Don't let this darkness fool you (all lights turned off can be turned on)

Chapter 4

Draco blinks groggily as he wakes up to the sound of rustling in his room. He squints against the bright light filtering in through the window, trying to make sense of his surroundings. As his vision clears, he sees Hermione using her wand to pack his belongings into a bag.
"Granger, what are you doing?" he mumbles, his voice hoarse from sleep and the remnants of the previous night.

Hermione can't help but notice how her core flutters at the sound of Draco's morning voice.

Pushing the (definitely not arousal) down she turns to Draco with a smile, her movements swift and efficient as she continues packing. "Good morning, Draco," she greets him. "I'm helping you pack. You're being discharged today, remember?"

Draco blinks again, the realization dawning on him as the fog of sleep clears from his mind. "Oh, right," he says, rubbing his eyes tiredly "can you at least be quieter"

Hermione rolls her eyes and lets one of the suitcases drop to the floor causing Draco to narrow his eyes at the curly haired woman.

"No i will not be quieter, it's time for you to get dressed and get up" she states tossing him a black short sleeve shirt and some sweatpants. As she finished packing she can't help but notice the way his tousled hair falls across his forehead and the way his eyes crinkle slightly as he rubs the sleep from them.

Draco catches the clothes Hermione tosses him, giving her a half-hearted glare before
transferring himself into his chair and rolling himself into the bathroom to begin getting dressed. He looks at himself in the mirror and before putting in his rings and looks at the dragon tattoo that's strategically wrapped around his dark mark, he feels a pang in his chest as he remembers that despite all the tattoos he gets, he's still a deatheater. But as he looks at himself in the mirror, Draco also sees a reflection of someone who's trying to change, who's trying to atone for his past mistakes.

"Hurry up Malfoy!" Hermione bellows "or i'm leaving your sorry arse here alone with the creepy old man nurse!"

Draco lets out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at Hermione's threat. "Don"t get your knickers in a twist Granger, I'm coming," he calls back, his tone laced with irritation as he finishes getting dressed and exits the bathroom.

He maneuvers his wheelchair out of the bathroom and back into the room, where Hermione stands with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. Draco can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at her bossiness. She isn't dressed in her usual business casual (apparently that's what muggles call it, he doesn't understand how business and casual go together but oh well), instead she's in an old hogwarts t-shirt, leggings (which definitely don't hug her arse in all the right places) and some tennis shoes.

"Happy now, Granger?" he quips, arching an eyebrow as he glances at her.

Hermione rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Just making sure you don't dawdle," she retorts, her tone teasing.

Draco grunts and puts his bag in his lap and they head to the floo in the hospital.

"can you even floo with a chair" Draco ponders looking at the floo.

Hermione chuckles at Draco's question. "Of course you can," she reassures him, stepping up to the fireplace. "They've modified the floo network to accommodate wheelchairs. It's all perfectly safe."

"Perfectly safe my arse, that's what they said about Voldemort before he tried to kill half of the wizarding population"

Hermione ultimately decides to ignore his remark and steps into the floo tossing a handful of floo powder into the flames and calls out their destination. In a swirl of green flames, she disappears from view, leaving Draco to follow suit.