Working Together Chapter 17/18
Author: yourebrilliant
Beta: the_willows
Pairing: DMHG
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: *checks* nope, still not mine
Summary: It's the kind of project she loves with the kind of guy she...hates?
‘Hi,’ Hermione said breathlessly, leaning against the reception desk at St Mungo’s. ‘I’m here to see Draco Malfoy.’
The friendly receptionist frowned a little. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly, ‘no visitors.’
‘What?’ Hermione asked, shocked.
‘We can’t let anyone up to see him, Auror’s orders,’ she said regretfully.
‘But you have to let me see him,’ Hermione said, searching desperately for a reason, ‘I’m...his wife!’
The receptionist looked shocked. ‘Oh, Mrs Malfoy, I’m so sorry,’ she said, looking embarrassed. ‘We don’t have anything in his file about a wife,’ she said apologetically.
‘Well,’ Hermione stalled, ‘nobody really knows we’re married yet.’ Including my “husband”, she thought ruefully.
‘Oh, right,’ the receptionist said, putting a finger up to her sealed lips. ‘I won’t breathe a word,’ she said warmly. ‘It’s just that lift there, fourth floor, room twelve,’ she added.
‘Thank you,’ Hermione said, smiling distractedly as she made her way over to the bank of elevators. As she waited for the lift to arrive, Hermione found herself biting her lip as she worried about Malfoy. He and Harry had been out on a mission, bringing in someone evil she assumed - both of them had given her their “can’t discuss it outside the department” speech so she had no real idea what they’d been doing. Getting hurt, apparently.
She flung herself into the lift as soon as the doors opened, pressing firmly on the “4” button as soon as she was inside.
He was sleeping when she arrived; his long pale eyelashes resting just above his soft pale skin. There wasn’t a lot of obvious damage; a rip in his robes from a narrowly missed spell, grazed knuckles and a bruised lip from where he’d obviously had to abandon magic for physical fighting, but she knew from his chart that he’d taken some fairly hefty hexes. There was nothing that wouldn’t heal, but he’d need to stay in bed and take his medicines. And sleep.
‘Good evening, Mrs Malfoy,’ an amused voice murmured from near the doorway. ‘How is your husband this evening?’
‘Healing,’ she muttered, twisting in her seat. ‘And what was I supposed to do, Harry? She wasn’t going to let me see him.’
‘You could’ve called me,’ Harry suggested. ‘I would’ve come down and vouched for you.’
‘Oh,’ Hermione said quietly. ‘I didn’t think of that,’ she muttered. Harry smirked, and pulled another hospital chair next to the one she was sitting in.
‘And why was it so important for you to see the ferret?’ he asked blandly.
Hermione frowned at him. ‘He’s my friend,’ she said, as if it were obvious.
‘Ah,’ Harry said, smiling at her. ‘Of course.’
‘Harry James Potter,’ she said sharply, ‘you get that twinkle out your eye right now. Malfoy and I are friends. Just friends. Got it?’
Nodding solemnly, Harry murmured, ‘Got it. But what if you could be more than friends?’ he asked quietly.
‘Harry,’ she said warningly.
‘Come on, ‘Mione,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ve seen the way you two talk to each other. Even the way you fight with each other is more married couple than hated enemies. Now, at least.’
Hermione rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to dispute his comments. Harry leaned forward and placed a hand over her lips. ‘Just think about it, alright?’ he asked.
Frowning at him, she nodded. Lifting his hand from her mouth, he stood up, stroking her hair once as he left her to watch Malfoy sleep, and think about what he’d said.
Chapter 18
Beta: the_willows
Pairing: DMHG
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: *checks* nope, still not mine
Summary: It's the kind of project she loves with the kind of guy she...hates?
‘Hi,’ Hermione said breathlessly, leaning against the reception desk at St Mungo’s. ‘I’m here to see Draco Malfoy.’
The friendly receptionist frowned a little. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly, ‘no visitors.’
‘What?’ Hermione asked, shocked.
‘We can’t let anyone up to see him, Auror’s orders,’ she said regretfully.
‘But you have to let me see him,’ Hermione said, searching desperately for a reason, ‘I’m...his wife!’
The receptionist looked shocked. ‘Oh, Mrs Malfoy, I’m so sorry,’ she said, looking embarrassed. ‘We don’t have anything in his file about a wife,’ she said apologetically.
‘Well,’ Hermione stalled, ‘nobody really knows we’re married yet.’ Including my “husband”, she thought ruefully.
‘Oh, right,’ the receptionist said, putting a finger up to her sealed lips. ‘I won’t breathe a word,’ she said warmly. ‘It’s just that lift there, fourth floor, room twelve,’ she added.
‘Thank you,’ Hermione said, smiling distractedly as she made her way over to the bank of elevators. As she waited for the lift to arrive, Hermione found herself biting her lip as she worried about Malfoy. He and Harry had been out on a mission, bringing in someone evil she assumed - both of them had given her their “can’t discuss it outside the department” speech so she had no real idea what they’d been doing. Getting hurt, apparently.
She flung herself into the lift as soon as the doors opened, pressing firmly on the “4” button as soon as she was inside.
He was sleeping when she arrived; his long pale eyelashes resting just above his soft pale skin. There wasn’t a lot of obvious damage; a rip in his robes from a narrowly missed spell, grazed knuckles and a bruised lip from where he’d obviously had to abandon magic for physical fighting, but she knew from his chart that he’d taken some fairly hefty hexes. There was nothing that wouldn’t heal, but he’d need to stay in bed and take his medicines. And sleep.
‘Good evening, Mrs Malfoy,’ an amused voice murmured from near the doorway. ‘How is your husband this evening?’
‘Healing,’ she muttered, twisting in her seat. ‘And what was I supposed to do, Harry? She wasn’t going to let me see him.’
‘You could’ve called me,’ Harry suggested. ‘I would’ve come down and vouched for you.’
‘Oh,’ Hermione said quietly. ‘I didn’t think of that,’ she muttered. Harry smirked, and pulled another hospital chair next to the one she was sitting in.
‘And why was it so important for you to see the ferret?’ he asked blandly.
Hermione frowned at him. ‘He’s my friend,’ she said, as if it were obvious.
‘Ah,’ Harry said, smiling at her. ‘Of course.’
‘Harry James Potter,’ she said sharply, ‘you get that twinkle out your eye right now. Malfoy and I are friends. Just friends. Got it?’
Nodding solemnly, Harry murmured, ‘Got it. But what if you could be more than friends?’ he asked quietly.
‘Harry,’ she said warningly.
‘Come on, ‘Mione,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ve seen the way you two talk to each other. Even the way you fight with each other is more married couple than hated enemies. Now, at least.’
Hermione rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to dispute his comments. Harry leaned forward and placed a hand over her lips. ‘Just think about it, alright?’ he asked.
Frowning at him, she nodded. Lifting his hand from her mouth, he stood up, stroking her hair once as he left her to watch Malfoy sleep, and think about what he’d said.
Chapter 18