Déja Vu

Chapter 16

They were waiting in the living room, anxious. They had no quick way back to Hogwarts. Any form of transport would take hours at minimum and there was no way to apparate. Even to fly on broomsticks or as Death Eaters (there was only Blaise) would take too long. Floo Powder was out of the question. Narcissa didn't have any, and fireplaces to Hogwarts were blocked. All they could do was wait...

The telltale crack of someone apprating shocked them all into movement. The sight they were met with motored everyone's actions. Draco was bruised and beaten up, Hermione was barely concious and Theo curled up on the floor, the glint of a knife visible in the light of the large chandeliers Malfoy Manor held.

Pansy helped Hermione stand and apparated with her first. Narcissa and Luna went with Draco. Blaise helped Ron with Theo. Ginny apparated with Druella.

St Mungo Healers were very busy that night, and was very crowded when the rest of the Weasley family filed in. Ginny made everyone swear to shit their mouths about Hermione being a Death Eater, before they notified Molly. They reluctantly told her it was Harry when she pressed for information. They sat, all of them, waiting for news. Half an hour passed, and Draco hobbled over. Of all the Weasleys present, Ron was the only one that didn't seem either suspicious or angered. In fact, he and Pansy helped him down. "How are the bruises?" Pansy asked.

When no reply was given she blew at her hair in annoyance."I'm not flirting with you or anything. I'm simply asking how you're a feeling. An answer would be nice."

When Draco cracked a smile, Pansy grinned as well. "See? That wasn't so bad."

One of the nurses interrupted them. "She's hallucinating. Screaming about the Dark Lord returning and killing people. She's throwing curses and jinxes in her sleep."

All earlier drowsyness and dizziness was gone as Draco jumped and somehow managed to make his way to Hermione's room. He avoided the Killing Curse by mere inches. "Granger, it's me."

Hermione stopped throwing charms and curses. Draco sat down on the chair next to her bed. "What's the matter?"

Hermione began mumbling incoherently, but Draco caught a few words. "Dark Lord ... coming back ... Voldemort ... big asshole..."

Draco actually laughed and noticed Hermione smile. "Funny, Granger. I know you're awake now."

Hermione's eyelids fluttered open. "Well, you're a sight to see first thing."

"I know. I'm gorgeous, aren't I?"

Hermione smirked. "Hardly. Half your face looks like you were in a catfight. "

Draco grinned. "Not looking so good yourself, Princess."

Hermione sat up and took in the damage she had caused. "I did all that in my sleep?"

Draco nodded and looked around. Holes in the walls and ceiling, one in the window, burn marks along the floor and walls, and Hermione's bedsheets sporting their own burn marks. "Looks like you set yourself on fire in your sleep."

"No duh, hey? How're you doing?" Hermione poked one particular bruise on Draco's cheek.

"By now, I'm almost immune to pain. I'm doing okay, Princess."

Hermione grinned. "And Nott?"

Draco frowned. "From what I've picked up, no one knows. They think they're still trying to fix him up."

Hermione swung her legs off the bed and when a nurse tried to stop her, she shooed her away. "You can't walk! You've taken two Crucios to the stomach and more!"