Nothing As It Seems

Chapter 4: The Aftermath

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I am woefully behind in my updating but grabbing hold of a laptop during vacation is definitely an endeavour, nonetheless...

The preceding warning applies to this chapter, and our final main character will be introduced properly to you in the following chapter.

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-TheDarkLady

“Hermione he’s waking! Administer the potion!”

“I can’t! His heart rate is too high. He’s awfully feverish, eyes are out of focus. Draco, Draco can you hear me?” She asked her voice was warm and reassuring, but her actions were somewhat panicked.

She took his pulse as she stroked his hair.

“Hermione, do it now!”

“No, I’ll have to put him under again, he’s experiencing mild shock! Yes, Trip master will be alright!” She shook her hair out of her face.

“Malfoy, can you understand me? Just nod. Yes…no? Olarye he’s not responding!”

“What did I tell you little Otter?” The other voice came slightly agitated.

“Malfoy….Draco I know you can hear me! Just listen ok. It’s alright, everything will be fine.” She said in soothing tones, her hand was still taking his pulse.

“You’re safe.” She said, his eyes finally met hers.

His breathing slowed, and was still heavy but his heart rate, thank Merlin was receding slowly back to normal.

She kept the eye contact as she blushed slightly, when he wasn’t guarded his eyes were entrancing.

His eyelids fluttered, and with a deep breath he opened them.

“Granger?” Came his voice, more gravelly than usual. He cleared it and motioned to get up, when Hermione’s small palms pushed him down firmly yet tenderly.

She reached for something on his bedside table, he detected that same scent as she leaned over him and with her wand, a cork flew over the end of the room.

She looked at him steadily and ordered, “Drink.”

“No,” he refused plainly, just as steadily as she had.

She rolled her eyes, “Malfoy, drink it if you know what’s good for you. I’m a healer, I know what I’m doing.” She said with a surprisingly warm and soft voice, as though to soothe him.

“And if I poisoned you I’d lose my job.” She said hastily as an afterthought.

His eyes narrowed as he studied her. Her scarf was askew and her robes had been thrown carelessly on the hooks near his bathroom. She wore a flattering pair of close fitting trousers and a simple top that complemented her eyes. Traces of rain shone through her voluminous hair, and her eyelashes. Her hair was frazzled and shiny with their bouncy curls flooding the air with their delicate scent.

Eyes were warm and unique that striking mixture of molten amber and honey, a dash of cinnamon as well.

Lips were rosy and cheeks highly flushed, as though nervous. But everything about her was earnest and innocent. She really meant well.

He irritably sighed and reached out his hand, “Fine I’ll have the damned potion then.”

She knocked over his hand gently and with an absent twirl of her wand summoned another empty glass with a pinch of shrivel fig. She dusted the other potion with it and crushed monkshood thoroughly through the potion and with her wand going clockwise and counter-clockwise she rounded on him.