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When it rains it pours	By : brayzen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 1605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-When it rains it pours
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The silence unnerved her. The unprecedented white walls adorned with pastel watercolor portraits, and various medical paraphernalia. Gently flipping uninterestingly through a tabloid while various pictures moved about in mundane tasks. The photographer having snapped shots inconspicuously. She spied several of herself shopping in Diagon Alley. Wrestling with various bags full of who knows what. She couldn’t remember.

Days past rather quickly. Her ability to concentrate on day to day tasks escaped her. Things were not going as she had planned. Minutes morphed into hours, morphed into days, into weeks. Depression sat nicely on her shoulders. As well as the weight of her loss. Many years ago she had been happy. Ready to face the world come what may.

She was a strong vibrant woman who had goals. Goals that had started to take shape. When the war was over the love of her life had asked her to marry him. Jumping up and down she received his love with open arms. They both went on to further their studies she becoming a charm breaker, and he going into business with his brothers. Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes was expanding to Diagon Alley. He was to be the store manager. Many thought that the idea of Ronald Weasley managing anything was not a good omen. He took this in stride and after a few months proved the pessimists wrong.

“Ms. Weasley?” Her thoughts interrupted. She placed the paper back on the table next to her, picked up her things and followed the Medi-witch.

Behind the door were white walls, taupe colored door intermittently placed with more medical posters. She sighed as memories flooded her and dread set in. So familiar was this walk she almost forgot why she had come in the first place. This is where she had lost her dream. It had been an accident. She knew although it hadn’t made it any less painful. Nor reduced the agony she felt when she had first walked into the hospital room he occupied.

He had volunteered to be the guinea pig for one of his brothers new experiments. First ‘human’ trial. It had been a fever inducer. Something called flushed or what-not. At first it seemed harmless, but as time went by the effects did not recede. He became more feverish. Only after the fact did she admonish herself for going to work that day. Regrets flooded when she recalled how he had told her that he would be okay. That he would take a cool bath and drink lots of water hoping to clear his body of the experimental concoction. She was not there to hear him screaming as the cool water touch his skin. The reaction was so severe it had blistered his skin. Sores covered his body. It been a miracle that Harry had decided to visit his friend that exact moment. Having flooed there in time to hear his friends painful bellows. Rushing to the bathroom the sight that met him was horrific. A singularly large sore covered his entire front half where the water had touched him surrounded by smaller sores where splashed met the skin. He apperated them to St. Mungos immediately. Once he had delivered Ron into the hands of what he thought was safety he contacted her by fire.

By the time she reached the hospital his skin was blistered. And the fever was still rising. It was critical. Any higher and his brain would start to cook. Asking about an ice bath or if he should drink some cool water, Harry had recounted his story of find him in the shower She had called Fred and George on her way over hoping that they had made a anti-fever remedy to counter the effects, but they had none. They had apperated there as well. A half hour after arriving his whole family were there. Offering their reassurances. He died shortly after. The searing heat had proved to be to much. Without a known antidote they were at a loss.

In that moment apart of her died.
Now almost 10 years later she had finally decided to move on. This was not an easy task, and she still was not sure how to proceed. She now had no friends. Between throwing herself into work to distract her from the pain, and ignoring those around her. She had distanced herself from everything. Even her own family.

Upon reaching the room the nurse had led her to she sat her things down, and received the gown that was handed to her. Quickly undressing and donning the garment she sat on the examination lounge waiting for the nurse to return. The wait was not long. A small knock was greeted by her welcome to come in. The nurse that had brought her to the room was not the same one that had led her in. This one was a man. With dark tan skin. He wore a medical mask hiding his face but what drew her attention to the individual was his piercing blue eyes.

“Hello Ms. Weasley. How are we feeling today?” His accent untraceable, but alluring. For a moment she was fixated, but quickly recovered. Inwardly cringing at herself for being distracted.
“I’m fine thank you.” smiling slightly in attempt at being casual. If he noticed her discomfort he didn’t show it.

“That’s good to hear.” Looking through her charts he continued. “ So how may we help you today?”

For a moment she was confused. Hadn’t she made an appointment. It was for a pap smear, and breast examination. Didn’t they mention it in her charts? Dismissing it thinking that maybe her reason for a visit must have been lost in translation.

“ I’m here for a pap smear and breast exam. It’s been awhile since I had one.”

His eyes almost smiled. Wait no she must have imagined it. She watched him flip through more pages of her folio.

“Ah, yes it says it here. I apologize for not looking more thoroughly through your file. I’ll be right back with the correct instruments.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t a Doctor going to perform the exam?”

“Did the receptionist not tell you?” she shook her head. “ I apologize Ms. Weasley, but all of our doctor were called for and emergency. Several Aurors arrived a few hours ago with massive injuries. They were all called to assist.”

Her eyes widened. “ Oh, dear. Are they alright? What happened?”

“Sorry confidentiality. Do you mind if I perform the exam or would you like me to check and see if there is a female nurse available?”

“No it’s quite alright I’m sure they have their hands full helping out as much they can.”
It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted a female to do the exam, she did. Even now her moral support reigned in and she did not want to cause anyone less help because she preferred to be gender specific about her Medical practitioner.

“Alright, sit tight. I will return in a moment.”

True to his word it did not take long before was wheeling a small instrument tray into the room. Adorned with all the things he needed to attend to the exam. He had told her to lay back and pulled out the stir-ups for her to place her legs. Then he asked that she slide down until her bottom was almost falling off the end of the small exam bed. Pulling up a chair he placed him self before her. Pulling up her gown to begin.

The cool air caressed her skin causing goose bumps to appear she took a deep breath at the onslaught. He looked up at her then his head barely coming above the separation her gown had made.

“Are you alright?” she nodded

“It’s just a little cold that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Would you like me to put a warming charm on the room to make you more comfortable?”

“That would be nice thank you.” After the charm was placed she thought that she might be able to relax more, but that was not the case. Her skin felt better, but she felt exposed. It had been awhile since she had been so open like this.

She heard the faint squeak of his chair as he moved.

“ I just wanted to let you know before we start the procedure that there have been some changes to the way we execute the examination. I was wondering if you wanted something to ease your discomfort for the more invasive parts?”

“Invasive?” she questioned.

“Yes. We take a very thorough look around now. There have been many cases of cervical cancer come up in the last few months. All of which could have been easily taken care of had they been examined more intently. Don’t’ worry it’s just a little relaxation drought to make it more bearable.”

“Is it really necessary?”

“No, but many have preferred it, and those who didn’t at the end wish they had.”

Not looking forward to making this anymore innerving she nodded her consent. She watched as he pulled out his wand and placed the charm on her. She felt herself relaxing. Like she was floating. But something wasn’t right. She knew what a relaxing charm felt like, and this was not it. Trying to sit up she found her limbs succumbing her body refusing to move. Panic filled her mind realizing she was stuck. The next thing she felt was the sting of a needle. Her mind began to slow. Her panic increased, and then in a moment was replaced with an almost drunken state. She was aware of what was happening but at the same time it felt like a dream.

She watched him stand up and remove his gloves, and undo the tie of his scrub pants loosening them. Sitting back down in front of her she couldn’t see him anymore. Instead she felt him. His now naked fingers prying between her folds as he explored her. Tingles went up her spine as she felt her body betray her. Teasing and caressing her folds now she felt when he blew cool air on her now hot skin. His caresses drawing circles around the sensitive nub of her arousal. Becoming easier as her juices began to flow. Drawing a line down from the apex his finger came to the entrance of her core. Gently he slid it in pumping slowly a few times before his tongue joined in his ministrations.

She was crying now. Unable to move or really comprehend what was happening. Only knowing that this was terribly wrong. And devastated by her body’s reaction. Her breath was coming quickly now. Unable to ignore the embarrassment of her pleasure to such a sinful experience. Her soft whimper as she came undone. Closing her eyes to hide away she squeezed more tears out of her eyes clearing her vision. Only opening them to find him now standing over her. He had stepped on the makeshift step that is used to help patients sit on the bed. Now standing in front of her she notice he had pulled not yet released his now visibly hard member from it confines. Scared of what might be next for her she watched as he leaned his body over her. Pulling her up the bed leaving her feet in the stir-ups he placed one hand on the side of her to brace himself while the other gently pulled the gown down her chest exposing her naked breasts. She saw the look of hunger in his eyes. Watched as he reached into his pocket and pull something out. A blindfold. Still unable to move she was helpless when he placed it over her eyes. Her senses perking. His touch now felt like electric shocks. It was unexpected when she felt his mouth cover her hardened nipples. Realizing now why he had the blindfold. He had to remove the mask.

Again her body began to betray her as he lavished her with his tongue. His hand sliding slowly up and down her stomach. His hot breath caressing her skin. Coming to the apex of her sex he fondled her now overly sensitive bud. Then moving to finger her. Agonizingly pleasurable, altogether wrong. She felt defiled, and unbelievably turned on. It had been along time since her body felt this alive. Her lethargic mind and inability to see what was happening to her made it all the more intense. After a few moments his finger was removed only to be replaced by a larger intrusion. She inwardly tensed. Knew what was coming. Felt as he teased it along her folds to lubricate himself. The pain/pleasure as he slowly pushed himself in. Heard the soft moan that escaped his own lips. It was all the way in now. They were pelvis to pelvis, and she felt stretched painfully. Then with slow steady strokes he began.

For a moment she forgot where she was. The feeling taboo as it was. He was raping her yet she felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach. The throbbing sensation in her clit as it ached for release. He was moving faster now. He would go between long and hard to short burst of speed that she felt at these times he might break her in half. She was panting now wishing her hands would move so she could either shove him off of her for hold on to something. It was in this matter that she came. A soft squeal escaped her lips. But he was not finished. Her reaction only seemed to spur him on. He became faster, the relentless pounding on her sex gave way to multiple orgasms as he disregarded her building sensitivity. It was becoming painful for her. She was becoming dry so worked was her body that it was now refusing to react to this invasion. The pain increases while his tempo never swayed. It was excruciating. After a few minutes the pain seemed to lessen, although she was no longer turned on. Her tears were squeezing out of her eyes behind the fabric. Her blindfold now completely damp.

He plunged in deep then causing her to groan painfully. Staying where he was she could feel his seed overflowing. So deeply incased in her throbbing sex he had left little room for anything else. Still panting he pulled him self out of her. She felt him scurgify her body and replace her open gown. He then removed her blindfold.

His face was covered again, but she could see the deeply satisfied look in his eyes. Then he was gone. She still couldn’t move. The tears flooded more as she felt dignity leave her. Replaced by shame.

Not knowing how long she lay there, feeling began to return in the twitching of fingers. Then she could move her arm. Until she was able to sit her now stiff body up. Looking down she noticed the blood. He had fucked her so raw her insides began to bleed. That was the moment a nurse walked in. Without another thought Hermione jumped off the bed grabbed her things and apperated to her home. Rushing to her bedroom she closed the door and locked it. Sobs racked her body as she slid down the door.

Authors notes~ Please review. My muse threw this one at me. Also don't worry The Purist is not dead. I just need my muse to throw me a line drive to get me back in the game. Ya know. Heres a cookie for reviewers (;;)

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