Stay With Me (Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Three

Draco Malfoy

I sat in the waiting room of a muggle hospital as Hermione received medical attention from a plethora of nurses and doctors. I trained my eyes on the muted TV that was mounted up in the corner of the room. Some sort of period drama was playing but I had almost no interest in what emotional turmoils the characters were experiencing, at least theirs weren't real.

When Hermione had called me I was shocked but had quickly made my way to her apartment. She didn't have a fireplace and I didn't think it would be good for her to travel by any form of magic anyway so I drove her to the hospital.

She passed out in the car which made me drive even faster which was fairly dangerous considering I was still learning how to drive properly, but all I could think about was getting her to the hospital as fast as possible. I had thought that she was going to die in my car with the amount of blood that was leaving her body, but the doctor assured me that she wasn't pregnant enough for a miscarriage to have killed her but that I definitely did the right thing getting her here as fast as I did.

I continued to stare up at the TV mindlessly until I heard my name being called by a nurse. I almost jumped out of my skin and quickly stood up to go see Hermione. The nurse inquired about my name as we walked and I could tell that she was trying to flirt but I really wasn't interested, normally I would be but today wasn't exactly what I would call normal.

When we got to Hermione's room I stood in the doorway for a moment, just staring at her, the tubes that ran out of her arms like snakes and the way that in that moment she looked so small and fragile, it hurt me to see her like this because I knew that for a small person she was incredibly strong in heart, mind and body. I will never forget the day she broke my nose with her right hook.

I only looked at her for about 30 seconds but it was enough time for me to lose myself to my thoughts and for a doctor to walk over and address me.

"Hi," she greeted in an almost cold manner. "My name is Doctor Lavor, are you the husband or the boyfriend?"

"Neither, I'm just a friend," when I said that her expression seemed to soften a little. 

"Is she in a relationship?"

"Yes,"

"Do you know much about their relationship?"

"A little, why?"

"Because her injuries are consistent with ongoing abuse and it seems as though she received quite a blow to the stomach. I wouldn't be sharing this with you except you are the only one here and Miss Granger has been unconscious since she arrived and we need to know if it is safe for us to release her back to a house where that is occurring."

"I'm not close enough to know anymore but I do know that when I was around them a lot, he sometimes had a quick temper. I don't think that he'd hurt her though, I think that he loves her too much to do that."

"You'd be surprised by how many men who are head over heels in love with their partners, beat their partners or abuse them in some way. If you find out anymore when she wakes up, please let me know."

"Of course, when should she be waking up?"

"Any minute now," Dr. Lavor said before explaining the usual 'she might be a bit groggy' bit and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. I walked over to Hermione's bedside and lowered myself into the uncomfortable plastic chair that sat there for guests. I would never understand why muggles seemed to have some sort of disdain for comfort when it came to hospitals. I hadn't been in many muggle hospitals but sometimes, like this, you just had no other option.

Every time I had been in a muggle hospital the chairs were awkward and uncomfortable, in wizarding hospitals you could fall asleep in seconds because they were so luxurious and comfortable.

I was awoken from my thoughts about chairs by a soft moan beside me as Hermione tried to move.

"Hermione, it's me, uh, Draco, you need to stay still or you'll hurt yourself," I stood up, so I was within her line of vision, and put a hand on her arm and she stared up at me with half closed eyes.

"Draco? What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?"

"You aren't at home, you're in the hospital. Hermione, you had a miscarriage."

"Oh," she whispered and looked down at her hands.

"What exactly happened? And please tell me the truth cos I honestly just want to help you." I said in what I hoped was a supportive tone, I wasn't really sure to be perfectly honest.

"It was Ron," she continued to whisper. "He was angry because I was home late and he slapped me and then punched me in the stomach. He didn't know that I was pregnant, he also doesn't know that I want to leave him."

"Why don't you leave him? Surely there are people you could stay with. I think you know you can't go back to him now, it's not safe for you."

"Ginny and Harry have just had a baby, my parents have no idea who I am, I have no other relatives and practically everyone I know who would be willing to take me in is a Weasley. And I don't know what he would do if I did actually try and leave him."

"Why don't you stay with Pansy?"

"She's planning her wedding," Hermione said before leaning back against her pillows and yawning loudly.

"We can talk more about this in the morning but for now you should get some sleep. You've been through a lot tonight and I'm willing to bet you're still half asleep with the painkillers that they gave you."

"Okay," she said and closed her eyes and within in seconds she was asleep again.