comatose qualities p.3
Comatose Qualities
by circuitpolaroid
Rating: 14A Status: three of ?
Summary: Hermione prided herself on being a part of the wizarding world. But when all of that is taken away in seconds, the only one to save her is the very man she hates.
Word Count: 1,333
Author's Note: From this point on, the ratings will be increasing due to bloodshed, etc.
If Draco Malfoy was not currently cuffed to his hospital bed, Harry Potter would be dead from strangulation.
“I can’t believe you!” Draco roared, his voice echoing throughout the quiet halls of St. Mungo’s.
When Hermione Granger finally woke up from her five month coma, the Great Harry Potter did the unthinkable. He lied to her. Closing the curtains to Draco’s roaring, Harry Potter, with the help from Ronald Weasley, told Hermione that she was in the coma due to Draco Malfoy’s attempt to take her life.
“Calm down Malfoy. We all know you are just a dirty death eater,” Ron sneered from Hermione’s bedside where he pulled her curtains across to prevent Draco from looking at them.
Defeated, and still in a situation where he could not leave his bed, he lay back on his pillow and gritted his teeth.
He would leave this hospital no matter what.
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Potter and Weasley were gone for a coffee break. Draco had pretended to be asleep so they would leave. The entire five hours since Hermione woke up, his brain had been going haywire trying to figure out ways to get out and take Hermione with him. It was only just recently that he had perfected his plan of how to get out of the cuffs, even though it might tarnish his reputation more.
He was willing to risk it.
At midnight, when the hospital was beginning to wind down, Draco called in his nurse.
“Yes Mr. Malfoy?” She asked him, a frown on her face. This nurse, unluckily, did not fancy Draco at all. In fact, she hated having to look after him.
Draco motioned to his pants. “I have to go pee.”
The nurse rolled her eyes. “There is a bottle next to you Mr. Malfoy for precisely that reason. “
He looked at the cardboard bottle in disdain. “You expect me, a Malfoy, to use that primitive thing?”
The nurse’s shoes began to hit the floor impatiently. “Yes Mr. Malfoy! You are no more special than the rest of the patients!”
“Well if you expect me to pee in that, then I will piss on the bloody bed and you will have to clean it!” Draco threatened. He knew, from her telling another nurse, that she hated cleaning wet beds.
Her eyes went wide with his threat. “No! Fine Mr. Malfoy, you win! Hurry now, you mustn’t be caught or we’ll both be in trouble.”
“By whom? Potter? Please, he’s a softy,” Draco snickered and lifted his hand for the nurse to take the hand cuffs off of his hand. Freedom. As she bent over him, he took his precautionary glance down her shirt. Bliss. Freedom and bliss in the first two seconds of his escape plan. Things were going well.
He smirked and sat up slowly. She helped him to the bathroom and stood there, the door open, while Draco clutched at his hospital pants.
“You don’t seriously expect me to piss in front of you do you? I won’t piss in a bottle, and I definitely won’t piss in front of you. Close the door please. I won’t be going anywhere, there are no windows,” He reassured the nurse with a smirk and she closed the door reluctantly.
Perfect.
He went to the bathroom as planned, turned on the tap, and waited.
Five minutes went by before the nurse returned to knock on the door impatiently. “Mr. Malfoy! What in Merlin’s name are you doing in there? I’m coming in!”
Just as he planned.
The moment she opened the door, he grabbed a hold of her neck with his arm and dragged her out of the washroom. She struggled in his arm, making him almost lose his grip a few times.
He had to find his wand.
“Shut up and be quiet!” He said angrily, attempting to cover her mouth with his hand. She bit him.
His wand. The nurse kept screaming as he attempted to think of where it could be and keep a choke hold around her.
The alarms were set off, thanks to a passing nurse. Security guards would be in the room any minute, and it didn’t help that Hermione had awoken and was now yelling along with the nurse.
“What the hell are you doing Malfoy?” She yelled at him, shifting around in the bedside table for her wand. Draco pulled the nurse down to the ground with him as he checked under the hospital bed for his own. Jack pot.
“Stupid Potter! Right underneath me! And for your information Granger, I am getting the hell out of here!” He yelled at her. Pushing the nurse away from him just as the security guards, headed by Potter and Weasley, entered the room, he grabbed Hermione by her chest and pointed his wand at her throat.
Her wand had dropped.
Harry pointed his wand at Draco, sparks emitting angrily from it. Ron, about to curse Draco, was pushed back by Harry’s arm. “No Ron! You can’t hit him without hitting Hermione!”
“Exactly! Now if you will excuse dear Granger and I, we will swiftly exit from St. Mungo’s!” Draco grinned maliciously and pulled Hermione towards the window.
“Let go of me Malfoy! Harry, just hit him!”
Harry, upon Hermione’s command, began to shout out spells, hitting the wall around Draco to confuse him. Ron, however, had missed the targeted wall so he wouldn’t hit Hermione, and hit Draco in the chest. Draco was thrown backwards at the wall with Hermione, dust and stone falling on their heads.
That was a big mistake.
Draco forgot all about Hermione then. He jumped up, leaving Hermione sprawled unconscious on the ground from being hit on the head. His wand, having been snapped in half, puttered uselessly, but still he pointed it at Ron.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Green light emitted from Draco’s wand, but instead of heading in the direction he wanted it to go, to his dismay it hit the nurse he had escaped from earlier. He paid no attention to the thud her body made when it hit the ground.
From then on, jets of lights surrounded the room. Draco taunted the boys, not caring that his wand was now killing every guard around Harry and Ron instead of hitting his actual targets. Bodies hit the floor, making the unbearable thud of a body without a soul.
The fight only ended when Draco was caught off guard. Hermione had awoken and made her way to Harry where she now stood facing Draco. Her hair spread around her head in a frenzied halo, making her both frightening, yet beautiful. Draco was transfixed.
The hate emitting from her eyes was the only thing that made Draco want to beg for forgiveness, beg for her to forgive him for the bloodshed, yet this hate only destroyed him.
For the first time in her life, Hermione Granger had uttered an unforgivable curse. Something that not even Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, both aurors, had never done.
“Crucio!” She screamed, hitting Draco in the chest. His snapped wand fell uselessly from his hand as his body tensed and he fell backwards with a bloodcurdling scream. The window behind him smashed as Draco’s writhing body fell through it and down several floors.
She hated him.
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Draco screamed out in pain as his back hit the stony ground. With his luck, back up aurors would be on their way any second to assist Harry and Ron in their capture of a wanted criminal.
Despite of all the pain, of everything that had transpired, he smirked.
He slowly got up from the ground, minding the pain in his bones. He had no wand, he had nothing, but he wouldn’t give up. Lucky for this former Death Eater, he still had contacts.
So away Draco ran, albeit slowly, into the dark night of June 21st, heading towards an unspeakable home in an unspeakable town in an unspeakable region to acquire what was rightly his in the first place.
Draco Malfoy was the first wizard to create a massacre since the Dark Lord.
He was fast on his way to becoming the next one.
by circuitpolaroid
Rating: 14A Status: three of ?
Summary: Hermione prided herself on being a part of the wizarding world. But when all of that is taken away in seconds, the only one to save her is the very man she hates.
Word Count: 1,333
Author's Note: From this point on, the ratings will be increasing due to bloodshed, etc.
If Draco Malfoy was not currently cuffed to his hospital bed, Harry Potter would be dead from strangulation.
“I can’t believe you!” Draco roared, his voice echoing throughout the quiet halls of St. Mungo’s.
When Hermione Granger finally woke up from her five month coma, the Great Harry Potter did the unthinkable. He lied to her. Closing the curtains to Draco’s roaring, Harry Potter, with the help from Ronald Weasley, told Hermione that she was in the coma due to Draco Malfoy’s attempt to take her life.
“Calm down Malfoy. We all know you are just a dirty death eater,” Ron sneered from Hermione’s bedside where he pulled her curtains across to prevent Draco from looking at them.
Defeated, and still in a situation where he could not leave his bed, he lay back on his pillow and gritted his teeth.
He would leave this hospital no matter what.
----------
Potter and Weasley were gone for a coffee break. Draco had pretended to be asleep so they would leave. The entire five hours since Hermione woke up, his brain had been going haywire trying to figure out ways to get out and take Hermione with him. It was only just recently that he had perfected his plan of how to get out of the cuffs, even though it might tarnish his reputation more.
He was willing to risk it.
At midnight, when the hospital was beginning to wind down, Draco called in his nurse.
“Yes Mr. Malfoy?” She asked him, a frown on her face. This nurse, unluckily, did not fancy Draco at all. In fact, she hated having to look after him.
Draco motioned to his pants. “I have to go pee.”
The nurse rolled her eyes. “There is a bottle next to you Mr. Malfoy for precisely that reason. “
He looked at the cardboard bottle in disdain. “You expect me, a Malfoy, to use that primitive thing?”
The nurse’s shoes began to hit the floor impatiently. “Yes Mr. Malfoy! You are no more special than the rest of the patients!”
“Well if you expect me to pee in that, then I will piss on the bloody bed and you will have to clean it!” Draco threatened. He knew, from her telling another nurse, that she hated cleaning wet beds.
Her eyes went wide with his threat. “No! Fine Mr. Malfoy, you win! Hurry now, you mustn’t be caught or we’ll both be in trouble.”
“By whom? Potter? Please, he’s a softy,” Draco snickered and lifted his hand for the nurse to take the hand cuffs off of his hand. Freedom. As she bent over him, he took his precautionary glance down her shirt. Bliss. Freedom and bliss in the first two seconds of his escape plan. Things were going well.
He smirked and sat up slowly. She helped him to the bathroom and stood there, the door open, while Draco clutched at his hospital pants.
“You don’t seriously expect me to piss in front of you do you? I won’t piss in a bottle, and I definitely won’t piss in front of you. Close the door please. I won’t be going anywhere, there are no windows,” He reassured the nurse with a smirk and she closed the door reluctantly.
Perfect.
He went to the bathroom as planned, turned on the tap, and waited.
Five minutes went by before the nurse returned to knock on the door impatiently. “Mr. Malfoy! What in Merlin’s name are you doing in there? I’m coming in!”
Just as he planned.
The moment she opened the door, he grabbed a hold of her neck with his arm and dragged her out of the washroom. She struggled in his arm, making him almost lose his grip a few times.
He had to find his wand.
“Shut up and be quiet!” He said angrily, attempting to cover her mouth with his hand. She bit him.
His wand. The nurse kept screaming as he attempted to think of where it could be and keep a choke hold around her.
The alarms were set off, thanks to a passing nurse. Security guards would be in the room any minute, and it didn’t help that Hermione had awoken and was now yelling along with the nurse.
“What the hell are you doing Malfoy?” She yelled at him, shifting around in the bedside table for her wand. Draco pulled the nurse down to the ground with him as he checked under the hospital bed for his own. Jack pot.
“Stupid Potter! Right underneath me! And for your information Granger, I am getting the hell out of here!” He yelled at her. Pushing the nurse away from him just as the security guards, headed by Potter and Weasley, entered the room, he grabbed Hermione by her chest and pointed his wand at her throat.
Her wand had dropped.
Harry pointed his wand at Draco, sparks emitting angrily from it. Ron, about to curse Draco, was pushed back by Harry’s arm. “No Ron! You can’t hit him without hitting Hermione!”
“Exactly! Now if you will excuse dear Granger and I, we will swiftly exit from St. Mungo’s!” Draco grinned maliciously and pulled Hermione towards the window.
“Let go of me Malfoy! Harry, just hit him!”
Harry, upon Hermione’s command, began to shout out spells, hitting the wall around Draco to confuse him. Ron, however, had missed the targeted wall so he wouldn’t hit Hermione, and hit Draco in the chest. Draco was thrown backwards at the wall with Hermione, dust and stone falling on their heads.
That was a big mistake.
Draco forgot all about Hermione then. He jumped up, leaving Hermione sprawled unconscious on the ground from being hit on the head. His wand, having been snapped in half, puttered uselessly, but still he pointed it at Ron.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Green light emitted from Draco’s wand, but instead of heading in the direction he wanted it to go, to his dismay it hit the nurse he had escaped from earlier. He paid no attention to the thud her body made when it hit the ground.
From then on, jets of lights surrounded the room. Draco taunted the boys, not caring that his wand was now killing every guard around Harry and Ron instead of hitting his actual targets. Bodies hit the floor, making the unbearable thud of a body without a soul.
The fight only ended when Draco was caught off guard. Hermione had awoken and made her way to Harry where she now stood facing Draco. Her hair spread around her head in a frenzied halo, making her both frightening, yet beautiful. Draco was transfixed.
The hate emitting from her eyes was the only thing that made Draco want to beg for forgiveness, beg for her to forgive him for the bloodshed, yet this hate only destroyed him.
For the first time in her life, Hermione Granger had uttered an unforgivable curse. Something that not even Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, both aurors, had never done.
“Crucio!” She screamed, hitting Draco in the chest. His snapped wand fell uselessly from his hand as his body tensed and he fell backwards with a bloodcurdling scream. The window behind him smashed as Draco’s writhing body fell through it and down several floors.
She hated him.
----------
Draco screamed out in pain as his back hit the stony ground. With his luck, back up aurors would be on their way any second to assist Harry and Ron in their capture of a wanted criminal.
Despite of all the pain, of everything that had transpired, he smirked.
He slowly got up from the ground, minding the pain in his bones. He had no wand, he had nothing, but he wouldn’t give up. Lucky for this former Death Eater, he still had contacts.
So away Draco ran, albeit slowly, into the dark night of June 21st, heading towards an unspeakable home in an unspeakable town in an unspeakable region to acquire what was rightly his in the first place.
Draco Malfoy was the first wizard to create a massacre since the Dark Lord.
He was fast on his way to becoming the next one.