The Assistant ✔️

41-Not Allowed

The Ambulance left, Draco was still kneeling in the street, covered in Hermione's blood, and his tears.
He coughed, clearing his throat, before getting up and apperating to the muggle hospital that was stuck on the back of the ambulance.
He pushed the doors open and barged through to the front desk, his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed.

"Hermione Granger?" He said, clearly, ignoring the stares he got for his messy appearance.

"Who?"she asked, chewing on a piece of blue bubble gum, open mouthed.

"The woman who had been in a mugg- in a car accident.."he mumbled, clenching his fists.

The woman pointed at the note pad on her desk, which was etched in scruffy handwriting that was hard to read.

"Third floor?"he repeated.

The woman nodded, going back to her large computer to play candy crush, the piece of gum getting stuck between her two front teeth.
Draco walked up the stairs, pushing past the coughing, spluttering diseased peoples of London.
He walked up to the third floor, towards the desk where an unattractive little bald man sat, ticking something off on a clip chart.

"Excuse me, Do you know where a Miss Granger is?" Draco Asked, as the man looked up at him, supporting a few strands of hair that was supposedly his beard?

"Down the hall, on the left, she is in surgery at the moment sir, I will tell you when you can see her,"

Draco nodded and sat down in the waiting room.
His elbows where propped up against his knees, and his head was in his hands, and he sobbed again, not of sadness, but of anger.
Anger that he had been sleeping with someone else on the side for months and months, and not even giving Hermione a second thought of how she would feel.
Maybe the worst part of it was that he didn't even tell her the truth, she found out on her own.

He scoffed and sacked himself in the head a few times, muttering things like
"What an arse hole, I'm so stupid"

Hermione didn't even do anything wrong for him to actually do that, she was amazing, not perfect, but still amazing.

She was brilliant, kind, thoughtful, considerate, beautiful.

Draco was her opposite.

He was spiteful, cunning, cruel, broken.

And now he had broken her as-well.
She didn't deserve this.

She deserved moonlight walks on the beach and picnics by the river.

She deserved trips to exotic country's and dinners in fancy restaurants.

It'd been hours that he sat there, in the waiting room, waiting (obviously) for anything to come up, all good of course.

Sooner or later, the small bald man trotted up to Draco, and smiled.
"What's your name, son?"

"Draco Malfoy,"

"Ok, I'll send the message, we need to get the acceptance from the patient first,-"

"So she's awake now?"

"Yes, barely though, poor thing" The man patted Draco in the knee and walked away down the hall to Hermione's room.

When he came back, he crossed his arms expectedly, and waited for response.

"I'm afraid you are not allowed to see her, sir, she doesn't want to see you"

Draco looked down angrily, and sucked in a breath.

"I'm sorry sir," the man walked back towards the desk, and sat doodling a lady bug on his chart.

Draco got up and walked down the hall, he would see her, he had to.
When he reached the room, he looked through the clear windows, and saw her lying in the pristine bed, staring up at the ceiling, stitched up everywhere, bandages all over her body, and the heart monitor beside the bed, beeping.

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Hermione stares up at the ceiling, breathing steadily, every inch of her body aching painfully.
She frowned, before cracking a grin and muttering "What a day.."

Her eyes traveled around the ceiling, to the small spot of black paint that wasn't supposed to be there, and her mind traveled to the beautiful ceilings and painted walls of cathedrals and churches.

"This place could use a colourful lick of paint.."she whispered again, smirking, as her eyes grazed towards the windows, where a familia face was standing, watching her with sad eyes.
The blood drained from her face, and she smiled again, before levitating her hand, and sticking her middle finger up at him, before going back to the ceiling and humming a small tune.