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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,371
Reviews:
19
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Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to J.K Rowlings characters or books
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She entered the hospital and it looked as though everything was in complete chaos. Everywhere she looked there were people crying, and stretchers coming in with bloody bodies, children running around…it was all too much for her to take. Her head was spinning and she could only think of one thing, was Draco ok? She looked around for any sign of hope, unsure if she would find any.
Hermione walked up to the front check-in desk.
“I need to find someone.”
“So does everyone” said the desk nurse. “I’m sorry Miss, but everyone here is looking for someone.”
Hermione felt as thought her eyes were going to explode, she felt the water forming behind her eyes. The nurse saw this though and wanted to give some words of compassion.
“I hope your someone is ok, I can see you are upset, so I pray everything is ok, but for now you’re just going to have to take a seat. I’m very sorry.”
Hermione sat down. Many men and women were seating about, some crying, some staring into space, and others trying to stop their children from running all around. Hermione saw all the looks of despair. It felt like a dream. This really couldn’t be happening, but unfortunately it was. The television was on her far right, and she saw Parliament in smoke, no one else was really looking that way though, because the only thing people cared about was if their loved one was alright.
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A woman who looked close to 40 on Hermione’s right was holding her cross necklace in her hand, saying a prayer. Hermione looked at her and the woman met her face to face and smiled. Hermione then smiled and then broke down, Hermione felt like she couldn’t stop the flow of tears running down her face.
“It will be ok deary, I’ve all ready been through this before, and I know you feel upset, but you have to be strong, because crying isn’t going to help any besides making you more upset.”
Hermione then stopped the flow of tears. The woman’s kind words had hit her, and she was glad she could stop crying.
“Here’s a tissue if you like.”
“Thank you very much, you’ve said you’ve been through this before?”
“Yes, 9/11, my brother was in the second building, with just some bumps and bruises, he made it out luckily before it fell, but we had to travel all over Manhattan to find the hospital that he was at.”
“How do you feel now?”
“Well this hurts just as much, because now this is my husband who was in that building. He worked in Finance.”
“Mine as well, well not my husband, but my boyfriend.”
“Well I hope he is all right then.”
“I hope to God your husband is well too.”
The woman then just smiled at her and then went back to looking at her cross in her hand and saying a prayer.
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It had all ready been over an hour and Hermione was feeling sick and anxious. The woman next to her had been called to the back and Hermione hadn’t seen her again. Hermione had seen both men and women cry though, some crying over joy that their loved one was ok, and some crying because they had found out that their loved one was no longer among the living. Hermione was so nervous, her stomach kept flipping and she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t even think anymore.
“Hermione?”
Hermione turned around and saw the grey eyes she had been longing to see. Draco’s hair wasn’t as blond, but was rather a dirty blond now due to all the dust from the building. But his smile had made Hermione cry. The only thing wrong with him was that he had a cast on his right arm. Draco went over to her and gave her a hug. She stood up and felt his arms wrap around her, his chin resting on top of her head. She was so happy to see his face again. She looked up and him, her brown eyes full of tears, and smiled.
He looked down at her and smiled back.
“It’s time we go back to the world we left Hermione.”
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Sorry it took so long to update, I was visting family over the holidays =)
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She entered the hospital and it looked as though everything was in complete chaos. Everywhere she looked there were people crying, and stretchers coming in with bloody bodies, children running around…it was all too much for her to take. Her head was spinning and she could only think of one thing, was Draco ok? She looked around for any sign of hope, unsure if she would find any.
Hermione walked up to the front check-in desk.
“I need to find someone.”
“So does everyone” said the desk nurse. “I’m sorry Miss, but everyone here is looking for someone.”
Hermione felt as thought her eyes were going to explode, she felt the water forming behind her eyes. The nurse saw this though and wanted to give some words of compassion.
“I hope your someone is ok, I can see you are upset, so I pray everything is ok, but for now you’re just going to have to take a seat. I’m very sorry.”
Hermione sat down. Many men and women were seating about, some crying, some staring into space, and others trying to stop their children from running all around. Hermione saw all the looks of despair. It felt like a dream. This really couldn’t be happening, but unfortunately it was. The television was on her far right, and she saw Parliament in smoke, no one else was really looking that way though, because the only thing people cared about was if their loved one was alright.
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A woman who looked close to 40 on Hermione’s right was holding her cross necklace in her hand, saying a prayer. Hermione looked at her and the woman met her face to face and smiled. Hermione then smiled and then broke down, Hermione felt like she couldn’t stop the flow of tears running down her face.
“It will be ok deary, I’ve all ready been through this before, and I know you feel upset, but you have to be strong, because crying isn’t going to help any besides making you more upset.”
Hermione then stopped the flow of tears. The woman’s kind words had hit her, and she was glad she could stop crying.
“Here’s a tissue if you like.”
“Thank you very much, you’ve said you’ve been through this before?”
“Yes, 9/11, my brother was in the second building, with just some bumps and bruises, he made it out luckily before it fell, but we had to travel all over Manhattan to find the hospital that he was at.”
“How do you feel now?”
“Well this hurts just as much, because now this is my husband who was in that building. He worked in Finance.”
“Mine as well, well not my husband, but my boyfriend.”
“Well I hope he is all right then.”
“I hope to God your husband is well too.”
The woman then just smiled at her and then went back to looking at her cross in her hand and saying a prayer.
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It had all ready been over an hour and Hermione was feeling sick and anxious. The woman next to her had been called to the back and Hermione hadn’t seen her again. Hermione had seen both men and women cry though, some crying over joy that their loved one was ok, and some crying because they had found out that their loved one was no longer among the living. Hermione was so nervous, her stomach kept flipping and she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t even think anymore.
“Hermione?”
Hermione turned around and saw the grey eyes she had been longing to see. Draco’s hair wasn’t as blond, but was rather a dirty blond now due to all the dust from the building. But his smile had made Hermione cry. The only thing wrong with him was that he had a cast on his right arm. Draco went over to her and gave her a hug. She stood up and felt his arms wrap around her, his chin resting on top of her head. She was so happy to see his face again. She looked up and him, her brown eyes full of tears, and smiled.
He looked down at her and smiled back.
“It’s time we go back to the world we left Hermione.”
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Sorry it took so long to update, I was visting family over the holidays =)