“Healer Granger!” A petite woman called from another room. Hermione was talking to another Healer when she poked her head out of the hospital room and flailed her arms, trying to get Hermione’s attention. “Healer Granger, please!” She called again.
“Consult me about it later.” Hermione assured the Healer she was speaking to and walked over to the woman who looked fairly worried. Her clipboard in one hand and her wand in the pocket of her Healer robes. “Is everything alright, Ma'am?”
“No! In fact it’s not!” She huffed as Hermione stood in front of the doorway. “We have been waiting for three hours for a Healer! Nobody has come! Not one! My son is not well, he needs medical attention! Please! He is in pain, do something.” The woman pleaded with a sense of urgency.
“I’m sorry that you’ve had to wait for so long. I don't know why there are no Healers assigned to this room…” Hermione said, as she grabbed the clipboard that was in a box hanging on the door. “Your son is the one who needs help?” She asked to clarify before turning the page to see the patient's information.
“God Son.” She clarified. Hermione flipped the page and skimmed through the patient's information.
Her heart skipped a few beats when she read the name. “Draco Malfoy?” Hermione asked, shock clear in her voice. “He’s- in there?” She asked.
“Yes, and he’s badly hurt.”
Hermione took a deep breath. “You can do this. He is a patient. It’s your job to help people in need of medical attention.” She repeated it in her head over and over as she walked in the room.
He was indeed hurt. Badly.
He was crouching over, grasping at his rib-cage, howling in pain. His hair was messed up, his lip busted open, and a gash on his cheek bone.
“Mr.Malfoy, I’m your Healer and will be helping you today.” Hermione kept her back to him, a foot away from where he was sitting, growling in agony.
He reached his hand out, wrapping his fingers firmly around her wrist. “Cut the games, Granger- I know it’s you- just fucking help me!” His voice was raspy. As she turned around to face him, she met his eyes, full of pain.
“Lay down.” She ordered, setting down her clipboard and moving to the otherside of the bed. “What happened?” She asked, casting a few healing spells over his body.
He groaned, grasping at his rib-cage as his bones rearranged. “Quidditch- accident- '' He managed to say.
Hermione looked over to the petite woman who was watching the scene play out with tears in her eyes.
“He- he plays for the Falcons… they had a match against the Harpies and a Bludger knocked his broom,” She explained through tears. “I- I’m sorry- I need a minute-” She began to cry and left the room in a rush.
Hermione cursed internally as she left, leaving her and Malfoy alone.
She pressed her wand to his lip and it stopped bleeding, along with his cheekbone. Hermione ran over to the potions cabinet and grabbed a pain reliever potion for him. “Here, take this. It will take away most of the pain.” She handed him the vial and he shimmied up the bed, not moving his arm from his abdomen. “Can you-” She cleared her throat as he knocked back his head, the silvery liquid emptying out of the vial and rushing down his throat. “-remove your shirt, please?”
He chuckled. “We only just reunited, Granger… do take it slow, will you?” He smirked, removing his Quidditch jersey off and handing it to her.
She rolled her eyes. “Glad to see the potion already working…” She huffed and hung his shirt on the hook behind the door. “Can you tell me exactly what happened?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Wish I could…” He shrugged. “I don’t remember much- it’s all a blur.”
“Did you hit your head?” She asked, examining the bruising on his chest and abdomen.
“I assume so.” He answered shortly.
Hermione ran her hand over the back of his head gently, watching his facial expressions for any sign of discomfort or pain. When she reached the top of his head, Malfoy winced and she sighed.
“You most likely have a concussion.” She stated, filling out the form on her clipboard with a quill. “Several broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder.”
“Fuck-” He groaned throawing his head back.
“What are the scars from?” Hermione asked, looking up from her clipboard momentarily.
Malfoy scoffed. “These?” He pointed to his chest. She nodded. “Your beloved friend, Potter. Don't you remember?” He chuckled. “Sixth year was it? Bloody hell- I thought I was dead!” He laughed, running a hand through his hair, wincing as he reached the spot on his head where he had hit it.
“Sorry- I didn’t realize-” Hermione stuttered nervously.
“Don't. It was a long time ago and I’m willing to put it behind me. All that's left is the reminder of how idiotic I was back then.” He scoffed, running his hand down his chest.
It was silent for a while as Hermione watched Malfoy’s vitals on the monitor she conjured, taking notes. He watched her closely before speaking again.
“So…” He began. “Healer Granger, is it? That’s something I never thought I would have to say.” He scoffed.
“And why is that?” Hermione asked, not taking her eyes from her clipboard.
“Well- for one, I never thought I would see you again. And two I always thought you would go into the Department of Magical Creatures at the Ministry.” He shrugged.
Hermione looked up from her notes then, surprised at his words.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“No- I just- why would you think I would-?” She asked, not sure what to say.
“Seriously?” He chuckled. “All you ever spoke about at Hogwarts was ‘Save the House-elves!’ Bloody hell, woman- are you kidding? I’m honestly shocked you never became a Veterinarian or something like that.”
Hermione raised her eyebrow at him. “And yourself?” She asked. “What do you do?”
He looked at her dumbfounded before there was a spark in his eye. Hermione swore she heard the lightbulb go off in his head. “That's right- I forgot you're not fond of Quidditch.” He chuckled. “I play for the Falmouth Falcons.”
“Professional Quidditch I presume?” She clarified. Malfoy nodded. “Didn’t peg you as a Quidditch fanatic back at Hogwarts…”
“I was, I just never got to play the position I wanted.” He shrugged.
“Which is?”
“Chaser. Always fascinated me. But Lucius never let me play Chaser. It was always Seeker or nothing.” He shrugged.
Hermione didn’t miss the fact he called his father by his given name…
“And your God Mother said you were playing against the HolyHead Harpies?” Hermione asked, walking back over to examine the bruising on his chest again.
“Woah- ladies and gentlemen! She knows the name of a Quidditch team!” Malfoy whisper-shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Hermione rolled her eyes as he chuckled to himself. “Yes, we were playing the Harpies.” He answered. “I believe your Husband’s sister plays Beater on the team, no?”
“My husband?” Hermione shot her head up and looked at him confused.
“Uh- yeah? Weasley?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
Hermione broke out into laughter. “You think Ronald and I got married?!”
“Well- yeah?”
She scoffed. “No way! You are joking- right?” She placed a hand on his bare shoulder and paused. “Please tell me you're joking…”
His eyes flicked from her hand and back up to her eyes. “No?”
She scoffed again. “Way off.” She laughed, walking over to make another note on her clipboard. “We haven’t spoken in three years.” She shrugged.
“Oh-” He scoffed. “That's- surprising to say the least-”
“Is it really?” She asked, genuinely curious.
“Well- yeah... Ask anyone we went to school with. It was always you and Weasley, and the other Weasley and Potter. End of story.” He shrugged.
“Two for two there, Malfoy. Keep it up!” She laughed as she walked back to the potions cabinet.
“What?” He asked. “Are- Weasley and Potter arn’t- holy fuck-” He put his hand on his head in disbelif.
“Yeah- they aren't together either. Ginny is seeing someone else- but won’t tell anyone who- and well- Harry is in Ierland.”
“Potter moved to Ierland? What in the fuck knuckles?”
“Yeah. Weird, eh?” She scoffed. “Nobody turned out how we thought they would.”
“Not true.” He butted in, holding a finger up. “Pansy Parkinson became a stripper.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “No- really?”
“Yes really! It's hilarious actually- Theo Nott and I go tease her at the club constantly. It’s quite comical.”
“And what does he do? Theodore Nott?” Hermione asked, curious. She handed him a vial of pink liquid that was meant to reduce his concussion.
“He most likely made this.” He shrugged before pulling the cork and knocking his head back. “He brues the potions for St.Mungos.” Malfoy explained further.
“Wow… that’s quite impressive actually.”
“Oh- so all I had to do to impress you was say I make potions for a living?” He scoffed. “So much for being a Professional Quidditch Player.” He rolled his eyes playfully.
“Impress me? Whatever for?” Hermione asked, turning around and sorting out her notes further.
“You are joking?” He scoffed. She heard shuffling on the bed, but didn’t turn around. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Please tell me you're joking…” He spoke low into her ear.
She turned to face him, their faces mere inches apart. She shook her head slowly.
“Youre fucking Hermione Granger-” He scoffed. “The woman with the hair, the body, the brains, the voice-” He groaned. “Need I say more?”
“What are you-”
“Fucking hell-” He groaned again and pinned her against the wall, his arms on either sides of her head. “Stop me.” He whispered, inching closer. “Fucking stop me or so help me God-”
Before he could finish speaking, Hermione lunged forward, pressing her lips to his. He immediately kissed her back, grabbing hold of the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her curly hair.
His knee came up to get between her legs, highly arousing, yet needed so she didn’t slide down the wall.
Malfoy pulled away momentarily, grabbing her clipboard and tossing it onto the bed. Their lips met again, one of his hands secured itself on her hip and the other still in her hair.
“Malfoy- we- can't-” She breathed into the kiss. He sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, making his way down her neck with careful kisses. “You- you're hurt-”
“I’m fine-” He growled against her neck. “I feel fine.”
“You're not fine-” She whimpered against him.
“Yes- I am.” He said, tightening his grip on her waist, pushing her down against his knee.
“You- you should not- we shouldn’t be-”
“Oh shut up, Granger-” He growled, meeting her eyes. “I’m fine. See? Fine.”
“Fine isn’t healed. You have broken bones that are only just mending themselves and a concussion.” She said seriously.
“And?” He teased.
“And… that means no physical activity for at least a week.” She told him as his lips found her neck again.
He stopped, frozen. His lips were still on her neck. He moved, his lips hovered over her skin now. “A week?”
“Mhm.”
“So- no Quidditch?” He asked, his mouth still only an inch away from her skin. “And, no sex?”
“Y-yes. That’s correct.” She swallowed deeply.
“That’s too bad then…” He said with a teasing tone in his voice. “I was looking forward to that.” He shrugged and stepped away, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted his thighs and looked right into Hermione’s eyes.
“You want me to-”
“We started this already, no? Mind as well finish it.” Malfoy’s face was serious, his features hard and pointed.
“Malfoy- no. I- I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve actually done thus far! Merlin-” Hermione started to come to terms with the situation.
Had she actually just kissed Draco Malfoy?
“We.” Was all he said.
“What?”
“What we did. What we have done thus far. Not you. Us.” He stood from the bed, hands at his sides. “I respect that, though.” He said seriously. “I understand that you don’t want to dry fuck me in your place of work.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “Would you keep your voice down?!”
“Oh- I’m sorry- did you not want anyone knowing that we were just snoging?” He raised his voice slightly.
“Bleeding hell, Malfoy!” Hermione huffed and ran her hands through her hair, fixing it after Malfoy had his big, pale, slender hands running through- “Are you feeling better?” She asked abruptly.
“I am.” He said knowingly with a smirk.
“Great.” Hermione said, walking around him to grab the clipboard he had thrown. “We will need to keep you here overnight, but in the morning when you get discharged there will be no physical activity for a week. That includes Quidditch, running, flying on your broom, and-”
“Sex.” He finished.
“Yes, no sex.” Hermione cleared her throat and made for the doorway. “You’ll have to come back at the end of the week for a check-up.” She said before leaving.
“I’m looking forward to it, Healer Granger.” Malfoy said proudly. “Anything else?”
“Nope, that’ll be all.”
---
Hermione had gone back to her office right after her ‘reunion’ with Draco Malfoy.
She put her head down on the desk and took deep breaths as she played the scene out in her head over and over again. Had she really been the one to initiate the kiss? Did she lean into him? He told her to stop him- and- she kissed him instead…
“Shit.” Hermione breathed out.
Why was she so upset? Well… for one, Draco Malfoy was no longer the scrawny prat she knew back in school. He was now a muscular, tall, he had nice hands, very nice hands, tall, attractive, tall, horny prat, which made it a whole lot harder to hate the kiss.
Was she upset at the fact that he was all a woman could ask for and more? Fuck yes. He is Draco Malfoy. There is no way in hell she would ever go for someone like him.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. “Come in.” Hermione announced.
The petite woman from earlier came into the room with a shy smile. “Healer Granger, I’m sorry to bother you…” She said,
“No- there is no bother, please. Take a seat.” Hermione stood momentarily as she waited for the woman to sit in the chair in front of her desk.
“I just wanted to apologise for leaving the room earlier… I- just can't see him in pain like that…”
“I understand, don’t beat yourself up over it.” Hermione smiled at the woman who called herself Malfoy’s Godmother.
“Draco tells me you two know each other?” She asked, curious.
“Oh- y-yes. I suppose we do… we went to Hogwarts together.” She explained. “I wouldn’t say we were friends- but- we were in the same class often.”
“Darling… I’m aware he bullied you.” She smiled sweetly. “But- can I let you in on a secret?” Hermione watched the woman, skeptical. “Draco used to come to my house every summer… and every summer he had another story about Hermione Granger and her adventures.” She laughed. “I thought nothing of it at the time… but now- I’ve seen first hand the way he looks at you- even when he is in excruciating pain.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
“It’s been five years.” She said softly. “He’s not the same arsehole he was. Trust me.” Hermione suddenly felt a ping of guilt in her chest. She wasn’t sure why she did, but she hated it. “From my understanding, he has to stay overnight?” Hermione nodded.
“Yes- just so I can monitor his concussion and make sure his bones heal properly.” Hermione explained. “If he’s well enough in the morning he can be discharged.”
“Thank you, Healer Granger, for everything.” She smiled at Hermione and stood. “I’m Evana by the way.” She smiled at her and left the room.
Hermione let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Evana closed her office door behind her. Once again left alone with her thoughts…
---
Hermione had to work the night shift that night because her colleague that normally worked it had called in sick.
On any normal day, Hermione would have gladly taken the shift… but it’s not a normal day. One of the patients who needed attending was Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy that Hermione had kissed- made out with not four hours ago… The same Draco Malfoy who told her to straddle him for her own pleasure seeing as Healer’s orders went against him having sex for a week. The same Draco Malfoy that bullied her throughout her childhood…
“Healer Granger, your patient in room 104 is awake.” Another Healer that went by the name of Healer McKay.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him and stood from her desk. She picked up her clipboard and left her office, making way for room 104.
The patient was a former Auror who had to get a leg amputation after a failed mission.
“Hello, Mr.Ford.” Hermione greeted as she examined his newly amputated limb. “How are you feeling?”
“Quite well, thank you.” He smiled, looking down at his leg. “Although… I do feel a bit lighter…” He joked.
Hermione giggled. “Glad to see you're in good spirits.” She smiled and jotted down some notes on her clipboard.
“You know…” The older man started. “That blond fellow down the hall keeps pacing the halls… seems nervous.” He chuckled.
“Oh,” Hermione laughed nervously. “Yes- he is a professional Quidditch player.” She explained. “He got into an accident during a game this evening and well- I’ve told him he can’t play for at least a week.”
“Ah- that explains it.” He laughed. “What team does he play for?”
“Falmouth Falcons I believe.”
“His name?” The man asked, eyes wide.
“Draco Malfoy…” She answered looking confused.
“Bloody hell!” He shouted out of excitement. “Draco Malfoy- is- here?”
“You know him?” She asked, with a slight chuckle as she checked his vitols.
“Do I know him-” He scoffed. “For one- his father was a well known follower of Voldemort so I know his family name...” He shrugged. “But- he is the best Chaser that Quidditch has seen in years! Bloody hell- I’m honored to be breathing the same air as him-”
Hermione laughed. “Would you like to meet him? I’m sure he would love to meet one of his fans, especially in his state.”
“Healer Granger, I doubt that he would want to speak to a forty year old man while he is in the hospital.” He laughed.
“It doesn't hurt to ask.” She shrugged.
---
Her next patient on the list to check on was none other than Draco Malfoy in room 108.
She opened the door and glanced at the hospital bed. He was asleep. Well this would make it a lot easier…
She kept her back to the bed as she took notes of his breathing patterns and vitols.
“Come back for round two?” His voice was raspy. He chuckled and winced in pain.
“Still in pain?” She asked, ignoring his idiotic and childish joke.
“Quite.” He said, grasping at his rib-cage.
“Un-button your shirt, let me see.” She walked over to the bed as he carefully undid the buttons to his shit.
There was severe bruising to his left side, purple and blue everywhere. “Yikes.” She breathed out, bedding down to touch his ribs. He winced at the slightest touch. “This isn’t good…”
“What?” He asked, sounding worried.
“The bone was so badly broken- shattered even- that the spell hasn't healed it fully.” She scribbled away at her clipboard. “Are you telling me the truth about the accident?” She stood up and looked at him pointedly.
“Yes?” He said, a slight smirk on his lips. She raised an eyebrow and glared at him. “You're cute when you're mad- did you know that?” She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Fine- the Bludger didn’t hit my broom… it hit me.”
Hermione sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You should have told me… this is not good, Malfoy…” She ran her fingers down his abdomen and he threw his head back in pain. “Sorry-”
“No- no, it's fine.” He took a deep breath and met her eyes. “You're ok.” His eyes flicked down to her lips momentarily. She turned on her heel and walked to the other side of the room.
“Can I ask you something?” Hermione said abruptly, looking up from her notes.
“Anything, Granger. Ask me anything.”
She cleared her throat, not missing the hidden meaning. “I have a patient just a few rooms over who is a Falcons fan- specifically a Draco Malfoy fan- do you think you could- I don’t know- talk to him?”
“Uh- yeah, sure.” He said, shocked. “Not where I thought that was going… but- yeah. How old is he?”
“Forty-one.” Hermione gave him her best grin, knowing he thought she was talking about a child.
“You- you want me to- get out of bed- to- to speak to a middle-aged man?” He scoffed, looking at her wide-eyed.
“Well- I was going to roll him over in a wheelchair seeing as he just got his leg amputated… but that works too! Thanks for volunteering.” She smirked and walked over to him again.
She examined the cut on his cheek, running her finger over the wound. Her other finger propped itself against his chin so she wouldn’t apply too much pressure to the fresh wound. She gasped when she felt the temperature of his skin.
She quickly moved her dand to his forehead, bringing his hair out of the way. He watched her intensely with a slight grin on his lips as he watched every facial reaction she had. “You're burning up.” She said softly.
“I am not-” He protested.
Hermione glared at him, causing him to shut his mouth quickly. “Malfoy- all of this could have been avoided if you had just been honest with me from the beginning.”
“I didn’t have a choice- Quidditch is my life, Granger. You don’t understand. Without it I’m literally nothing.”
“That’s not true.” She corrected him. “If I remember correctly you were quite the potions student back at Hogwarts, came for my title a few times as top of the class.”
He scoffed. “As if I would actually ever top you.”
There was a pregnant silence that filled the room. Hermione made a note on her clipboard and evaluated the previous points she had made. She sighed and sat the board down, walking over to the other side of the room to look through the potions cabinet again.
“I’m sorry.” Malfoy breathed.
“Don’t apologise to me- you're hurting yourself.” She shrugged, handing him a vial of a potion to relieve the pain in his head. He grabbed the vial and she turned on her heel.
Before she could walk away, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “You know that’s not what I meant.” He glared at her. “I’m sorry for kissing you earlier- it was uncalled for.”
“I kissed you.” Was all she said.
“Yeah- but I was being a dick and I’m sorry.” He huffed and let go of his wrist.
“Malfoy- stop it.” She said abruptly. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded. “Have you ever had anyone refuse to kiss you?”
“Of course I have.”
“And? How did they act?” She sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him pointedly. He shuffled up so his back was straight. He winced as he moved.
“Well- she pushed me- and then slapped me across the face- and then left-” Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
“What did you do to deserve that?” She giggled.
“I told her to tell me to stop, just as I did you- and she did.” He shrugged.
“Exactly.” She grinned. “Did I do any of that?”
“Well- no?”
“So? What makes you think I didn’t want- that you were being a dick about it? You warned me, you gave me a chance to back out and you were gentle- kind of-”
He watched her closely, the expression on his face both confused and slightly aroused.
“You want to know what makes me think I was being a dick?” He asked, the expression on his face slowly grew from confusion to amusement.
“I do.” Was all Hermione said.
“Fine.” He huffed. “Number one; I cornered you. Number two; I didn’t ask to put my hands on you. Three; I literally sat down- and told you to get yourself off on me.” He scoffed. “I have never told anyone to do that before, just so you know. I’m not a complete animal.”
“So- you think you were being not only a dick for initiating intimacy- but also an animal for telling me to dry fuck you?” His eyes went wide as she used the words she did.
“Uh- yeah… I guess you could say it like that.” He chuckled.
“I would have done it- just so you know.” She said non scholantly.
Malfoy’s face paled and his jaw dropped. “You- wha- hold on… rewind. Take a step back. You… Hermione Granger… Hermione fucking Granger- were willing to-”
She shrugged. “Why do you think I left?” She scoffed. “If I had stayed I probably would have jumped you.”
“Is this a dream?” He asked, jaw still on the floor. “Am I dead? I’m dead aren't I? Well fuck-” Hermione laughed at his antics.
“You've changed. And I can see that.” She said, standing up from the bed. “Sure- I went back to my office and had a panic attack- but after I cleared my mind- and spoke with your Godmother- I understood that you are different now.”
“Spoke with my- I'm not even going to ask.” He rolled his eyes.
Hermione giggled. “Take the potion.” She said quietly when she realised it was still full in his hand.
“They make my vision fuzzy-” He groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. Hermione quietly tiptoed over to him and ran her fingers slowly along his throat and over his Adam's-Apple.
He shot his head back up and eyed her. She bent her head down slightly, her hand making its way up into his hair. “Take the potion, it’ll make you feel better.” She smiled sheepishly at him.
“Merlin’s left tit woman-” He breathed as his grey eyes met her own.
She ran her thumb over the cut on his lip.
“You're no animal, Draco. Remember that.” She whispered before making for the door. “Oh- I’ll come and get you in an hour or so if you're not sleeping to go and see Mr.Ford.”
He tilted his head to the side slightly. “Are you not going home?”
“Night shift.” She winked playfully at him before leaving him, the room lit by a lamp on the bed-side table.
---
As promised, Hermione went to check on Draco an hour later.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, back facing the door. His elbows were on his knees and his hands were in his hair.
She stood there for a moment, admiring the muscles in his back.
Hermione knocked on the door, her clipboard in hand, before she entered. His head snapped backwards and his eyes lit up when they met her’s.
“Hey,” He greeted her as she slowly came into the room.
“Hi.” She set her clipboard down and stood facing him with her arms crossed.
“What the fuck did you give me?” He chuckled, looking up at her as he rubbed his face.
Hermione laughed. “It was supposed to help you sleep.” She smiled.
“Well- it worked.” He laughed. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in- Merlin knows how long.”
She smiled. “Good. And your head?”
“Good as new.” He shook his head back and forth a couple times showing her he felt no pain. “Was it Dreamless Sleep?”
Hermione shook her head. “It’s my own creation, actually. As an experienced Healer, I have the privilege of doing my own medical research and developing spells and potions to help with the healing process.”
“You fucking brilliant woman-” He shot up from his seat and cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes intently. He cleared his throat and took a step back. “Sorry…”
Hermione shook her head. “You're fine.” She went to write something down on her clipboard and looked back up at him. “Are you still up for your meet and greet with Mr.Ford?”
Malfoy laughed and nodded.
“Oh- before we go- Mr.Ford informed me that you’ve been walking up and down the halls all day?” Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing.
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I’m a Quidditch player- you can’t expect me to sit here for hours on end.”
Hermione shook her head and laughed. “I guess you're right.”
“Of course I’m right,” He scoffed and threw a Falmouth Falcons Quidditch hoodie over his head, making his way to the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and followed him out.
---
“Mr.Ford?” Hermione knocked on the door before entering. The man looked up from the book he was reading and took his glasses off.
“Healer Granger, what brings you here at this hour?” He laughed as she came into the room.
“Well… I have someone here that I think you might be happy to meet.” She smirked as Malfoy made his way into the room.
He stood next to her, at least two feet taller. “Mr.Ford is it?” He grinned at the man who had wide eyes. “Draco Malfoy.” Malfoy walked over to him and held his hand out.
“Holy chicken shits- you're really here-” He scoffed, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr.Malfoy.”
He held his hand up. “Please, call me Draco.”
“Then you have to call me, Dave- it’s only fair.” He chuckled. “So? Why are you in here?”
“Bludger to the broom. Had a nasty fall...” He lied, catching Hermione’s eye. “Healer Granger over here is taking good care of me though.”
“You two know each other- don’t you?” He asked, suspiciously.
“We went to school together, yes.” Draco chuckled, flashing Hermine a grin. She rolled her eyes.
“I’m twice your age and a highly experienced, well trained Auror- you don’t think I don’t know what that little look meant?” Dave scoffed.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” Draco shrugged, going to stand next to Hermione again at the foot of his bed.
“Please- of course you do! You like her- and she-” He pointed to Hermione.” -is not having it.” He shrugged. “You've kissed- maybe once or twice based on how gleeful Ms.Granger was when she came back from your room earlier in the night. And not to mention the blush that is currently on both of your faces.”
“OK- I think it’s time for you to get some rest- don’t you think, Mr.Ford?” Hermione put her hands on Malfoy’s back and shuffled him towards the door.
“HEY! Don’t do too much damage to him- the Falcon’s need him.” He laughed and Malfoy broke out into laughter once they were in the hallway.
“That is not what I expected...” He tried to catch his breath as they walked back to his room.
“Yeah- he’s a handful.” She huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she held the door open for him to walk in his hospital room.
He scoffed and sat on the edge of the bed, the same spot he sat in when he had told her to-
“So? When can I go home?” He asked as she tried not to make eye contact.
“I’m not sure… most likely tomorrow morning- if not, then most likely by the late evening..” She told him. “Can you remove your jumper so I can see your bruises again?”
He did.
“The bruising is mostly yellow now, which is good, meaning its healing.” She explained, her fingers running up and down his chest. She was standing just a foot away from him.
“What about physical activity? Still the week?”
“Most likely… it’s the safe option. But I will take a look again in the morning.”
“No you won’t” He spat. She looked at him confused. “When the fuck do you get to have a break?”
“I don't.”
“That’s not- no. Find another Healer to examine me in the morning. You need sleep, Hermione.” He huffed.
A shiver went down her spine as his tongue curled around the vowels of her given name. “I would rather be the one to discharge you.”
“Then I’ll wait.” He shrugged.
“What?”
“I’ll wait for you to go home, eat and sleep. Then you can come back and examine me however much you’d like.” He smirked, and Hermione didn’t miss the hidden meaning.
“Draco- I can’t. I’m on duty. I can’t just go home and sleep whenever I’d like. It was my choice to take this shift. I have to serve the consequences.”
“Then sleep here.” He said, looking up at her.
“I beg your p-”
“Did I stutter?” He smirked, his hands finding a spot on her hips to rest. “Sleep here. I won’t let you go twenty-four hours without sleep. Sorry.” He tightened his grip on her hips slightly.
“Malfoy- I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before, it’s not the end of the world. We kissed once, you aren’t my boyfriend, you don’t need to worry about me.” She rolled her eyes and tried to push away. He pulled her closer.
“I dont give a flying fuck if we kissed once- I’m certianly not your boyfriend, because if I were- you wouldn’t be standing here right now. You would already be at home. Sleeping.” He lifted one of his hands and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “What patients do you have for tonight?”
“You, Mr.Ford and a little girl just across the hall. Lisa.” She told him, meeting his eyes.
“I sure as hell know Dave won’t mind if you take an hour long nap… What about this little girl? Why is she here?” He asked, loosening his grip slightly and leaving his hands comfortably on her waist.
“She’s in a coma. Has been for two weeks.” Hermione explained.
“So- she won’t be waking up in the next hour or two?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well- it’s not impossible-” Her brows furrowed. Malfoy groaned and threw his head back, exposing his neck. “You know I like it when you do that.” Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth as the words escaped before her brain could tell her to stop.
Malfoy’s head snapped back up to look her in the eyes. His expression consisted of confusion, arousal and a sense of being intrigued. “When I- throw my- head back?” She covered her face with her hands and shook her head vigorously. Malfoy chuckled and grabbed both her hands in his. “You’re over tired, aren’t you?”
She nodded, not meeting his gaze.
“Hermione, look at me.” Her eyes snapped to his stormy grey ones. “I think we best have a chat in the morning, yeah?” He placed a kiss to her knuckles. “A long overdue chat.”
“About?”
“Us.”
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That night, Hermione had gone to sleep in the hospital bed, curled up next to Draco. His arm was around her waist and her hand and head laid on his chest.
Draco however, didn’t sleep. He watched as her eyes fluttered open every time his hand absentmindedly pulled her closer to him. He watched her as she took deep breaths every so often.
“How the fuck did this happen?” He thought to himself. “The love of my life is finally in my arms…”
Hermione shifted in her sleep, her eyes fluttered open to meet Draco’s. “Hi,” She smiled.
“Hey,” He chuckled.
“What time is it?” Hermione asked, sitting up and stretching her arms in the hair. Draco watched every movement she made.
With a wave of his wand, he found out the time. “2:09 am.” He informed her. “It’s only been an hour.”
Hermione stood up from the bed and stretched once more. Draco reached over and grabbed her wrist, meeting her eyes. “I have to go check on Mr.Ford.” Hermione sighed. “I will be back in twenty minutes.”
“Fine.” He groaned. “If you're not back, I’m coming to look for you.” Hermione rolled her eyes and put her white Healer waist-coat back on.
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She walked down the hall and into Mr.Ford’s room. “Healer Granger.” He greeted her with a smile, putting down his book from earlier.
“Mr.Ford.” She smiled.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Dave! You saved my bloody life and it’s still so formal!” He chuckled.
“Once you start to call me Hermione, then I will call you by your given name.” She smiled sheepishly as she examined his amputated limb.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s disrespectful. You've saved my life how many times now?”
“Neither can I.” She raised an eyebrow at him and laughed.
“Have you slept?” He asked, changing the conversation.
“I have.” She smiled. “In fact, I woke up just to come see you and Lisa.”
“You went home?” He asked, surprised.
Hermione tells Mr.Ford everything, including the fact that she can't leave the hospital while on shift.
Before he got his leg amputated, he would come into St.Mungos countless times a week with silly spells that had been thrown at him when he was trying to make an arrest. The first time he came in, Hermione had been assigned to be his Healer. Ever since then, she has always been the one to jump on his case. A father figure if you will.
“No- I slept here. Just a quick power nap.” She explained, turning her back to him.
“In your office?” He bugged her.
“No… I can’t sleep in my office, there isn’t any room for that-” She scoffed. Not even a second later, she knew she screwed up- that would have been her only excuse…
“So? Where did you sleep?” He asked, knowing damn well there was only one other place she could have been.
Hermione didn’t answer. She made a note on her clipboard and s
Took a deep breath. “You should get some sleep, Dave.” She smiled and left the room.
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“And she returns! Two minutes to spare!” Draco teased as Hermione made her way back into his Hospital room.
She rolled her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I didn’t get hit in the gut with a Bludger.” He teased. Hermione glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “I’m telling the truth! I feel like I did before I came in here.”
“Are you lying?” She asked, removing her waistcoat. Hermione took a step closer to the bed.
“If I say no, will it be a better outcome?” He asked as she toyed with the clasp of her belt buckle.
“It depends.” She answered. “Is sleeping in my underwear a better outcome?”
“Merlins left fucking tit-” He groaned as she pulled off her skinny jeans on one swift movement.
Next, she pulled off her cable-knit sweater, over her head. Draco’s breath hitched when his eyes were met with Hermione Granger wearing a pair of lace lilac knickers and a black lace bra.
She crossed the room, picking up his Falcons jumper off the chair in the corner and slipped it over her head. Hermione made her way slowly to the other side and got under the covers of the hospital bed.
“You're insane.” He smirked down at her.
“Mhm.” She hummed a response.
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Hermione got up every hour to go check on Lisa and Dave. Sometimes Mr.Ford was sleeping… but most of the time he was awake due to the aching pain in his newly amputated limb.
She slipped a pair of Draco's sweatpants on and off each time she left the room, knowing she was one of three people on duty on the entire floor.
When morning rolled around, Hermione was the first to wake up. She peeled Draco’s arm from around her and slid from under his leg that had casually wrapped around her body in the last hour.
“Good morning.” He smirked as Hermione pulled his hoodie off her torso.
“Good morning.” She smirked, putting on her clothes from the night before. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I have in years-” He chuckled, his voice low and raspy. “My chest doesn't hurt anymore.”
He peeled the sheet off his body, revealing his bare torso. Hermione came closer to see that the bruising was almost completely yellow now. “You're healing wonderfully- now that you actually told me what happened-” She rolled her eyes.
“Now, now, Hermione… no need to be bitchy. I thought you were a morning person? I mean- that is what you said at Hogwarts-” He held his hand up.
Her jaw dropped and she tried to hold back laughter as he teased her. Hermione threw his Falcon’s sweater square at his face before walking towards the door.
Hermione had her hand on the handle when the nob began to spin under her fingertips, she took a step back as the door opened revealing Evana, Draco’s Godmother.
“Healer Granger- good morning!” She said, surprised.
“Good morning, indeed.” Draco chuckled from behind the two women as he pulled his hoodie, the one Hermione had been wearing, over his head.
“Glad to see you on your feet again.” Evana smiled as he walked over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, Healer Granger, for everything.”
Hermione didn’t miss the hidden meaning behind that, she recalled the conversation the two shared the night before in her office. “Happy I could help.”
“It’s your job.” Draco chimed in with a chuckle.
“Yeah- and catching Bludgers is yours… yet we are still standing here.” Hermione bantered playfully.
Draco raised an intrigued eyebrow, dragged his tongue on the inside of his cheek and then smirked.
“Well-” Hermione cleared her voice, trying to get rid of the butterfly sanctuary that had just been built in her stomach- nope… lower… “Draco should be all healed, but just to be safe I’m going to do one more examination if that’s alright. I got some confusing results on the last test I ran, so I just want to be sure.”
“Of course.” Evana smiled at her before leaving the room.
Hermione closed the door and quickly locked it. Without skipping a beat, she snapped her head to Draco and crashed their lips together.
He immediately kissed her back, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her against him. “Fuck-” He groaned.
Draco’s hands flew under her shirt and drew shapes on her skin as they kissed passionately.
“Fucking Incredable-” He spoke though the kiss.
Hermione pulled back and pressed her forehead to his, Draco’s hand still swirling circles on her lower back. “I think you're good to go.” She giggled.
“I don't know about that- I’ve got this pain- on my lip? I dont know- it’s like they need something… like they're missing something…”
“Oh?” Hermione laughed. “Would this help?” he pressed a kiss to his lips once more.
“Mhm.” He hummed in response. Hermione pulled back from the kiss. “No, no, no- we’re not done here-” He pulled her back in and kissed her harder than he ever had before.
Their lips separated, but they didn’t move away from each other.
“I’m going to marry you one day.” He whispered. “Just watch.”
Hermione laughed. “Who’s insane now?”
“Still you.” He smirked and placed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “When do you finish work?” He asked, running his hands through her hair.
“At noon since I worked extra hours last night.” She answered, looking into his stormy grey eyes.
“Good. I’ll see you then.” He smirked and let go of her.
“Wait- what?”
“I’ll see you then.” He echoed. “I’ll pick you up from here at noon.”
“Why?” She laughed and fixed his hair seeing as it was messier than usual.
“So we can go out? Why else?” He laughed and pecked a quick kiss.
“What- no! Draco- I need to go home and shower- change- and-” She tried to protest.
“Fine. I’ll pick you up from your place at two. Is that ok?” He asked, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, that’s better.” She laughed.
Without warning, Draco picked her up and threw her onto the bed, she squealed. He rolled on top of her, hovering over her.
“Not even twenty-four hours and you've got me falling in love with you all over again.” Hermione met his eyes at the words, her heartbeat spead up.
“Love?”
“Did I stutter?” He said seriously. “I’m in love with you, Hermione Granger. I have been since sixth year at Hogwarts.”
Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
“Don’t say it back. Not until you mean it.” He stopped her, saying it almost as if it were a promise that she would eventually feel the same way. “What's your address?” He asked, reaching for her quill and clipboard.
She wrote it down quickly and ripped the corner off the parchment, handing it to him.
“I’ll see you at two.” He smirked and crashed his lips to hers again, she immediately kissed him back.
He pulled away after a moment, hopped off the bed and walked towards the door. “See you at two.”
The End.