A Thief to Catch a Thief; a Death Eater to Catch a
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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132
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Recovery
Lucius’s recovery was slow and painful for such a strong and powerful man; and worse was to come for him, a violent chest infection taking advantage of his weakened body after the flu.
“Oh, this hurts.” He gasped, barely able to breathe after a coughing fit that had him retching.
“Shh… the antibiotics will shift it – another muggle thing you’ll like soon.
“Doesn’t taste nice.” He whispered, unable to speak louder.
“That would be because you have an over-reactive gag reflex that can’t manage tablets.” Hermione chuckled, rubbing her hands over his trembling back as he caught his breath again.
They’d long since finished the Lord of the Rings – and Lucius had loved it. Hermione had decided to introduce him to the television and DVD player, even with Tolkien’s wondrous descriptions he had struggled to imagine some things, and had been a little lost with the time changes between the separate books.
“Hermione.” He gasped again, turning bloodshot eyes to her, “Thank-you for caring for me.” He said, relaxing his head back onto its accustomed place on her stomach. In his exhausted state he soon slipped into an uneasy sleep – woken frequently by violent coughs that tugged at his diaphragm, the pain causing tears to stream down his face.
“Father?” Draco said meekly from the door, watching as the arrogant, sturdy man was reduced to an almost foetal position, whimpering in pain. The Dark Lord hadn’t caused him to lose composure like this – but bacteria could?
“I am fine, Draco.” He choked out, met by another round of coughing.
“I can hear you choking down the hall.” Draco said, moving over to the ridiculously large bed and crawling to his sire. He placed his fingertips into the sweat-soaked hair and gently massaged.
“That’s….” cough “Nice.” Lucius managed to say before falling back into sleep.
“He’s sopping wet.” Draco noted, picking up the limp strands of hair.
“It’s a good sign – it means his body is almost healed – the sweating is bringing his temperature back to normal.” Hermione said, giving Draco a gentle hug. “I don’t want to wake him, especially as he’s just gone to sleep – but he needs to take some more medicine.”
“He’ll forgive you – anything that makes him better is a bonus.” Draco said, backing away and leaving the room. Maggie looked from the door, shook her head at the strange couple before going back to her own suite; Lucius was in good hands, she wasn’t needed tonight.
“Oh, this hurts.” He gasped, barely able to breathe after a coughing fit that had him retching.
“Shh… the antibiotics will shift it – another muggle thing you’ll like soon.
“Doesn’t taste nice.” He whispered, unable to speak louder.
“That would be because you have an over-reactive gag reflex that can’t manage tablets.” Hermione chuckled, rubbing her hands over his trembling back as he caught his breath again.
They’d long since finished the Lord of the Rings – and Lucius had loved it. Hermione had decided to introduce him to the television and DVD player, even with Tolkien’s wondrous descriptions he had struggled to imagine some things, and had been a little lost with the time changes between the separate books.
“Hermione.” He gasped again, turning bloodshot eyes to her, “Thank-you for caring for me.” He said, relaxing his head back onto its accustomed place on her stomach. In his exhausted state he soon slipped into an uneasy sleep – woken frequently by violent coughs that tugged at his diaphragm, the pain causing tears to stream down his face.
“Father?” Draco said meekly from the door, watching as the arrogant, sturdy man was reduced to an almost foetal position, whimpering in pain. The Dark Lord hadn’t caused him to lose composure like this – but bacteria could?
“I am fine, Draco.” He choked out, met by another round of coughing.
“I can hear you choking down the hall.” Draco said, moving over to the ridiculously large bed and crawling to his sire. He placed his fingertips into the sweat-soaked hair and gently massaged.
“That’s….” cough “Nice.” Lucius managed to say before falling back into sleep.
“He’s sopping wet.” Draco noted, picking up the limp strands of hair.
“It’s a good sign – it means his body is almost healed – the sweating is bringing his temperature back to normal.” Hermione said, giving Draco a gentle hug. “I don’t want to wake him, especially as he’s just gone to sleep – but he needs to take some more medicine.”
“He’ll forgive you – anything that makes him better is a bonus.” Draco said, backing away and leaving the room. Maggie looked from the door, shook her head at the strange couple before going back to her own suite; Lucius was in good hands, she wasn’t needed tonight.