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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter 7- Breathe
06:32pm
The ambulances sirens blared as it raced down the downtown streets to the hospital. Draco though, couldn’t take his eyes off the unconscious Ms. Tate, lying before him.
“What happened?” he asked the man sitting next to him.
The rescue worker lifted his head from the clipboard he was scribbling on and eyed Draco like he had just asked if the grass is blue.
“Um, a tornado hit.” He replied holding his pen out to the side of him, like it helped him get his point across.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“I meant to her.” he pointed to Ms. Tate.
“Oh.” The man let off a light chuckle “we found her under a tree in Malfoy Tech.”
Draco wondered why she was even still in his building when he fired her and security was supposed to escort her out.
“Is she going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine. Just a few broken bones and some minor internal bleeding that was taken care of at scene.”
“She wasn’t supposed to be there.” Draco muttered.
But even though he said it with sadness, he couldn’t bring himself to really care all that much that she was injured. After all, she would have been fine, behind the desk, where she was supposed to be but instead she had to go and get herself fired and then take forever to leave.
It’s not like he didn’t have a heart though. He sort of cared she was hurt. But she really had no one else to blame but herself. Besides, she insulted Hermione and disrespected him; she was no longer an employee of his. He hoped she pulled through, but it wasn’t something that was going to make him lose any sleep, if she didn’t.
“What do you mean she wasn’t supposed to be there?” the paramedic questioned.
Draco turned his head and looked at the man with his fingers to his lips as he rested his good elbow on his knee.
“She was fired, moments before the tornado hit.”
“You know her?” he asked Draco with a raised brow “Because we have no ID on her and she kept screaming about how she was going to sue the company. She refused to give us a name before she passed out.”
Draco’s stomach dropped but he refused to show his worry.
“Her name is Abby Tate and I know for a fact, she is going to have a hell of a time trying to sue me.”
The rescuer expelled a laugh through his nose as he went back to scribbling on his clipboard.
“Well, you said she was fired, so she will have a hard time suing you. But I would be careful if I were you. Lady seems like a nut job if you ask me.”
“Thanks.” Draco replied rolling his eyes and looking away from both the man and Ms. Tate.
The ambulance suddenly came to a stop and Draco looked up, realizing he made it to the hospital. The passenger in the front got out and walked to the back. Opening the doors, he helped Draco down from the ledge before moving to help roll Ms. Tate out of the vehicle.
Draco looked around at the emergency entrance and came to an understanding. There was no way he was going to be able to find Hermione in this chaos.
It seemed that even the hospital was overfilled. People were lined up out front and tents were set up in the parking lot to treat those with less sever injuries. Hermione though, would not be outside. She was a red tag and he knew she would need what muggles call, surgery; so that would mean she was inside.
“Hey!” the man who was in the back of the ambulance earlier called out to Draco while running back out of the hospital after dropping Tate off. “Take this.” he handed Draco a crutch before stepping up to get back in the bus.
“How-how do I use this?” Draco questioned, confused and embarrassed for having to ask how to use an object he assumed, was rather simple.
The man let out a chuckle and moved to crouch at the edge of the vehicle.
“Put this part under your armpit and put your hand here.” He pointed to the top and middle parts. “It’s a crutch mate, it will help you walk. Think of it as an extra leg.”
He did what he was told and rested his weight on the crutch; he already felt loads better.
“Thanks.” He smiled.
The man nodded and moved back to sit down as the rest of the rescuers came out of the hospital and got in the bus. Draco turned back to the entrance and began hobbling through the chaotic crowd, towards the front desk.
“Excuse me?” he asked an orderly, who pushed passed him carrying bandages; completely ignoring him. “Hey can you-” he tried to ask a nurse who also ignored him. “God damn it…Hey! Please, can you help me?” he asked a woman who was trying to calm down an overbearing man.
She turned her head to him and had a face of almost relief but annoyance as well. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles and she looked down right exhausted.
“I am just looking for someone who was brought in by-” he began.
“Everyone is looking for someone.” She cut him off with a bitter tone.
“Okay, well I am sorry for bothering you. I just want to know where she was taken; she was a red tag.” He continued.
The woman sighed and moved to open her mouth, but the thin man next to her didn’t seem to like being interrupted.
“Hey! I was here first!” he yelled.
“I’m sorry sir, I-”
“What? You think your loved ones are more important than mine?” his voice rose higher.
“No, Merlin’s beard no sir. I’m sorry; I am just trying to find-”
“We are all trying to find someone, kid! So why don’t you go piss off to someone else!”
“I am not a kid and you do not have to act like an arse to me! I said I was sorry!” Draco claimed, getting very annoyed by the man.
“Did you just call me an arse?” he questioned, taking a step into Draco’s personal space and tilting his head like he wanted to fight.
“I said you were acting like one, not that you were one. How about you know the different before getting up in my face and embarrassing yourself.” He took a hobbling step back and looked at the woman, ready to apologize for bothering her.
However, the man was not very happy about Draco’s last statement. His face turned red and he balled his hands into fists at his side. Draco though, saw the punch coming before the guy even raised his hand.
Leaning back quickly, the man missed his landing on Draco’s face and stumbled forward. But Draco wasn’t taking any chances of the man coming at him again, so he balanced his weight on the crutch and lifted his left knee into the air; slamming it hard into the man’s stomach, making him double over on the floor.
Draco let out a hiss of pain as the impact radiated down to his cut but he blew out a breath and watch the man try to catch his breath as he howled on the floor. The woman, who he figured was a nurse, let out a huff and smirked at the fallen man.
“Serves you right.” She scoffed.
She turned to Draco and smiled.
“Red tags will most likely be in surgery. What type of injuries does she have?”
“Oh uh, impalement in her side…from a rebar.” He answered thrown back a little from the nurse’s sudden change in demeanor.
“Ouch. So she would be General Surgery. Normally she would be trauma but everything today is trauma. Anyway, take the elevator to the fifth floor. There will be a waiting room to your left and the desk to your right.”
“Um…I don’t mean to be rude but are there stairs I can take?” he asked almost pleadingly.
She lowered her brows in confusion as she looked at him, then his crutch, then his leg.
“I was trapped in an elevator and it almost took us down with it…I’d rather take the stairs.” He explained.
She folded her lips inwards in understanding and gave him an apologetic smile.
“Stairs are just at the end of the hall there. Third door on your left.”
“Thank you!” he exclaimed before turning on his heel and limping down the hall.
It took Draco about twenty minutes longer than normal to make it up the five flights of stairs but he was happy once he finally made it to the floor he needed to be on. He made it the reception desk, which was not as busy as the downstairs one, and leaned his arm on the counter.
“Hi.” He let out a breath and looked at the elderly nurse sitting at the desk “I am looking for Hermione Granger. She was brought in by the ambulance.”
“And what is your relation to her?” she asked looking up at him.
Draco stumbled at the question. He knew they would only give updates to those who are related or married to a patient.
“She is my wife.” He answered after a few seconds of thinking it over.
“And your name?” the lady asked, lowering her head to write down something on a pad of paper.
“Draco…Draco Malfoy.”
“Different last names?” she eyed him skeptically.
“We just got married. She didn’t change her name yet. Besides there is no harm if she wanted to keep her last name.” he retorted a little colder than he wanted.
The nurse raised her brows in disbelief but her face said, she has heard it all before.
“Sorry, I’m just tired.” He quickly added.
She pierced her lips and looked back down at the computer. She began typing as Draco watched impatiently.
“She is in surgery right now. That is all the information I have for you at this time. I will let the doctors know you are here and someone will be out to update you as soon as they get a chance. In the meantime, if you could start filling out her information on this form, that would be super helpful. The waiting room is just across the hall there.”
She handed Draco a clipboard and pen before going back to her work; completely ignoring him. Draco looked at the form and took a deep breath. He hobbled across the hall and sat down in an empty sitting area in the corner. Looking at the form he filled in, to the best of his knowledge, Hermione’s information.
He was glad he paid enough attention to Hermione at school to be able to fill out her birthday and her full name, but that was about it. He put his address down and himself as emergency contact; hoping she won’t hex him for it later. When he got to the part about insurance though, he was completely lost.
“Insurance huh?” a male voice said over him.
Draco raised his head and almost threw the clipboard at Harry Potter’s face.
“Potter! Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, startled.
“Cheers to you too, Malfoy.”
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” Draco asked rudely.
“You’re kidding right?” he raised a brow “My best friend is in the hospital.” He moved to sit down next to Draco.
“Right.” Was all Draco could say as he contemplated how this interaction was going to go.
“Word in the Ministry, is that you saved Hermione’s life.” Harry claimed looking straight ahead.
“I-I guess. I donated my blood to her.” he replied looking back down at the form, praying things won’t escalate.
“So…Does that make her Half-blood now?”
Draco slowly raised his head and looked at Harry. He had a small smile playing on his mouth and looked to be trying to stifle a laugh.
“I…I honestly have no idea how to respond to that.” he shook his head slightly, baffled.
“Well, it definitely means you can’t call her Mud-blood anymore.” He chuckled.
“I haven’t called her that since like, I don’t know, fifth year! I would never-”
“Calm down, Malfoy. I was kidding.” Harry held up a hand, cutting him off.
Harry lowered his hand and the two men went back to staring at nothing.
“So, you and Hermione are married now? When did that happen?” Harry asked smiling at no one.
“It didn’t…I…I…” he trailed off.
“Just wanted to get updates on her condition?” Harry finished for him.
“Yeah.” Draco sighed and looked back at the form; still stuck on how to fill out the insurance part.
“Just put NA across the box.” Harry suggested. “I’ll pay for the visit before I leave.”
“Why can’t I pay for it?” Draco asked a little offended.
“You have muggle money?” Harry turned to look at him.
“I run a wizarding company based in a muggle world. Of course I have muggle money.”
“Alright, we’ll split it.” Harry turned his head back and lowered it to look at his hands.
Draco turned back and lifted the pen in his hand that was still in a sling. He marked NA across the box, like Harry told him to do, and moved to hand the form back to the receptionist.
“I got it.” Harry chimed, standing up and taking the clipboard from Draco.
He was a little confused and felt strange having a civil conversation with Harry Potter. He hadn’t seen the man since, well since the war. Potter and Weasley had skipped going back to Hogwarts to repeat their seventh year and became an Aurors instead. Last he heard, Harry became top rank while Ron quit so he could study Dragons with his brother in Romania, a few years back.
Harry walked back over and took his seat next to Draco, letting out a deep sigh.
“So, what relationship did you say you had with Granger?” Draco asked, trying to be pleasant.
“Well, you took the husband card, so I said brother.” He leaned back and started playing with his fingers.
“Oh...” they both sat in silence for a few minutes, before Draco couldn’t take the awkwardness anymore. “Are you not even going to question why I, of all people, am here?”
Harry released small laugh before taking in a deep breath and letting it out.
“Not really, no.”
“Why not? It’s not even a little strange to you that I am waiting for updates on Granger?”
“No.” Harry replied still looking down at his fingers. “I just figured, she finally told you she loved you.” he shrugged.
Draco’s eyes widened and his mouth started to fall open.
“Yo…You knew she had feelings for me?” he questioned, utterly baffled.
“Apparently, everyone but you, knew.” He laughed slightly.
“I-What?”
“Hermione has had a thing for you since the war. It’s why she and Ron didn’t work out. You would have thought, after I defeated the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, she would talk about our journey and how we defeated evil,” he shook his fist in the air “but no; she only wanted to talk about how you threw me your wand, and how you lied to help us at the manor, oh and my personal favorite, how we saved you in the Room of Requirements, giving her a chance to ride a broom in front of the ‘Slytherin Seeker’…I am only her best friend and have been trying to get her on a broom for, well, ever, but she’ll only do it when it comes to saving your life, apparently.” He huffed. “It’s like something in her flipped when you sacrificed your life to help me win the war. She saw you differently and in doing so, made her obsessed with looking back at everything you ever said or did. It drove Ginny and I nuts, so we told her to just tell you at the meeting she was supposed to have with you today.”
“Wait…What? She was going to tell me she loves me today?” Draco questioned, looking away from Harry and into nothing ahead of him.
“Yeah well, nature evidently, had other ideas…I am guessing I just ruined it by telling you.” Harry stated, sounding remorseful.
“No…no she told me.” Draco lowered his head and Harry eyed him sadly “She told me right before she stopped breathing on me…I…I didn’t even think to say it back to her.” he turned to look at Harry. “I lost her and I never got to tell her.”
“But she’s not gone, Malfoy. She is extremely tough; she will push through this and you will tell her when she wakes up.”
Draco nodded his head but he still beat himself up inside for not telling Hermione he loves her, when he had the chance.
“Are you…Draco Malfoy and…Harry Potter?” a man asked standing in front of the duo.
“Yes.” Harry sat up.
“I am Doctor Baker, one of the surgeons assigned to Hermione Granger’s case.” He moved to pull up a chair and sat down in front of the men “I came to update you on her condition.”
“How is she?” Harry asked before Draco could even think to open his mouth.
“She is in the ICU resting right now. She lost a lot of blood on the scene, but thanks to you,” he looked at Draco “She is expected to make a full recovery.”
“That is great news!” Harry stated excitingly and Draco’s heart perked up.
“Problem is,” his heart fell again “We had a few complications removing the rebar stuck in her side; she landed on it pretty good. We lost her twice on the table.”
“But you said she would make a full recovery?” Draco chimed in sadly.
“I said we expect her to.” Dr. Baker answered.
“So what is the problem?” Harry questioned, glimpsing at Draco before looking back to the doctor.
Dr. Baker sighed heavily.
“On the scene, we were told she flat lined for eight minutes. During the operation, she was gone for four minutes the first time but ten minutes the second.”
“Okay?” Harry began “What does that mean?”
“It means, we don’t know if she has any brain damage due to lack of oxygen and if she does, we won’t know the extent of it until she wakes up…if she even wakes up-”
“If? What do you mean if?” Draco interrupted angrily.
“It happens in all surgeries but more so in ones that have been down for a long period of time.” Dr. Baker explained calmly.
“What is the worst case, if she wakes up Doc?” Harry asked quickly.
“Worst case, she might not be able to take care of her-self, or even talk anymore. But we are not expecting that to happen. The worst case we are anticipating for, is memory loss.”
“Memory loss?” Draco questioned, rubbing his left palm on his pants to prevent from himself from panicking.
“Yes, son…most cases, it is temporary. Others…well, others, it is permanent. We won’t know anything until she wakes up, but I want you both to prepare yourselves…Ms. Granger, might not remember either of you.”
@saxman66- Well, I wasn't actually going to make this story a long one but if you guys want sex scenes...Well hell yes I can do sex scene! I had an ending prepared but really I can do it whenever and it wont mess up the story. I'll think of something to make the story longer and add the juicy bits :)
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