"Don't You Dare!" ~ A Dramione Story

Chapter 32

(Mildly graphic injury description)

A few days later Hermione was heading down for breakfast in the Great Hall, when she stepped into a puddle at the top of the stairs.

Draco was just exiting the common room himself when he heard the tumbling sound, followed by an awful thud. He noted the spill, before stepping over it, and racing down them himself. When he reached the bottom his stomach lurched. Hermione lay in a crumpled pile, one arm facing the opposite direction that an arm should face, with several horrifying bruises forming across various parts of her body. Blood trickled from her lip, which she had bitten through as she fell.

"Hermione?" He whispered. He felt incredibly nauseous. She looked worse than the day she had been kidnapped by the snatchers. He shook away his fear and gently as he could gathered her into his arms before racing for the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey! Quick! Hermione is hurt!" He yelled as he burst through the door.

The older woman instantly looked up with worry on her face before running over to him, and helping him lay Hermione down on a bed. Madame Pomfrey couldn't help but stare at the damage done to the girl.

"What exactly happened?"

"She slipped at the top of a stair case and fell to the bottom. What's wrong with her? Can you fix it?"

Madame Pomfrey had to hold back her shock at the anguish on the young man's face. Any thoughts she had accusing him of what happened vanished.

She pulled out her wand and scanned her body for the most damaged points other than the obvious broken arm.

"She has two broken ribs." She murmured to herself, before directing her wand at Hermione's arm. "Brackium Emendo" She said before doing the same for her ribs.

Draco paced beside her nervously, watching as the skilled witch mended Hermione's, bones, and lips.

"Mr Malfoy if you would hand me that purple jar there." She said calmly.

With shaky hands he did his best to hand it over to her and watched with awe as she spread some of the thick cream over the bruises on Hermione's battered body. Slowly they lightened in color until nearly unnoticeable.

"Now Mrs Granger will need to stay here in the infirmary for a few days. Would you kindly go gather her stuff for me?" Madame Pomfrey asked him kindly.

He nodded before racing back to get her her stuff.

He grabbed a pillow, a few well used books, and one of the plush throws from the common room. He also grabbed her magic muggle medicine. He left the common room in a haste and was about to run down the stairs when he froze. The puddle at the top of the stairs was gone.

How was that possible? No one but Madame Pomfrey knew what had happened. No one was sent to clean it up.

Unless. Draco thought his blood running cold. Unless it hasn't been an accidental spill, or leak. Unless,  it had been done on purpose.