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_prettyparvati (_prettyparvati) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2011-06-26 00:55:00

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draco malfoy, parvati malfoy

Who: Parvati and Draco
Where: St. Mungo's Hospital
When: June 26th 2006
What: To begin our PSL/RP adventures...Welcome back our Parvati and Draco. :D Parvati's hurt and her husband is MIA.

As a healer, Parvati had often spent times at the hospital. One thing that remained true however, was the fact that she much preferred being the ones in the scrubs instead of the hospital gowns.

In a private room, much like a lonely princess in a tower, Parvati sat with tears running down her cheeks. She wasn't sure why exactly, but it had been hard to stem their flow since she had been admitted the previous night. If she was to postulate, the young woman would lay her bets on the fact that her husband was no where to be seen.

She had been dressed in a sari of translucent deep blue at the wedding of a distant cousin when one thoughtless push by a drunk groomsmen had had her heel catching on the trim of her sari, sending her toppling backwards and down the grand staircase of the hotel they were at. It seemed only a few seconds of bruising pain before she landed, disoriented, as Padma rushed to her side. Bleeding from both a cut on her forehead and a split lip, with her left hand at a weird angle, there had been aching pain all through her body. She would have been embarrassed if she hadn't blacked out right after.

Between that and having to do the "My husband is away on business" smile and tilt of head that pureblood witches had long since perfected, the night had definitely not been her best.

Padma had taken her to St. Mungo's and in between moments of consciousness Parvati remembered her her broken wrist being healed (that had been torturous on its own), being diagnosed with a moderate concussion and calling Draco. Certain she had left a rather tearful message on his answering machine she had expected a floo call at least, even if he wasn't able to leave the 'highly important meeting' (his words, not hers).

No floo call came.

Neither did he.

So, with her family gone home to sleep, she cried.

"Stop being so stupid!" She scolded herself, angry that she making such a deal over something so small.

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_dm
2011-06-26 03:53 am UTC (link)

She tried to sleep to make the time pass, but sleep would not overtake her. Her thoughts were too fast, too troubled to be blanketed by night.

Should I ask a nurse for a sleeping potion? she wondered idly, nervously pinching at the edges of her blanket.

The fall had been completely that drunk idiot's fault, and yet Parvati still felt embarrassed. She had looked so beautiful and regal at the wedding. There was no grace in her fall. It was painful and ugly. And, alone in that hospital room, she still felt ugly. Ugly because her husband wasn't by her side. Apparently there was no inner or outer beauty that could compel her husband to leave his bloody meeting so that he could be by her side.

Don't take it so personally she reprimanded herself. He's busy. There's no excuse. He's busy. Draco has always done exactly what he wants to do, and has always been unstoppable.

There was a heavy ache in her chest. She knew how important work was to Draco, but there had always been that little girl inside of her that believed she would always be the most important thing in his life. There was that little fairy tale princess in her that believed he would go to the ends of the earth for her-- die for her.

He might still die for you, a snide voice in her head said. If the world was watching and judging him, and all his financial affairs were in order.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The hospital was so quiet, yet the thoughts in Parvati's head roared.

Is this going to be my life? Her message to Draco had been detailed and emotional, there was no way he wouldn't have been able to grasp the gravity of the situation.

Eventually, Parvati Malfoy fell asleep that night. Her husband did not come.

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_prettyparvati
2011-06-26 04:07 am UTC (link)

The next day was not much easier on her. First, it was hard being a patient. Terrible in fact. Everyone knew it, Healers did not make good patients. Though, she had given up Healing, hadn't she? For her marriage.

Dr. Konarski, a batchmate of hers who had the style and coloring of a Durmstrang grad had been walking past her room when he had seen her familiar face. He had immediately come in to see what had happened and then to ask where she was working as he was currently in locum from his native Russia.

"Oh, I'm not working. I'm married - to Draco Malfoy."

"Congratulations, I see, very famous, yes? When shall I meet this Draco?"

"Er, well, he's away on business."

"Ah." His eyes drifted across the room in that pitying manner that all the mediwitches had had when they realised that her husband had not yet shown. Turns out despite all the media push, perhaps the Malfoys were not the antithesis to the typical pureblood couple.

Despite herself, she flooed Draco again and once got his voicemail. For a brief moment she worried if something had happened to him: What if her falling had been one of those minds-linked things and something had happened to him at that moment? She had Padma check her mail, floo and her mother-in-laws to make sure nothing had happened.

Narcissa had said that Draco's arm on her clock had been on "Overseas travelling" last she checked.

Parvati's heart had officially turned cold.

Too tired and unable to concentrate due to the radiating pain from her forehead, Parvati had avoided the wiz!tv and slept most of the day.

Three times she dreamt that Draco had run to her side.

Three times she woke up.

	_dm 2012-08-13 04:49 am UTC (link)
	Starving, Draco sighed. Shifting her small frame over a few inches so he could lie down beside her, he reluctantly put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulders a little bit. "We're together now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	_prettyparvati 2012-08-13 04:52 am UTC (link)
	Tears seemed to leak from her eyes out of relief, and she curled into Draco's lean body. "Forever?" Parvati asked softly, her exhaustion waving over her. "I'm really not hungry, Draco. You eat-" She said quietly, drifting away, "But I am just so very tired." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)