A New Beginning[On Hold]

Chapter 19

I'm back!

Yay!

Let's go!

Hermione's POV:

Draco was conversing with my doctor.

I tuned out the talk, thinking about going home.

Soon, Draco finished.

He took a bag from the doctor and turned to me.

"Ready to go home?" He asked

I smiled.

"Yea." I said.

I took the bag from him and set it on my lap.

He grabbed hold of the handles of my wheelchair.

I could walk without it, but they make me use it.

As soon as I get home, I'm going to ditch it.

Draco started to wheel me to the exit.

We got there quickly.

I looked up at Draco.

"Thank you." I said.

He smiled.

"For what? I haven't done anything!" He said.

I laughed.

"Sure." I said.

With that, he pushed me out the hospital door.

I looked back one last time.

I was ready to go home.

Draco's POV:

I, along with Hermione, was glad to get out of that hospital.

The smell of disinfectant was overpowering.

I never got used to it.

The day that I was just waiting for Hermione to wake up was the worst.

All the doctors and nurses looked at me with pity.

They knew that I was alone.

I was just waiting.

And when Hermione was awake, I was so happy.

I thought that I had lost her.

Hermione's POV:

Draco had helped me into his car.

We were now driving home.

I was sitting in the back, with room to stretch out.

I was glad that Draco was in the front, not Ron.

"So. What do you want to do when we get home?" He asked.

I smiled.

"Eat decent food." I said.

Draco laughed.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, first I have to get you your medicine." He said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Painkiller." He said.

"Oh." I said.

"It's just a small pill every six hours." He said.

"Good." I said.

He smiled.

"Then I have to wrap your injuries." He said.

I sighed.

"That'll take a long time, won't it." I said.

"Good question." Draco said.

I groaned.

"How about after we do that, I can take you out to eat?" He asked.

I smiled.

"Sure!" I said.

"You know, I love seeing you happy." He said.

"Thanks." I said.

"I mean it." He said, turning around to look at me.

"You know what?" I asked.

He smiled, turning to look at the road.

"What?" He asked.

"You're my favorite platinum blonde."

Well, Hermione gets to go home.

No more hospitals!

Let me tell you.

Hospitals suck.

When I was five, I was in the hospital for two days because of dehydration.

And it was the new year.

Hospital visits have to be on the worst days.

Well, I hope that you like this update.

Lots of love and Potter vibes, Vanessa