Chapter 5
Blaise
"Holly shit!" I jump off the bed and get down on my knees next to her. "Come on, wake up, wake up, wake up!" I shake her trying to wake her but she doesn't move. "Please don't let me be the death of the golden girl—" she opens her eyes and I nearly jump out of my skin. "Oh thank Salazar!" I immediately give her my hand and help her to her feet then to the bed.
"Holy shit granger, you scared the living shit out of me, are you okay?" I say accioing a glass of water before handing it to her. "Yeah, sorry, just got a bit faint. I probably just need to eat something."
Yeah, like a feast.
Hermione
I quickly chug the glass of water he brings me and breathe a sigh of relief. "When was the last time you ate, granger?" My eyes meet his and I see concern swimming in his eyes. Sometimes snake's really are better than lions. "The battle was may 2nd?" He nods.
"I don't know, like two—eight days before that." His eyes widen. "Holy fuck, granger!" He exclaims then at realizing just how loud he said it lowers his voice and says, "how are you still alive?" I shrug. "We didn't have much food on the run, so when we ran out we had to just live off of berries and plants we found in the woods, after a while you just get used to the hunger."
I don't mean to let the words slip, don't mean to share that tidbit of information that for me is just a little too venerable, but it comes out anyway. "I'm sorry." He says and by the look in his eyes, he means it but I only laugh. "We all made sacrifices, we just have to hope that one day they'll be worth it—now if you'll excuse me." I get up from the seat on the bed, Blaise holding my arm to steady me.
"—I have people to heal, libraries to search, books to read, and headmasters to hate." I say grabbing my bag from the floor and slinging it over my shoulder. "Take care of yourself granger," Blaise says with a small nod.
"Salazar knows no one else will."
I finally make it to the girls dormitories, Zabini's words still heavy in my mind as I knock on the door he directed me to. "Fuck off, arseholes!" A voice calls from inside the door and I take it as my que to enter. Upon entering I'm met with the site of pansy under her bed covers with a pillow covering her face.
"I said—Granger?" She questions once the pillow is removed and she is able to see just who exactly walked in. "Well, if it isn't gryffindors golden girl, come to see the lowly peasants have you?" She says with a sarcastic smile and a shake my head with a grin. "Just came to make sure you lot didn't die yet, would rob me of the chance to murder Theo my self."
She snorts. "Sorry Granger, I already called dibs on that one." I find myself smiling wider then I have in quite a while. "How are you pans?" I ask my voice lower this time as not to be heard. Imagine the scandal, Slytherin duchess and Gryffindor princess, friends? The uproar that would have caused in school. "As good as one can be when they're dying."
"Well, good thing I'm here to remedy that." I said walking closer and dropping my bag to the floor by her bed. I pull out my wand and cast a diagnostic charm. I study them carefully and my attention is brought to her veins that are highlighted in bright red on the chart. I end the spell and immediately pull down the covers on her body. "Granger what the hell—" I grab her arm and see that her veins have turned pitch black.
"Holly shit!"
Pansy
"What, what is it?" I yell but she just ignores me and grabs her bag and starts emptying it on the floor and digging through the impossible amount of things that fell out. "Granger?" I start to panic. "Granger, what's wrong!?" I yell but she just ignores me yet again, the only indication she even heard me is that she search's faster.
I hear steps rushing towards the room and can only hope they get here before one of us has a bloody heart attack. Finally the door opens. "Thank Salazar!" I exclaim as a younger Narcissa and surprisingly pretty Bellatrix walk in. "Is everything alright? We heard yelling." Narcissa says in her oh so calm tone as I mentally freak out. "She cast a diagnostic charm and then just bloody panicked—"
I am cut off by granger fucking lunging at me with a needle and stabbing it into my arm. "What the fuck was that for......"
To hell I go."
Hermione
I'm left heaving once Pansy is knocked out as Narcissa and Bellatrix—who I've yet to even look at for fear of crying—stare at me like I'm a psycho, their eyes wide and fearful. "Sorry—" I take a moment to collect my breath before continuing, "for the theatrics," I gesture to the limp body of Pansy. "She—it was poison. A very contagious dangerous poison, I had to give her the antidote as soon as possible, and well....I didn't consider how that would look."
Narcissa nods excepting my explanation. "And you just had the antidote to said dangerous poison lying around in your bag?" Bellatrix replies with skepticism. I don't make eye contact with her—in fact I don't even look at her, instead I bring my eyes to my bag on the ground and the many contents of it spilled on the floor. "Urm, I—well yes...."
"I—my godfather was a potion master, in fact some say he was the best one yet." I say as I pick my things up from the ground and place them back in my bag. I stand, my bag once again over my shoulder. "I see." She says and though I feel her gaze on me I keep my eyes trained to the floor. Not ready. Not yet.
"Come, we'll walk you to the door." My eyes lift to meet Narcissas bright blue ones and I nod walking in front of them being the first out the door.
Not ready. Not yet.
Bellatrix
I furrow my brows and share a look with cissa behind the girls back as she walks out the room. What was that about? I ask with my eyes and if Narcissa's shrug is any indication she has no clue either.
We follow behind her and I try not to take in her disgusting appearance, From her matted and messy hair to her ripped and rugged clothes. If this is what the future generation is like I worry for our future. At least she's good with magic though. We finally reach the common room and it's like the world stops to stare.
The common room is currently filled with, Lucius, his son (my nephew), the lestrange brothers, Rabastian and Rodolphus, My sister Andromeda, Barty, Evan, and Regulus. The girl doesn't look at a single one as she makes her way to the door but every one of them looks at her.
Suddenly she stops in the middle of the room. I hear her huff out a annoyed sigh and I once again share a look with Narcissa who for once looks confused. She abruptly turns around and looks straight at Draco, Lucius's son. "Take off your shirt."
My head snaps back to her in a heart beat. She's walking over to him now with a slight look of determination in her eyes. One look at everyone in the room says that they too are taken back by her words. Though Barty and the lestrange boys smile like Cheshires.
"What?" Draco looks almost scared at her words and his eyes widen more with every step she takes. Everyone watches with rapid attention as she reaches him and stands directly in front of him crossing her arms.
"I said, take off your shirt.
Hermione
"I heard what you said, granger I—"
"If you heard what I said then why aren't you doing it?" I ask getting more annoyed by the second. "The real question is why do you want to get me naked so much!" He sneered and I couldn't help but scoff. "Trust me Malfoy the last thing I'd like too see today is your naked body, and just the insinuation of anything else makes me want to barf—quite similarly to Theo."
He. Fucking. Laughs. "Please, you don't Evan deserve to see my body—"
"Merlin, your an arse—"
"An arse you want to see."
I literally have to restrain myself so I don't choke the bloody hell out of him. "Just let me heal you for the love of Morgana—" I'm once again cut off by the arsehole. "I don't need—"
"Malfoy!" I yell cutting him off, making him go silent and I'm pretty sure I hear an 'oh shit.' In the background. I take a deep breath and for a second I'm pretty sure my eyes flashed.
"Malfoy, I'm currently malnourished, dehydrated, I haven't slept in weeks, I'm injured, and I'm tired, and from the goodness of my heart I decided to heal you so you don't drop dead—because if you do not let me treat the curse you will end up worse then Parkinson would have, and you will die, a long, miserable, death. So take my offer now to heal you because I'm telling you now I won't make it again." He glares at me for a moment then nods. "Good."
"Now turn to your side and take off your shirt." He glares at me as he removes his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine, even as he turns to face the side. I try to ignore the eyes of everyone in the room as I take a seat behind him on the couch.
I take in the curse and wince. There are four different pieces of wood embeaded in his back, and similar to pansy the veins around the wound have turned black and the skin red and puffy. "Fuck." The curse is familiar so I know how to treat it. I open my bag and reach an arm in and pull out tweazers. "Just how do you fit so many things in your bag?" Dromeda asks and I simply answer, "extention charm." withount looking up.
"Aren't those illegal?" A blond I beleive to be Evan Rosier asks and I just smirk at him. "You call it illegal, I call it a neccissary evil." Malfoy scoffs. "I'm sure that could be said for a lot of things---Ow! watch it women!" He gasps as I take that moment to pull one of the cursed peices of wood from his back causing what I'd guess is quite a lot of pain. "Oops." I give him a sickly sweet smile.
I continue to work on his back, removing the splints of cursed wood, until finally they're all gone. I grab my wand and whisper the counter curse and watch as his veins slowly go back to normal, I then heal the four wounds in the places where the peices of wood had resided, then rub some ointment on his back to cease the redness. "All done." He quickly pulls away from me pulling his shirt back on as quickly as it came off.
I stand up from the couch myself closing my bag and am met by narcissa. "Thank you, for healing my son and his friends." She says putting an arm on my shoulder and offering me a kind smile before giving me a questioning look. "But, I do wonder, how did you know the couter curse to the spell? I myself have never seen something quite like it."
I cross my arms and open my mouth to answer but Malfoy beats me to it. "Prbably cause she's the one who cast it." There was a gasp from one of the boys---Rosier I beleive. My shoulders hunch up a bit. "I didn't know it was you." I defended but It didn't make much difference. "And if you had would you have stopped?"
Yes...
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