Dramione12: Don't You Hesitate

       Oh, Don't You Hesitate

All bandaged up and strictly ordered to not make too much movements, Draco had very limited options on what he could do. He was bored and slightly less irritated. His right side hurt so damn bad, it was throbbing and he could feel it. He decided he was going to kill whoever the bastard was that did this to him, but he did keep in mind he was partially, just a little, at fault.

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Hermione couldn't believe what she witnessed on the Pitch out there that day with what happened to Draco. She caught sight of him almost catching the Snitch and actually thought that Slytherin was going to win, but then the next thing she knew, people were making loud commotions and Draco was free falling to the ground. Her breath was caught in her throat when Harry finally caught him before he hit the ground.

She was on her way to the Hospital Wing to visit him. It'd been a bit of a challenge to escape her fellow students and their victory party without being noticed as gone, but she ended up managing just fine.

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Draco heard someone at the door and turned his head to it's direction. Hermione stood in the doorway for a few seconds before walking to Draco's bed and stood beside him. When she was done, she was looking down on him and him up at her.

"Why are you here?" Draco asked some-what sourly. "Shouldn't you be with Potter and Weasel-Bee? "

"I wanted to know how you were. It looked like the Blunger hit you hard from where I was sitting."

"Oh, really? You actually saw that?" He scoffed and looked at the ceiling. " Weren't too distracted?"

" How could I be distracted when every single Gryffindor around me kept whispering about how Slytherin was actually going to win?"

Draco turned his head back at her and threw her a look. "Oh, I don't know. From the looks of it, you were plenty distracted with that kid…what's the name? Reid? What, with his scrawny arm around you and all, and you laughing. 'He-he, ha-ha'."

"Reid?" Hermione said confused, then, with the mocking face Draco was making, instead of being mad, she laughed.

"What!?" Draco demanded.

Hermione wiped the single tear in her right eye and finished laughing. "I'm sorry, but your face just looked so stupid. " She chuckled for a bit. "Reid was just thanking me for helping him with a few things on the test in DADA and he told me to watch out cause he'd probably outdo me on it and that just made me laugh cause…well, you know."

Draco closed him eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Granger, top of all her classes."

"Right," commented Hermione. "But why would you care about Reid and all?"

Draco used his left hand to make minor hand motions. "Nothing, just thought he was flirting cause he fancied you or something." He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione, again.

"So, what if he fancies me?" Hermione put hands on her hips. " I find it rather flattering!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. It just didn't look right. You two, I mean." He shook his head. " I don't know."

"Wh-"

"Let's just drop it, Granger," said Draco. "I don't know about you, but I say we've gotten a bit off topic, don't you think?"

"Uh…yeah," Hermione reluctantly agreed. "So, how's your side?"

"Excruciatingly painful, thanks for asking," replied Draco while rubbing his temple.

"You okay?" Hermione asked, referring to his head since he was rubbing it, seeming as if to relieve something.

"Ugh, just a slight headache. It's okay. It'll go away."

Hermione looked around and noticed that Madam Pomfrey wasn't anywhere to be. "Where's Madam Pomfrey?"

"She was called out a while ago. Said she'd be back," Draco replied.

"Eh…so…when're you going to be…um discharged?" asked Hermione.

Draco grunted. "Hopefully soon. I hate this place. It's so boring."

"I don't see any of your Slytherins around here," Hermione observed. "Why is that?"

Draco smirked, for the first time after the match. "They know better than to see me in here and pity me. I'd shoot myself before letting that happen."

"I see. Scared of you, are they?"

"Yep."

"And obviously I'm not, cause I'm here and you're still alive."

"Well, that's cause you're different."

Before Hermione could recover and respond to that very surprising response from Draco, Madam Pomfrey came in muttering to herself. She saw Hermione and didn't seem the least bit annoyed. She probably felt sorry for Draco not having anyone visit him during the whole she was in the same room as him. "Ah Ms. Granger. Perfect." She walked over to the two. "Now, Ms. Granger, I've just spoken to Dumbledore concerning Mr. Malfoy's condition. I fear he'll have a hard time sitting up, laying down or just simply walking!"

"Wonderful! I'm practically disabled." growled Draco.

"Shush," Madam Pomfrey said to him. "I was worried that none of his house mates would assist him, but rather make fun and tease Mr. Malfoy for him condition!"

"As if I'd let them," mumbled Draco.

Hermione ignored him and said to Madam Pomfrey," But, Draco doesn't room in the Slytherin's House anymore. He's head boy, so-"

"Yes, yes," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. "I had realized that once Dumbledore mentioned it. That's why I'm glad you're here, Ms. Granger. " Draco and Hermione both sensed that something was about to happen.  "I wont have to find it necessary to track you down. Now, since Mr. Malfoy will most likely have trouble doing simple things due to the harsh bruising on his torso, I'll have to have you assist him until he fairs okay."

Draco's heart leaped. Having Granger as his servant? This was just rich. "Hear that, Granger? You have to serve me until I 'fair okay'!" He started to laugh, but stopped when he felt a sharp pain. Then he just cursed instead.

Madam Pomfrey gave Draco a look of disapproval, shook her head and sighed. "Ms. Granger, feel free to refuse Mr. Malfoy of any help if you feel he's abusing this arrangement."

Hermione nodded curtly. "Yes Madam Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey smiled and put one of her hands over the other. " Then it's done." She turned to Draco. "You will be discharged in the eve, but you will not attend dinner. I'll-"

"So you're planning on letting me starve, are you now!?" Draco let out. "If my father hears about-" Draco didn't finish because Hermione took the liberty of grabbing Draco's left hand and using it to cover his own mouth. Draco was far too weak and drained at that moment to break Hermione's hold.

"Mr. Malfoy, you jump to conclusions far too quickly," said Madam Pomfrey. "As I was saying, you will not attend dinner in the Great Hall. I fear that being scrunched between so many students will cause you too much pain."

'It's not like I can't handle pain,' Draco thought.

"So, I'm having it arranged for one of the kitchen Elves to bring up your food for you to your room. The same goes for you Ms. Granger," Madam Pomfrey said, nodding slightly to Hermione. Draco's eyebrows lifted as high as they could and Hermione, even though she covered his mouth with his hand, knew he was smirking.

"But he's got a perfectly good hand to use to feed himself!" Hermione argued. "I don't see the need for me to eat with him."

"You never know, Ms. Granger," replied Madam Pomfrey. "Mr. Malfoy here may fall and cannot get himself back up." She laughed at that. "Or simply maybe because he'd like for some company. It's never fun eating alone by yourself, you know."

Hermione just gave it. It was never like her to fight or argue with a Professor or teacher for something so stupid as to have to eat in her own dorm. "Alright," she said.

"Good," said Madam Pomfrey. "I only came here to check up on Mr. Malfoy, but I have to leave again for a while. I must run this letter over to Professor McGonagall. Blasted owls. I swear, the older they get, the more forgetful they are sometimes." Then she left, leaving Draco and Hermione the click-clacking noises of her shoes.

Hermione let go of Draco's hand, giving him the capability to talk again. "This'll be fun, won't it, Granger?" he said, slyly.

Hermione only sighed, but that was enough to give Draco his satisfaction. To him, this almost made being in pain…more bearable! Hell, if any more good things came him way, he would praise the guy who got him there in the Hospital Wing. And THAT'S saying a lot.