Nowhere else to turn Chapter 88: Alleviation
‘Hermione’s terror at watching Draco collapse onto the table in front of her is beyond anything she’s ever known; it is a bottomless chasm of screaming fear, panic, and helplessness, that renders her mute and frozen for what feels like minutes (though in reality is but a few milliseconds).
Time drips like a slowly-leaking tap, only to suddenly slam back into regular perception with a great whoosh, as the surrounding noisy panic underlines the gravity of their situation.
Draco, hold on– HOLD ON, I WON’T LET YOU LEAVE ME, DRACO… NEVER!
She cradles his limp head, fighting to stay calm and concentrate on what she knows she must do. Her structured brain rapidly assesses and chooses a plan of attack. Yes. YES. This is going to work. It has to work.
Her eyes darken to the colour of bitter chocolate, as she turns her head to authoritatively address the gathered crowd of professors and flocking, curious students.
“Kvothe Flagg, get me a bezoar – NOW. Luna, fetch Madam Pomfrey – tell her Draco’s been poisoned with some sort of alkaloid compound. Neville, summon Professor McGonagall. Cecily, Pomona – clear the room, get rid of all the gawkers – except for that one,” Hermione snarls, momentarily straightening from her protective crouch over Draco’s insensate form to wandlessly pin the ashen-faced, cringing Seventh Year schoolgirl to the stone wall on their left.
“Madam Hooch, grab that little witch – she laced his coffee, and she’s going to bloody well explain herself!” Her tenuously-restrained fury internally snaps and writhes. Not now – but soon. Soon.
“Well?! GET MOVING!” she roars, although Luna and Neville have already raced away on their respective orders...’
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