand out to him.
“Because we both know you don’t trust me.”-“I trust…I trust that you won’t throw me out of the lift, if that is what you mean?”
“I told you…I’m not callous.” - She expelled a light laugh and slowly turned her head to him. Giving him a weary smile.
Her head snapped up and her eyes pressed into him hard with shock.-“I…I-” but he held up a hand to stop her.- Hermione didn’t speak as she looked at him with her lips slightly parted and inhaled lightly, almost as if she wanted to say something.
That’s when it hit him.
When he apologized for being mean to her, he told her that the way he acted in school, shouldn’t affect how she viewed him now. She was going to admit her feelings then but he stopped her. He stopped her, so he could continue with his pathetic apology.
“Idiot!” he muttered aloud to himself.
“Are you alright?” he heard Hermione’s voice again after he tripped in the stairwell.
“Sir, are you alright?” the man asked again after a few seconds, bringing Draco back to reality.
Draco’s head snapped up and met the blue eyes of the fireman who looked concerned for him.
“I am fine. Just an idiot.” He replied lowering his head back down and shaking it; cursing himself.
“Not about the blood I hope?” he looked worried.
“No. It’s something else.”
“Okay.” He let out a sigh of relief “Well, I need you to eat this before we head up.” He waved a granola bar in front of him.
He took the bar and stared down at the wrapping. He cursed himself again for being so stupid and caught up in his own feelings, he never even thought about hers.
Opening the wrapper and taking a bite, he lifted his head up and watched as the workers lifted Hermione and began moving her away from the rubble. He dropped the granola and tried to stand quickly but once again, he forgot his leg was hurt. That, and he was woozy from lack of blood.
The trainee rescuer ran over to catch Draco before he fell and wrapped his arm around his neck. Without saying a word, the man helped carry Draco out of the parking garage and up the ramped ceiling.
Once they reached the lobby however, he looked around at the damage. It was no longer raining but a large oak tree lay on its side, after it crashed through the lobby windows. The front desk was impaled with a small blue sedan, and glass was scattered everywhere from a chandelier that once hung in the room’s entryway.
The building seemed off though and Draco couldn’t pin point what it was. It wasn’t until he stepped outside, turned around, and looked up, that he figured it out.
Malfoy Tech. was beyond repair. The whole building was no longer standing up straight; instead, it was leaning to the right. The building next to it was used a crutch; holding his empire up, preventing it from crashing to the ground. He was lucky to be alive. They all were.
He turned his head to focus on the rest of the chaotic scene playing out on the street. Ambulances and police cars where everywhere, including the sidewalks. Tents where propped up, with mobile equipment attached to scared people, and doctors were frantically running around, trying to triage anyone they came in contact with.
The scene reminded him of the Battle of Hogwarts before the second half occurred.
Bodies laid in different zones marked with black tarps and different color tags on people. He saw the rescuers mark Hermione with a red tag, so he had an idea that red meant she needed immediate treatment, but the other colors he was confused on.
He turned his head and looked at the paramedic helping him walk through the crowd.
“What do these colors stand for?” he asked looking back around at the badly injured people.
The man looked around as well before pointing out the colors.
“It depends on the triage system.” He began “This one is used for mass casualty situations.” Draco’s face fell “Red is for immediate, for people who cannot survive without treatment right away but have a chance of survival, so they will be taken to the hospital first. Yellow is observation, meaning they are stable for now. Um let’s see, green is for those who will need care after the immediate is treated…like you and white is for those with just minor injuries.” He finished pointing to a tarp only half full.
“And that one?” Draco asked with a forlorn look while eyeing the black tarp hidden in a corner of the street. A tarp, which seemed a little to full.
The man let out a deep sigh and looked to where he had pointed.
“That…that is black. It’s for the deceased and…for those whose injuries are to extensive and won’t survive with the care that is available.”
The man lowered his head but Draco refused to look away from the people who perished. Not all of them came from his building but he knew of at least two who had. He knew Hermione would be grateful to know if they got Nate and Leena out of the high-rise.
“Do you know if anyone made it to floor seventeen yet?” he asked as they continued walking.
“Um. I think so. There was a massive fire on the floor below, which the fireman wanted to put out quickly, so the structure didn’t snap in half. Why?”
“Did they find anyone up there?”
“As far as I know, I think they found two deceased. A man and a woman…friends of yours?” he turned his head and sadly looked at Draco.
“Employees.” He responded letting a deep breath out through his nose.
“Wait…You own Malfoy Technology? You are Draco Malfoy?”
Draco nodded his head and the man’s smile grew beyond his face as he set Draco down on a crate in front of a tent.
“Holy hell! I am meeting the Draco Malfoy! My little brother idolizes you! He too, was placed in Slytherin and is a third year.”
Draco’s head snapped up with shock.
“You went to Hogwarts?”
“Not me. I am just a muggle. But my brother apparently is a muggle-born, I think that is what you call them? Anyway, he has been following your company for years and just loves what you did with muggle cellphones!” he gleamed “He can call me every day from school instead of waiting days for an Owl thanks to you.”
“So he knows of the war?” Draco asked leaning back against the bar of a tent.
“My whole family does. It’s famous. Wait until I tell my little bro that I met you! He is going to lose his mind.” He exclaimed.
Draco let out a light laugh and shook his head. He never thought someone would idolize him, especially after the horrible things he had done in the past.
“I am sorry about your building, by the way.” The man lowered his head.
“It’s just a building…What is your name?” Draco questioned, looking up at the trainee.
“Jason, sir.”
“No need to call me sir, Jason.” Jason nodded his head. “What is your little brother’s name?”
“Steven.”
“How about I make your story to Steven, even better?” he smirked in a friendly manor.
“Mr. Malfoy?”
“You know that girl you and your crew were working on?”
“Yes. The girl you seem to care a lot about. Is she your girlfriend?” his eyes perked up.
“Hopefully…maybe one day.” he smiled “…but that girl…Is Hermione Granger.”
Jason’s mouth dropped and Draco could have sworn he almost saw the man about to faint. He let out a laugh as Jason tried to contain his excitement.
“Wait…this isn’t some trick right?”
“Why would I trick you?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Because everyone knows you and the Golden Trio hate each other.”
“People change…and it turns out…not all of the Golden Trio hate me.”
Jason’s jaw dropped again.
“You mean…Hermione Granger, the brightest which of her age and probably forever, likes you?...I think I need to sit down.”
Draco let out another laugh and watched as the man sat down on the empty crate next to him.
“Blimey.” He expelled through a breath. “So wait, why didn’t you use your wand to heal her?” Jason questioned, turning his head and rested his elbows on his knees, intrigued.
“She lost her wand in the elevator shaft and mine snapped in half.” He explained looking down at his hand.
“That makes sense. You both look like you went through hell in there. How did you wind up in the parking garage?...I am sorry if I am asking too many questions.”
Draco looked up and shook his head.
“It’s alright…We started on level thirty-six but once we got to level three, the floor gave way.”
Jason created an ‘o’ with his lips and raised his head.
“Shit man…Well I am glad you both made it…and uh, thank you for helping me with the needle. I know you don’t have the best reputation and I deserve to be yelled at for rushing but, you handled it well…so thank you.” he smiled.
“Don’t mention it.”
“You are alright mate. I am going to make sure everyone knows it.” he stood up and turned to Draco with an outstretched hand. “Let’s get you to your girl.” His smile rose to the corner of his mouth.
Draco took his hand and stood up. They walked over to an ambulance with a woman and another rescuer inside and Jason helped Draco up the ledge.
“This bus is going to the hospital where they are taking Hermione…It has been a pleasure meeting you…I wish it was under better circumstances though.”
“I agree.” Jason moved to turn away and close the doors but Draco stopped him. “Thank you, Jason. Tell Steven I said hi.”
Jason grinned and nodded his head before closing the ambulance doors and smacking it with his hand to give them the okay to leave.
Draco shifted to get comfortable as the bus started to move and the man next to him started scribbling on a thick metal clipboard. He turned his head and looked at the woman lying on a stretcher in front of him. His heart dropped when he realized who the unconscious woman was.
“Ms. Tate?”
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@D_elliot- As much as I want to say don't cry haha I can't. That was the whole pourpose of the chapter. I also listened to the song I chose on repeat to make sure I got the sadness in the scene. I cried each time lol. So if I have to cry, you have to cry :) Thank you for your review!
@saxman66- Yes, I feel bad for putting Hermione in that situation but the story called for more drama and angst lol.
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