𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 12

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"She'll need to stay for the remainder of the day to take her medication. The wound punctured her left lower quadrant; she's extremely lucky to be alive."

The lights blurred in a frenzy of luminosity above her eyes as they slowly cracked open.

Her brain was swimming, drowning her forehead in a sense of wooziness and feverish agony she couldn't shake. Crust had built up in the threads of her eyelashes, the whiteness of her dress replaced with a blue-dotted hospital gown.

She groaned at the silver chains wrapped around her wrists, locking her to the bedpost; had he said she was lucky to be alive?

Hermione in no way felt lucky; in fact she felt cursed.

The wound may have been painful, but it would've been a way out. Her pills had been confiscated by a ridiculously annoying, stupid prick of a soldier.

He'd ruined her escape of life, even so unintentionally, again.

She eyed the white painted door with half open eyes; Draco was speaking to who she presumed was a healer of some sort.

He glanced through the window to see she was awake, and turned the doorknob, stepping inside.

"It seems everyone gets to stab you but me, Granger," he rolled his eyes, "I never did know you were such a slut for daggers."

"Are you jealous?" She snickered, unknowing if his statement was meant to be so derogatory. Even if it had been so, she'd merely found the comment entertaining.

"Just a little bit," he smirked, pulling a chair up to the side of her hospital bed.

"How long has it been?" She asked quietly, visibly squeezing her eyes shut and opening them repeatedly in attempt to pry the uncomfortable crust from her lash line.

"Three days. I'll get you a rag for the eye muck," he exclaimed disgustedly, "You look like one of those little white rodent dogs."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Thank—you?"

"Anytime, Granger," he strode out the door, leaving her alone in the ridiculously bright room. Perhaps it wasn't as bright as she thought; she had been asleep for 72 hours.

Despite the long nap, she in no way felt revitalized. A sharp pain echoed throughout her abdomen when she attempted to sit upwards.

"No, no—don't do that," Draco re-entered the room with a warmed wet rag in hand, throwing it to the counter, "For fuck's sake, Granger. Are you out of your mind?"

"I was just trying to-"

"Well don't," he scowled, placing a pillow behind her back so she wouldn't have to move any further, unbuckling her handcuffs with the key in his satchel. "You won't run if you know what's best for you."

"Just give me the damned rag," she groaned, catching it in her nimble fingers as he chucked it towards her.

He continued speaking as she scrubbed away at her closed inner eyes, the warmth of the water kind on her skin.

"Please tell me Higgs is fired," she mumbled in response to his little rant, throwing the rag to the sink in the corner of the little room.

"That's not particularly how it works, Granger," Draco sighed, sitting back in his chair, cleansing his boots of mud with a quick spell.

"Then tell me how it works," she insisted, watching as he shook his head in denial.

"If you'd actually read our forums, wouldn't you know?"