When Hermione Fights

Waking Up

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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I suddenly awoke from a deep unconsciousness. Opening my eyes, I was immediately awake, my heart racing at an unnatural, almost painful pace that made me gasp involuntarily. Then I was frightened again when I first saw Severus's long, dark hair and pale face, somewhat removed.

In the corner of my eye, I spotted long blonde hair and then, closest to me, Draco's grey eyes, which worriedly looked at me. I was surrounded.

Wow, that was a shock! All three who tried to drive me crazy in one place! Those were my still somewhat foggy thoughts, but then my brain started to work slowly and I wondered what was going on.

"Why are there four of us in my... bed?" I asked worriedly, and even if their masks always sat well, I could read their amusement about my question in their eyes.

"Well, dear, unfortunately I have to disagree with you. This is my bed," Lucius visibly enjoyed this statement.

I opened my eyes wide and looked around in surprise in the dark room which was illuminated only by a small light. As a result, I didn't see much, except that the bed was very big, much bigger than Draco's bed, and I let my strangely heavy head fall back into the pillow impassively.

"And how did I come to have the honour, Lucius, of lying in your bed?" I asked with strangely heavy limbs, after I had tried for a moment to process the information.

"A long and rather unpleasant story, Hermione," Severus intervened meticulously.

"Draco?" I breathed then because I lacked the memory, completely. Everything in my head was empty.

I felt him lift my hand and kiss it gently. Yes, those were his lips and so I closed my eyes and nodded. Now I was ready for everything that was to come, for he was there. He would support me if necessary.

They told me about the assassination attempt that Narcissa had unscrupulously committed on me and the more Lucius went into detail, the more my memory came back. Quick pictures flashed up before me, that showed Lucius holding his head in his hands and lying down on me, how he carried me... Yes, I remembered a lot of things that revealed to me a man, a Lucius, whom I had not yet met and I inevitably had to ask myself whether I liked that side of him .

Somehow he reminded me very much of Draco and that on top of him already resembling him so much in appearance. Was that good? Because as I was only too aware that Lucius unfortunately did not leave me unaffected. Whatever. Right now, there were matters more urgent than my questions regarding how I stood with Lucius, and my head was still a little dizzy.

I measured him attentively in the faint glow of the light as he scrutinized me impenetrably with his dark grey eyes, while Severus explained to me how close it had actually been. The poison of the castor oil plant, whose seeds were very toxic and contained the poison lectin, had been administered to me by Narcissa. Severus continued by listing that this poison caused nausea, fever, and arrhythmia, which then led to death if one did not act quickly, as Lucius had done in his all-considering nature. He had kept a cool head and thus the foresight to save me with the bezoar.

I could only look at him with big and grateful eyes. I had to admit to myself that I could have plunged into these smoky grey depths, which were examining me amazingly gently right now and held me captive. He seemed to want to grasp exactly how I was taking in the events and I gave him this brief insight so that he could see my gratitude.

"That was a close one then," I summarized plainly.

I had to digest the fact that Narcissa almost managed to send me to the afterlife. This realization that I had entered this trap too stupidly and good-naturedly did not appeal to me at all. If I did, then I would die spectacularly in a fight, but certainly not so insidiously, profanely and ordinarily by getting poisoned, that was out of the question.