Break for me

Feels

     "This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous." Hermione protested, her head in her hands.

     "But necessary – we need to do some testing." The Healer told her sympathetically.

     "We don't know the full effect, and the amount of the draught that you've been dowsed with could be very unhealthy for you-" A short Medi-Witch interrupted sternly..

    "-But surely I would have started to feel something by now if that were the case?" She felt truly exasperated with the whole situation now.

    "- Just trust our judgement, Auror Granger," The medi-with with bright orange hair told Hermione as she set a jug of water and a plate of biscuits down on the little table. "If we don't keep you in for at least forty-eight hours then we are not doing our jobs properly."

    Hermione huffed, sitting on the bed whilst still covered with a blue, glittery substance that smattered her robes, neck and the ends of her hair. She had been told to get a shower straight away, but was far more concerned with the fact that everything was suddenly happening so fast and information was only being given to her in dribs and drabs.

    She had been passed from pillar to post, no one quite knowing what to do about her situation since she had arrived at St Mungo's directly from the scene of her exposure.

    She knew that whatever was happening to her was quite serious, but she just wasn't quite sure just how serious. Not yet, anyway.

   The only thing she knew for certain is that this was more than likely Malfoy's fault, not that she would openly blame him for it. He was currently her working partner and they were usually so in tune with each other's presence and next steps.

   But he had chosen today to miscalculate his movements precisely at the wrong moment, and now instead of him sitting there covered in blue, sparkly shit, it was her.

   He had apologised profusely afterwards and on the way to St. Mungo's, of course. Argued that he didn't know she was behind him – which she believed to be true because she had moved into that position at the last second.

    But she thought Malfoy had Gilhooley – The counterfeit thief that they had been tracking for months – and thought Draco was disarming him.

    That was until it was too late and the sneaky bastard had grabbed the container of liquid that they suspected he was trying to sell on the black-market, had opened the lid and subsequently thrown it in their direction in a bid to get away.

    Hermione was hit; Malfoy was not. He did however manage to move out of the way in time to run after Gilhooley in order to arrest him – so that was a blessing in disguise, she had supposed.

    Draco was always good at the rough and tough, whereas Hermione was the level headed one who tried to keep his temper from snapping whenever he was agitated with the suspects that they arrested. It worked most of the time, but she had an inkling that Draco Malfoy quite liked the rough and ready side of things.

    Hermione had been an Auror for several years after training began when she had completed her final year of Hogwarts. She had two previous partners before Malfoy, both of them women who had gone on to have children and then never returned to re-partner with Hermione for one reason or another.

    Draco had trained later on in his twenties and was eventually given to Hermione for him to shadow her – as it turns out, Draco did indeed shadow her. With his height, size and his talent.

    He was a force to be reckoned with and she was often left in awe of the way he handled both himself and their work cases, remaining constantly professional and composed, even when he did go a little rough around the edges. But Hermione didn't mind that... she eventually found that it added to his appeal.