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Draco Lucius Malfoy (lionness_tamer) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2013-03-12 20:17:00

Entry tags:

! narrative, ch: ukr: draco malfoy, ch: ukr: hermione granger, p: abby, p: ashton

WHO: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger - UKR
WHEN: Tuesday Evening
WHERE: House of Family 11
WHAT: Tending Mione's wound
WARNINGS: possible language?
STATUS: closed, incomplete

His hand on her elbow, Draco led Hermione to the master bathroom, which was connected to his own bedroom. "Here," he said, motioning to the large counter. "Hop up there and we'll get this taken care of."

He grabbed a cloth from the counter and wet it thoroughly, wringing it out before holding it out to her. "Press this against it," he said. "Make sure the bleeding has stopped."

Opening the medicine cabinet then, he began gathering the things he needed. Ointment, bandages, things like that. He had basic first aid skills, but his healing magic wasn't really up to par. He would make sure she saw Dr. Upsilon the moment they returned to the compound, but this was the best that he could do at the moment.

He had been by surprised to see her standing in his door. It wasn't what he expected to find when the doorbell rang at all, but he wasn't going to complain. Draco had nearly had a heart attack when the news of the bombings reached him, and had spent every moment since worrying about Hermione. But now she was here, and he was going to make sure she was taken care of.

"Alright," he said. "Let's take a look at what we have."

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lionness_tamer
2013-03-20 03:43 am UTC (link)

His jaw clenched when she moved away, a wave of frustration moving through him for a split second. It had been going so well and then... this. Why did this have to be so hard?

"Hermione," he said then, meeting her eyes with his and squeezing her hand in return, his other still holding her face. "Stop it. Stop thinking that this isn't the right time or right place. This is where we are, and it's never going to be the right time or place if you keep over thinking and over analyzing every step we make towards each other. We are safe in this house. I am a member of the patrols, no one is watching us. The natives think I'm one of them. There is no logical reason we can't take five minutes and have something just for ourselves."

Shaking his head, he leaned in and placed his forehead against hers. "Five minutes," he said again, just the tiniest hint of a plead in his voice.

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