Kismet

Chapter 2

As Draco nervously made his way to talk to the healer, I held my breath subconsciously. I hoped with everything I had that Narcissa was okay. I don’t think I could bare another person taken away from me, or Draco for that matter because of Voldemort. He may not be around anymore, but things are still done in his name. It all makes me sick because so many good people fought so all of this would stop and many people died for it, too. I sat there with Cissa’s blood on my clothes and it was just as red as mine has always been. Me, a mudblood, had just saved a pureblood life. I fought so that this could be acceptable. She better make it, or I might honestly give up on humanity for good.

He was after Narcissa. The thought sprang into my conscious mind, it must have been there for some time and only now would I let myself think about It. And before I could analyze the thought more I was being tapped on the shoulder by another Healer. He said something about me needing to be looked over, but his words were all fuzzy and then it looked like time slowed down. I saw Harry’s alarmed face and then everything was black.

I had gone into shock. I don’t know how that happened after everything I had already been through. If I’m to be honest with myself, then I could say I was ashamed at myself. I freaking fainted! The worst thing is I fainted before I could find out what happened to Narcissa. I soon found myself with an overwhelming need to know if she was okay, or not. Maybe you should open your eyes first, Hermione. That, would probably be a good idea as the realization that I could hear muffled voices and whispers around me suddenly made itself known.

“Shh Harry, the Healer said she needed to rest,“ Ginny tried to whisper. She was an absolute awful whisperer, if I had to be honest. “Gosh Gin could you be any louder?” I said before I realized I had even spoken. Whoops. I still had my eyes closed because I knew the inquiry that would be waiting for me, but I really did have to know if Narcissa was okay. I slowly opened my eyes and let myself adjust to the brightness of the room. Why were hospitals always so white and fluorescent? It is freaking awful and an eyesore. Was that the hospital’s goal? To blind their patients? I don’t see the point, or purpose in that. I vow to never have completely white walls, or anything completely white again. Alright Hermione, enough procrastinating. I blinked a few times and took a look around at my surroundings. I was in a two bed room that had a curtain separating the middle and an anxious looking Ginny, a slightly amused Harry, a calm Shacklebolt, and a red faced Ron. Ron? When did he get here?

Ron opened his mouth to no doubt tell me loudly as to why he is furious with me this time. I really had no idea as to what I’d done now. Though, before he could make a sound Ginny cut him off in her usual fashion, “Hermione, there you are! How are you feeling?” That was a good question. How was I feeling? Groggy, tired, achy, and heavily medicated. Though, I think she was working for something along the lines of, “Fine, I think. How is Narcissa? Did she make it?” I asked urgently. Please say she’s okay. Please!

“She is doing just fine. She was healed in time. The healers said that if you hadn’t been there, or reacted as fast as you did then she would have lost too much blood to recover from,” Kingsley answered from his perch in the chair by my feet. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was okay. Draco must be so relieved that his mum was okay. I can’t imagine what must have been going through his mind when he heard from my patronus, or when the Healer needed to speak to him. It must have been terrifying. That does bring up one of the many questions running through my mind. He hugged me, was he overcome by emotion? Was he so thankful for being there? Draco bloody Malfoy hugged me. How am I supposed to handle that? I must have been staring into nothing, lost in my thoughts, longer than I thought because I was suddenly being shaken rather hard. Harder than was necessary for sure.

“Ron, don’t be so rough! She’s still medicated and whatnot, I mean she’s still lying in the bloody hospital bed for crying out loud!” Harry exclaimed while pulling Ron off me. Ron had been acting strange the past few months. He was more distant, less happy, and angrier. I don’t know what was wrong because he has shut me out. I try talking to him about what’s wrong, but he keep saying nothing and telling me that I don’t need to know everything. It hurt every time he would turn me away I mean it’s been three months since we were last intimate. I missed him, but every time I would advance he would say that he wasn’t in the mood. How am I supposed to take that? How should any girl handle it when her boyfriend doesn’t want to have sex with her?