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Don’t let this darkness fool you (all lights turned off can be turned on) D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione

Summary:

Draco has the perfect life, a beautiful fiancé, a huge mansion and a position as a head auror, but all of that is taken away from him when a building comes crumbling down on him and he looses use of his legs. He could deal with that, but the worst part? Hermione fucking Granger is his physical therapist.

A story in which Draco Malfoy finds hope in the form of a know it all swot.

Chapter Warning: Paralysis, Harsh Language, Hospitals.

Chapter 1

“She’s going to kill you when she finds out Malfoy.”

Potter was probably right, no matter how much Draco hated to admit it, what he was doing was extremely risky, and offensively fucking stupid. There had been a new dark object alert at a worn down, barely standing, house on the far edge of London and Draco was determined to get it before anyone else, it’s not like he had anything to prove as a former deatheater who may or may not have tried but failed at killing Dumbledore. The point was he had to come out of this house, which is rumored to have booby (haha) traps all over, without a scratch or else Astoria, his fiancé, will have his head on a stake.

The story between Draco and Astoria is a unconventionally romantic one. They were arranged by their mothers who would whisper and gossip about how “Oh they’ll have the cutest little babies” and “how do you think their wedding night is going to be spent?” and with that Draco promptly went to his room, locked his door, cast a silencing spell and screamed into his pillow. He was twenty one years old, he had no interest in settling down..that’s until he saw Astoria after all those years away from Hogwarts, he was star struck as soon as he saw her, now at twenty-three, he is planning (or more so his mother, while he gives the occasional “uh-huh”) a wedding, and praying that he doesn’t get murdered for going on the one mission he promised not to.

At least he had Potter with him.

“I mean seriously mate, she’s going to ban you from having sex with her for like a week”

Nevermind fuck Potter.

“Shut up potter” Draco hissed as they both enter a dimly lit room on the second floor of the barely standing house when he sees a journal with a vague green glow to it.

Harry puts his arm out which causes Draco to run into it with a “hmph” and sends him a deadly glare. The Harry sneaks over to the glowing object. It was very..peculiar, It reminded him of Tom Riddles diary but with less harmful intent, almost as if it was calling out his name. Harry’s fingers skim the cover of the journal and that’s when all shit hits the fan. The walls start trembling and little specks of debris falls upon their shoulders.

Now Draco would call himself a resourceful person, i mean that’s why he was in Slytherin right? self preservation and all that crap. But at that moment, all he could care about is getting the Boy Who Lived out of the house because if Draco came back and Harry didn’t..well that would raise some questions. Everything happened quickly, Draco grabbed Harry, Harry tried to grab the journal, Draco pulled him away and started running with him, down the stairs, through the hall, through the front door, Well harry made it through the front door, Draco had tripped over a loose floor plank and crashed into a weirdly placed coffee table.

“DRACO!!” Harry screamed and tried to push himself through the rubble that was all coming down at once, there was crashing, and dust, and noise, and then nothing. Harry couldn’t see Draco, and in that moment everything stopped. The reformed Deatheater was trapped under piles of walls and rubble, his legs successfully being crushed by pounds of brick, and his body not being at his own will..And yet the only think he could get himself to actually think about was if he’ll be home in time to get a good wank in. Priorities.

Everything went black.

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Hospitals have always been Draco’s least favorite place, when he was ten he had fallen out of a tree after trying to save a baby bird who couldn’t yet fly, but instead stepped on a weak branch and fell down, landing on his arm resulting in a emergency to St. Mungos. He swore up and down that they were trying to break his arm even more with all of the poking and prodding that they were doing, and after that he swore to never set foot inside a hospital again. Ten year old Draco would be quite dissatisfied at this moment.

The blinding white lights override his senses as Draco slowly opens his eyes and blinks a couple of times, was he dead? surely not, his mother had promised him that when he died he would be greeted with all the sweets in the world and father promised that the most beautiful women would bow down at his feet.

He now realized that maybe that wasn’t the most normal thing to be telling your five year old. That’s besides the point.

Before anymore thoughts about his dysfunctional childhood could pop into his head he lays his eyes on his fiancé, his beautiful, amazing, murderous looking fiancé.

Astoria’s heels click across the shiny hospital room floor and as she reaches him he expects a kiss, or at least a loving embrace. Instead he gets quite a powerful slap to the shoulder. “What the HELL were you thinking Draco? you could’ve been killed! you could’ve died!”

“Merlin woman-“

“Don’t! i specifically told you not to go on this-“ Astoria’s voice cracks and she buries her face in her hands, it hurt draco deeply to see her like this, sure he’s impulsive and makes rash decisions but never with the intention of hurting her. His cold hand wraps around her small freshly manicured ones and sits up.

or at least he tries to sit up.

why can’t he sit up?

Eyebrows furrowed he lets go of the brunettes hand and slaps his legs a few times. Nothing. He tries to wiggle and move them. Nope. He looks down at his legs and shakes his head running his fingers through his hair. Why can’t he feel his legs? He sniffs and looks down his groin and hesitates before letting his fist come down on it. Yep. He can definitely feel that. Let’s hope Astoria didn’t want more than one kid.

Astoria jumps back and looks down before brushing hair from his face “Draco! have you gone mad-“

“Mr. Malfoy?”

A lady, probably in her mid fifties with salt and pepper shoulder length hair and dressed up in healer robes walks into the room with a soft smile as if everything is fine in this world. Must be nice.

“I’m Healer Brown, that was quite the accident you had there. You were stuck under the rubble for about three hours, though you blacked out after the first hour. It truly is a miracle you survived, you suffered a concussion along with a broken rib and some other sustained injuries”

Draco blinked at her before trying (and failing) to sit up again. He huffs and pushes himself up on his forearm and twists his upper body to face her more, about to ask why in the fuck knuckles he couldn’t feel his legs before he sees someone who he swore was a hallucination. He was hallucinating right? The mess of curls pulled back loosely into a high ponytail, a lilac blouse along with some muggle jeans (which didn’t annunciate her new founded curves at all, thank you very much) and a clipboard in hand.

“Granger?”

Apparently his tone wasn’t malice enough because she only responded with a soft smile before nodding. That fucking swot. he turns his head back to the healer and only then realizes that Astoria is sitting next to him and rubbing his back.

“So is he good to go home? we have a awful lot of planning to do for the wedding” Astoria all but spits out to the healer.

“Well we will have to make sure everything is-“

Draco cuts Healer Brown off almost immediately “Why did you numb my legs”

A look of confusion passed across the Healers face as she moves more to the bed, his eyes shifts to hermione only to see her face holds the same look of confusion with maybe a hint of curiosity. Draco notes that she had gotten tanner, her freckles more prominent, and her lips fuller. He looks back at the healer.

“Can you feel your legs Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco rolls his eyes “obviously fucking not”

If Healer Brown was offended by this, she made no move to show it. Instead she shoos Astoria off the bed and takes the sheets off of his lower body and squeezes his calf. “Can you feel this?”

“Nope” he says win a bored tone as he watches her.

She hits his knees with a little hammer looking thing “Here?”

“Nothing”

“What about here?”

“Nada”

Healer Brown promptly leaves the room, dragging granger with her, for what felt like hours before walking back in with a slightly more serious look on her face.

“Mr. Malfoy i’m sorry to tell you this but you’re paralyzed, you see when the rubble fell on-“

Draco couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Paralyzed? What does she mean paralyzed? He can’t be paralyzed. His job requires his legs, his mansion has at least a thousand stair cases and at least a dozen just to get to his and Astorias living quarters. And what about Astoria? Surely he wouldn’t be a suitable candidate as a husband if he has no use of his legs. no. he can’t be paralyzed. he simply refused to be.

He was brought back to reality to the sound of Astoria arguing with the Healer, something about how she was a “incompetent fucking saggy titted bird who didn’t know the first thing about Healing” and the Healer only looking mildly offended as she tried to calm his love down.

Draco interrupted their little squabble.

“Am i ever going to get use of them again”

Healer Brown looks at him with sad eyes. Fuck he hated pity.

“You must understand Mister Malfoy, the nerve damage done to your legs is incomprehensibly severe. There is a chance that you will recover but the truth of the matter is that if you ever do recover it will be a long hard and painful road. That is why i have assigned Miss Granger to be your personal Physical Therapist, she will work with you everyday on getting your strength back in your legs, as well as working in your chair”

Draco tuned her out for most of the part until he heard Granger and chair. His eyes shoot to Granger pushing a chair on two oversized wheels in and his jaw clenches. Sure he’s heard of wheelchairs before, but he had never actually seen anyone use one, he thought it was just a bloody muggle custom.

“I don’t understand” Astoria spits out as she stands up from the bed she had apparently sat back on without his knowledge. “He can’t be in a- whatever that is!”

This time Granger stepped in “Do you want someone to carry your fiancé everywhere? I understand this is less than suitable but until we figure out if we can regain enough strength in his legs, this is his only method of transportation”

There was silence.

Draco laid back down on his back and looked up.

There was silence before heels were clicking across the floor and out into a hall and a sobbed followed.

He turned his head ever so slightly to look at Granger who were giving her the same sad look Healer Brown did.

“don’t fucking look at me like that Granger, i don’t fucking need your pity nor do i need your help, get another Physical whatever and leave”

“I can’t exactly do that Malfoy” she expressed in a calm voice.

“And why not”

“Because i was the only healer out of the dozens asked, who actually agreed to work with you.”

And with that she left, Healer Brown following close behind, the only person left in the room was him with the wheelchair parked in the center of it, and on too of it sat a book, one he assumed Granger had forgotten was there. At this moment he wished life was like a book so he could sneak to the last pages, just like he did when he was younger and far too impatient, just to make sure everything would turn out okay.

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Don’t let this darkness fool you (all lights turned off can be turned on) D.M

Pairing: Dramione

Summary:

A story in which Draco Malfoy finds hope in the form of a know it all swot.

Chapter warnings: Crude Humor, Hospitals, Paralysis

word count: 3.3k

Chapter 2

The next morning dawned with a dull ache permeating Draco's body, both from the physical injuries and the emotional turmoil of the previous day. He found himself staring at the ceiling of the hospital room, the sterile white walls offering little comfort.

Honestly they might as well send him to Azkaban, it would probably be more comforting than this room.

Astoria had left in a fit of anger the night before, her sobs echoing down the hallway. Draco couldn't blame her for her reaction; his condition had thrown their plans into disarray. He didn’t even get to wank (i mean he could..but doing it in a hospital is slightly above his moral complex)

As he lay there, contemplating whether or not he will ever have sex with something other than his hand again he hears the door to his room open and the clack of heels make their way to him.

This time Granger was dressed in a light blue blouse which strained slightly at her chest area (not that he was looking, because he definitely wasn’t) and another pair of muggle jeans.

“Good morning, Draco," she greeted him, her tone gentle yet resolute. "Ready to start your first session of physical therapy?"

Draco's response was a noncommittal grunt as he shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed before grabbing the pillow from under his head and tossing it towards her.

“I told you i don’t need any fucking physical conditioning granger, and it’s fucking three in the morning”

Hermione blinked at him, looked at her watch, then back at him.

“it’s two in the afternoon”

Huh.

Hermione didn't seem deterred by his lack of enthusiasm. With practiced efficiency, she began outlining the day's agenda, detailing the exercises they would be working on and emphasizing the importance of consistency and determination.

Draco didn’t understand a word of what she had explained to him as he may or may not have been staring at her arse everytime she turned around. He’s only a man.

“so!” Hermione starts as she puts down her clipboard “We are going to practice sitting up”

“No” Draco stated flatly

Hermione pauses and furrows her eyebrows “no?”

“No.”

"Draco, I understand that this may be difficult for you, but sitting up is a crucial first step in your rehabilitation," Hermione explained. "We need to start rebuilding your core strength and coordination."

Draco rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. "I don't see the point. What difference does it make if I sit up or not? I’ll still have limp spaghetti noodles for legs”

Hermione took a deep breath, maintaining her composure despite the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "It makes a difference because every small victory matters in your journey towards recovery. Sitting up may seem insignificant now, but it's laying the foundation for regaining mobility and independence."

“wow” he says looking at her

A smile spreads across Hermiones face, thinking he finally understood-

“you really are still a fucking swot”

The smile disappeared and she grabbed her clipboard and smacked his arm with it

“OW WOMAN! Fine! we'll do your stupid sitting up exercise. But don't expect me to enjoy it."

Hermione nodded, hiding a small smile of satisfaction. She knew that gaining Draco's cooperation wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to help him progress, one step at a time.

“Alright, let's get started then," Hermione said, her voice laced with determination and optimism. "I promise I'll make this as painless as possible."

That optimism didn’t last very long.

Hermione soon discovered that convincing Draco to do the exercise was indeed the easy part. Getting him to cooperate, however, proved to be a much more challenging task.

As Hermione began demonstrating the proper technique for the sitting up exercise, Draco remained stubbornly resistant, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl etched on his face.

"Come on, Draco, you can do this," Hermione encouraged, trying to mask her frustration with patience. "Just follow my lead and try to lift yourself up."

“you sound like a fucking fortune walnut or whatever the muggles eat” he says, his gaze fixed defiantly on the ceiling. Despite Hermione's best efforts to guide him through the exercise, he seemed determined to make it as difficult as possible.

Hermione rolls her eyes choosing to ignore his quip.

With each repetition, Draco's efforts became slightly less resistant and slightly more cooperative. Hermione could see the determination flickering in his eyes, buried beneath layers of defiance and pride.

"Almost there, Draco," Hermione urged, her voice steady and unwavering. "You're doing great. Just a little bit more."

Despite his grumbling and occasional scowl, Draco continued to push himself, his muscles straining with effort.

“stop with the fucking-“ he grunts as his forearms strain “encouragement porn, it’s giving me the opposite of an erection. actually i think my dick disappeared”

Hermione couldn't help but let out a surprised snort at Draco's comment. "Alright, no more encouragement porn," Hermione replied, trying to suppress a smirk. "Just focus on the exercise, Draco. You're almost there."

With renewed determination, Draco pushed through the discomfort, his muscles trembling with effort as he struggled to lift himself up further. Despite his colorful commentary, Hermione could sense his genuine effort and determination to succeed.

As Draco finally managed to complete the exercise, Hermione offered him a small nod of approval. "Well done, Draco. You did it."

He grunts as he stares at his legs, a hint of something passes over his face but he’s quick to hide it. "You're making progress, Draco.” Hermione starts in a soft voice “It may not feel like much now, but every step forward counts."

Draco huffs and gives a stiff nod, his expression guarded.

With that, they moved on to the next exercise (which lasted approximately five minutes before Draco was threatening to curse the witch), both silently acknowledging that they still had a long journey ahead of them.

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At a round five o’clock, Hermione lightly knocks on the door and says “you have a visitor”

Draco looked up from where he was sitting in his hospital bed, surprised by Hermione's announcement. Visitors weren't exactly common occurrences for him, especially given his current circumstances (and also maybe the fact that he was once a deatheater)

"Who is it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

It better not be his mum

“Oh Draco!”

it was his mum.

It’s not that he didn’t love Narcissa, he did. It’s just that emotionally, physically, and mentally, he can’t put up with the million questions she will have about the wedding. Narcissa had been planning this wedding everyday since Draco had told her about Astoria.

"Mother," Draco greeted her, forcing a polite smile onto his face as she entered the room.

Narcissa's eyes lit up with concern as she approached his bedside, her expression a mix of worry and maternal affection. "Oh, Draco dear, I heard about what happened. Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

Draco sighed inwardly, knowing that his mother's concern would only be the beginning. "I'm fine, Mother, really," he assured her, though he knew she wouldn't be satisfied with just that.

Narcissa's gaze drifted to the various medical equipment in the room, her worry deepening. "And what about the wedding? Is everything still on track? Have you made any decisions about the venue?"

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that once his mother got started on wedding planning, there would be no stopping her. "Mother, please," he said, trying to keep his tone patient. "Can we discuss this later? I'm not exactly in the best condition for wedding planning at the moment."

“But Draco! We have to figure out how to get you up and walking as soon as possible, i will not be having my son crippled and in a muggle chair at his wedding! Do you know how humiliating that would be for poor Astoria?”

“Miss Malfoy if i may-“ Hermione starts but is quickly cut off by his mother

“You may not”

This is how Draco’s life has always been, he’s always had to be the top student, the best at potions, and the best at quidditch. Now that he was London’s top bachelor (well not bachelor anymore but there are bets amongst the public on how long him and Astoria will last) He has not only his smarts but only his looks to uphold.

“I don’t have time for this right now mother” he huffs laying back down “if you must discuss wedding plans bring it up with Astoria”

Narcissa grumbles out a “i can’t believe i have a broken son” before walking out of the room with not even a goodbye

As the door closed behind her, he let out a sigh and sank back onto his pillow, a throws his arm across his eyes.

“Draco..” Hermione starts and Draco holds up a hand to her.

“I don’t want to hear anything out of you”

“I just-“

“Ah.”

“But-“

“Nope”

Hermione lets out a frustrated huff and slams her clipboard on the table before storming out of the room. She rarely lost her cool, but then again this is Draco Malfoy, the same boy who made her so mad that she punched him.

After a few minutes, Draco let out a heavy sigh and removed his arm from his eyes. He knew he couldn't avoid Hermione forever, especially since she was his physical therapist, but fucking dammit he could try.

With a resigned sigh, Draco slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly at the discomfort in his legs…or really the lack thereof. As much as he would never admit it. He’s fucking embarrassed. Draco, the most eligible bachelor, star quidditch player, fucking hot, is now having to get sponge baths but fifty year old healers and piss in a fucking pan. The press would have a fucking field day with this.

He can already hear the comments now

“well he was hot while he lasted

Fucking Deatheater got what he deserved

I wonder if his amazing beautiful dick still works.

Okay maybe not the last one but it is a very valid question.

As Draco stared down at his legs, a wave of sadness and frustration washed over him. His legs, adorned in grey sweatpants were the same legs that had carried him to victory on the quidditch pitch, the same legs that had once been his greatest asset. Now, they lay motionless and powerless. But amidst the despair, Draco also felt a glimmer of determination stirring within him.

Draco vowed to fight with every ounce of strength he had to regain the use of his legs. As he continued to stare at his legs, Draco made a silent promise to himself: no matter how long it took or how hard the journey, he would find a way to rise again.

Fuck now he sounds like a fortune walnut.

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Over the next two weeks, Granger had worked relentlessly with him regaining his upper body strength and he knew the dreaded day had come when she wheeled in the wheel chair.

As Hermione positioned the wheelchair beside his bed Astoria let out a choked gasp. She had been there with him once a week trying to figure out wedding plans. Is it bad to say that he hopes his fiancé breaks her ankle so she can’t come see him anymore. As Astoria hovered anxiously nearby, Draco couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes. He knew that she deserved an explanation, a reassurance that everything would be okay, but he couldn't find the words.

Instead Draco used his hand to shove the wheelchair away.

Hermione furrows her eyebrows and shoves it back towards the bed which he had moved to sit up in witch his legs hanging limply off the side.

He shoves it away again.

“Draco Malfoy if you shove this chair away one more time i will shove your pill bottle so far up-“ she stops herself and takes a deep breath reminding herself that she would rather not get fired for harassment “Just- don’t shove the chair away” she says as she pushes it back towards the bed.

He shoves it away again

She responds with smacking the clipboard against his arm.

“Will you stop doing that, woman! I'm already injured!" Draco exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation and pain.

Hermione sighed heavily, her own patience wearing thin. "I'm sorry, Draco, but you need to understand the importance of this. Refusing to use the wheelchair won't help your recovery," she replied firmly

“If he doesn’t want to do it he doesn’t have to” Astoria cries as she rushes to Draco’s side “just teach him how to walk! he doesn’t need a bloody chair”

“Unless you want to carry your fiancé around everywhere Astoria, he needs the chair, and having that ableist mindset won’t help any of you”

“Well i will not be married to someone who has to use a bloody chair!” she screams out causing Draco to flinch.

"Draco needs to progress at his own pace," Hermione said, her tone firm but empathetic. "Using the wheelchair is part of that process, whether he likes it or not. It's not about what he wants; it's about what he needs to recover."

Astoria's eyes filled with tears as she looked at Draco "But he's strong, he can do it," she insisted, her voice trembling.

Draco remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor as he wrestled with his own emotions. Truly deep down he knew that Astoria no long looked at him the same way, there was no longer that longing in her gaze or the warmth in her smile. Instead she looked at him with resentment and a hint of disgust. He feels the bed move as Astoria stands up and drops her wedding ring in her previous sitting spot.

“Well i refuse to marry a man who can’t even walk me down the aisle”

Draco's heart sank as Astoria's words hung heavily in the air as she walked out. He felt a lump form in his throat but quickly swallowed it down. Malfoy men don’t cry.

Hermione placed a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder, her touch a silent reassurance amidst the turmoil. "I'm here for you, Draco," she said softly. "We'll get through this together."

He swats her and away and pulls his legs back onto the bed and laying down turning his back to her “Don’t fucking touch me mudblood”

Hermione freezes, not have heard that term in at least two years now. Her jaw clenched as she turns on her heel to leave the room, leaving the wheel chair in the middle of it.

As she exited the room, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that lingered in the air. She was so stupid to believe that somehow Malfoy had changed. As she made her way down the corridor, Hermione couldn't help but chastise herself for her naivety.

Draco didn’t see her for the next three days, instead a new physical therapist joined him.

Draco's interactions with the new physical therapist were strained at best. The fucking incompetent wombat couldn’t figure out how to help Draco into his pants much less teach him how to get into his chair (which he was still refusing thank you very much) As the days turned into weeks, Draco couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in the absence of Hermione's presence.

He was laying in his bed, Blaise and Pansy were supposed to come but their two year old girl, josie, got sick and they had to stay home with her. So there Draco was attempting to imagine the pages of his “2 Witches Daily” magazine but their body came out weirdly contorted in his mind, That’s when he smelt Grangers signature perfume enter the room (not that he knew what it smelled like haha..)

As Hermione entered the room, Draco turned to face her, his expression guarded yet hopeful. Hermione's expression was unreadable as she approached Draco's bedside, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of apprehension and determination. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

"Draco, I...I wanted to apologize," Hermione began, her words tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have left things the way I did. I let my emotions get the better of me, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

Draco scoffs and crosses his arms “yeah no fucking shit, you left me with a fucking incompetent physical what ever the fuck you are! i’m pretty sure weasley would be a better one and that’s saying a lot!”

Hermione's smile faltered at Draco's sharp words, a pang of hurt flashing across her features before she regained her composure.

"I understand that you're upset, Draco," she replied, her voice steady despite the sting of his words. "And I'm truly sorry for leaving you with someone you're not comfortable with. But I'm here now, and I want to help you get through this."

Draco all but grunts and points at the wheelchair.

“Help me get into the fucking chair, I’m tired of this bed”

The wheel chair had been magically fitted to his exact body type, it had a low back with removable handles, a patted bottom and two big wheels (obviously)

Hermione nodded, understanding the urgency in Draco's tone. She moved to his side, carefully assisting him as he shifted from the bed to the wheelchair. As Draco settled into the wheelchair, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Despite his stubbornness, he knew that being confined to the bed was only hindering his progress.

Hermione watches him with close eyes as he tries to figure out the wheels, he pushes them forward and backwards. Easy enough. He tries to get them to move to the side and he doesn’t move. He looks at Hermione with a blank face.

“you gave me a broken chair granger”

Hermione sighed, realizing her mistake. She approached the wheelchair and examined it carefully, trying to identify the issue. After a moment of inspection, she discovered that the locking mechanism for the sideways movement was engaged.

“Sorry about that, Draco," Hermione said, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Looks like I forgot to unlock the wheels for lateral movement. Let me fix that for you."

With a flick of her wand, Hermione disengaged the locking mechanism, allowing the wheels to move freely in all directions. “There you go, all fixed," she said, offering him an apologetic smile.

He hums and moves slowly around the room realizing maneuvering it was easier than to be expected. He was feeling real good about himself until he looked at Hermione and he groaned.

Hermione’s face grew with concerned as she looked at him “does something hurt?”

“You’re taller than me now”

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at Draco's observation, her concern melting into amusement. "Well, I suppose I am," she replied with a playful grin. "But don't worry, I won't let it go to my head.”

“You better not Granger because i can still beat you in a fight”

Hermione laughed, shaking her head at Draco's competitive spirit. "I wouldn't doubt it, Draco," she said, a teasing glint in her eyes. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that. After all, I'd hate to have to resort to using my superior intellect to outsmart you."

After about thirty minutes in the chair Draco declared that he was in fact over it

Hermione helped Draco back in bed, who was not very helpful being that he used none of his upper extremities to help him get on the bed.

“Was a lightening spell really necessary Granger, you’ve wounded my ego”

“Draco im 5,3 and you’re 6’4, so unless you want both of us to be paralyzed i suggest you shut your mouth” Hermione pointed out with a blank face. "Now get some rest. We'll tackle the wheelchair again tomorrow."

Draco groaned and flipped back into his bed and started counting on his fingers

Day number 24 without a wank.

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