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Tales of The Dragon and The Bookworm	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 58351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Fridays at 5:00

Summary: Every Friday at 5:00, Hermione treats a disillusioned and broken Draco with a most unusual magic.

“Astoria, you have Scorpius every Friday! I have an appointment today,” Draco said into the fireplace. Astoria’s disinterested face floated in the green flames.

“I have plans with my husband, Draco. We’re going out of the country and Scorpius is too little to appreciate Etienne’s flat in Paris. He’d be bored and Etienne has accepted several invitations for our time there.”

Draco sighed. This wasn’t the first time his ex-wife had bailed on little Scorpius. Their farce of a marriage had finally ended when Scorpius was four months old and she had announced that she had met someone else and wanted a divorce. In truth, Draco had been relieved, but when Astoria left him with baby Scorpius, he had become the boy’s primary parent. He loved his son and wanted him to enjoy a childhood free from the guilt and expectations of his own parents.

“You have him one day a week, Astoria. If you can’t handle one day, perhaps we need to amend the custody agreement.”

Draco had expected her to argue, because that would be the decent thing to do, to want to be involved in your own child’s life. Astoria smiled as if Draco had offered her a gift.

“The timing is perfect! I need more time with Etienne and we had planned on starting our own family soon,” she added shyly.

“Fine. My solicitor will send you the paperwork next week.”

Astoria continued to smile, “Thank you, Draco! Scorpius prefers you and he won’t enjoy being around my new family. I’ll send the paperwork back as soon as I get it.” Her beautiful face withdrew from the fireplace.

Draco was furious at his ex-wife, not because she had eschewed her responsibility to their son, but because she had always treated the boy as the ultimate albatross around her neck. Scorpius was a typical three-year old: he was energetic, asked hundreds of questions and needed consistency and a firm hand. The little blond boy was also sweet and funny. Draco loved his son more than anyone in the world. He just couldn’t understand why the woman who should love Scorpius the most didn’t want anything to do with him.

Every Friday at 5:00 p.m. when her entire staff had gone home for the weekend, Hermione treated a client who valued his privacy enough to pay her what amounted to a large portion of her weekly earnings for one hour of healing. He was a quiet man, with a serious demeanor. She had known him for many years and had been reluctant to treat him at first, but he had been humbled by life and now treated her as an equal. She suspected he often wanted to extend their time together, but when she finished his treatment, he would thank her and hand her a sack of Galleons.

On this winter evening, Hermione waited for her client. For the first time in two years, he was late. On occasion, he had to cancel, but there was always an owl letting her know he couldn’t make it. He was thoughtful and paid her even when he canceled.

Hermione’s office in Muggle London was located on the tenth floor in a medical complex. It was dark outside and she pressed her face to the glass, watching the snow flutter past the window. At 5:15 she heard the door open and in came Draco Malfoy with a little boy who was clearly his tiny doppelganger.

“Granger, I’m so sorry I’m late. Scorp’s mother usually has him today, but she canceled at the last minute and—“

Hermione took in Malfoy’s frazzled appearance and the flustered child. Malfoy’s treatment wouldn’t be nearly as effective if he was anxious or stressed. Hermione put a hand on Draco’s arm before kneeling down to Scorpius’ level.

“Hello. You must be Scorpius. I’m so excited I finally get to meet you.” She gave him a hug, which he happily reciprocated. The Malfoys had become a non-entity in wizarding society, so Scorpius had minimal contact with anyone outside his family. He was an affectionate child and liked Hermione immediately. Scorp’s chubby little hand found her long hair.

“Nice to meet you, Granger,” he said, fingering a springy curl.

Hermione laughed. “You can call me Granger, but my first name is Hermione.”

“Herminy,” the little boy said slowly.

Hermione stood and looked at Draco. “Malfoy, my daughter Rose is here. They could watch a movie during your treatment.”

“Um, okay. If you’re sure, Granger.” He actually hadn’t known she had a child.

Hermione knew this arrangement was blurring the lines of professionalism, but Malfoy had been a very good client and she wanted to reciprocate his generosity. She also admitted to herself that she had developed an inappropriate crush on him. But she would put that in the back of her mind for the moment and focus on the task at hand.

“I probably should have canceled, but I had a lot of discomfort this week.”

“It’s not a problem. Follow me, gentlemen.”

At the back of the office, they entered what was clearly a large examination room that had been turned into an informal telly room for Rose.

“Rose, I brought a friend to visit you this evening. Rose, this is Scorpius.” Hermione brought her daughter over to meet the fair-haired three-year old.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “Do you want to watch a movie with me? Have you seen Finding Nemo?”

“No,” Scorpius said, easily taking Rose’s outstretched hand. Without a look at his father, he followed Rose to the small couch in front of a television set.

“I have a charm on the room that will alert me if they’re in trouble. But Rose is used to being here and she’ll help Scorpius if they need anything.”

“Well, thank you, Granger. I didn’t have anyone to care for him on such short notice,” Draco murmured as they walked to her treatment room.

“He seems like a wonderful child, Malfoy. Rose goes to preschool, but she doesn’t have the opportunity to visit with other children much otherwise. She’ll be in heaven having Scorpius with her.”

Hermione left the room to allow Draco to disrobe and arrange himself on the massage table. The dimly lit room smelled of relaxing herbs.

It was three months after the war ended that Hermione accidentally discovered her unusual healing gift. She’d been sitting in Harry’s darkened room, lightly rubbing his back as he tried to make himself disappear in a tangle of sheets. The wizarding world’s savior had been so depressed, his magic had been inconsistent and causing accidents to happen in his vicinity. He groaned when she began to put pressure on his tight shoulder muscles.

Hermione wasn’t an expert with verbally expressing her feelings, but she knew actions spoke louder than words. If touching Harry would give him relief, she could do that. Maybe physical touch was the only way he could connect at this time.

Slowly, Harry’s lean body began to unfurl as she kneaded his back until she realized he was nude under his swath of sheets. Her hands continued to massage until she was at the small of his back. His smooth skin had a sprinkling of hair and his rump was round.

She wanted to ask if it was alright for her to touch his arse, but for the first time in months, Harry seemed at peace. So, Hermione followed her instincts and continued the massage along his gluteus maximus. His skin was slowly warming to her touch, turning pink under her firm fingers. When he flipped onto his back, she was met with his pleading face.

“Will you touch me?” he asked in a small voice.

And though she had almost no experience touching the opposite sex, she immediately understood what he meant. Her answer was a light touch to his burgeoning erection.

She’d never touched a man before, not like this. His penis was wide and the skin was velvety under her embrace. The broad head leaked clear fluid, which she used to wet her hand. He shuddered as her other hand lightly tugged at his bollocks. Looking at his face in the dim light, Hermione could see Harry was deep in concentration with his eyes closed and his breathing deep. Without meaning to, her inhales and exhales had matched up to Harry’s. A comforting, soothing blanket of magic covered her, making her feel more in control and powerful than she had ever felt.

When Harry’s breath started to stutter and he began to push himself against her hand, Hermione gripped him and began to move her digits quickly up and down his shaft. His weighty balls tightened against his body. Hermione began to feel a tingling in her fingers as Harry got closer to orgasm.

“Merlin and Morgana,” he groaned before he began to spurt into her hands, further lubricating her motions.

Finally, as Harry’s body stilled, Hermione stopped moving her fingers over him. His shadowed face seemed tranquil, at last. He grabbed his wand and murmured a cleaning spell over the two of them.

Taking a deep breath, he looked into her questioning eyes with awe.

“You’re a sex healer.”

She truly hadn’t known, but his statement felt accurate. He took her hand and stroked her fingers with reverence.

Over the following months, Hermione took care of Harry, using her healing touch to coax him out of the black depression he’d fallen into after the death of so many he loved. Hermione hadn’t asked Harry to touch her in return and he never offered. What was between them was more about healing than passion, although Harry would admit he’d never orgasmed as strongly as he did under Hermione’s hand. What Hermione had offered to him was pleasure, physical healing, and a way to turn off his brain from the constant barrage of guilt he felt.

Hermione had trained to be a Healer and had discovered several proprietary potions that worked in conjunction with Muggle physical therapy to help curse survivors. She understood the nuances of the magical body which had gained her a loyal following of clients she had treated at St. Mungo’s until she had opened her office a few months after Rose’s birth with a bit of financial help from Rose’s father. Some clients were reluctant to come into Muggle London, but most would brave a different territory to ease their war wounds.

Draco found her brand of healing had helped not just his body, but his mind as well. He enjoyed his weekly hour with her more than he could admit. He never pried into Granger’s personal life, although he had wanted to know more about her. Bringing Scorpius today had allowed him a view into the life of Hermione Granger.

Before Hermione had started working with him, he had headaches that would cause his to see double or even worse, black out. He still had pain, but it wasn’t as debilitating as it had once been. She entered the room and covered his body with a thin blanket.

“You’ve had a lot of pain this week?” she prompted.

His face was cradled in the massage table opening. Draco admired her bare feet with vampy red polish on her toes.

“I played with Scorpius outside on Wednesday, when it snowed all day. I suppose the cold must have been hard on my body, because I was barely able to get out of bed on Thursday morning. I soaked in the tub and took the pain potion you gave me, which helped, but my lower back made moving around very difficult.”

“Your spinal column has the most damage here,” she said, lightly touching his neck. “But your whole body will show signs of damage at one time or another. Let me know if any part of the treatment hurts, okay?”

He nodded and felt her hands glide over his body, starting at his head and ending at his feet. Her touch was firm, but gentle. She used a warming charm on him to ensure his muscles could relax. Generally, they didn’t talk while she worked, but he hadn’t spoken to anyone besides Scorpius all week and he was curious about her daughter.

Lowering the blanket to expose his lower back, she applied a thick, potent salve to his skin. Once she had spread it, she began to knead his tender muscles.

“How old is Rose?” Draco asked. Hermione stopped for a second before resuming the massage. The relationship between the two was cordial, but personal information was almost never discussed. She knew he and Astoria had divorced soon after Scorpius was born, but that was from the Daily Prophet.

“She’s three and a half,” she answered quietly. “Do you want to proceed with the other part of your treatment?”

“I don’t think I’ll function well next week without it,” he confessed. Truth be told, his thoughts often drifted to her soft hands on his body, but he could hardly admit that to her.

Hermione helped guide Draco onto his back, putting a pillow behind his head.

“Are you comfortable?”

He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment her hands found his sex. After a year of treatment, Draco had plateaued and found himself needing stronger pain potions. Hermione had been the one to notice how he wasn’t responding as well to the initial treatment she’d used with him. By this time, she found herself drawn to the quiet, serious man and knew she could trust him, so she told him about her innate healing ability and asked if it might be something he would want to try. Draco had been shocked by her confession, but he, too, trusted Hermione and agreed to a new course of treatment. His pain was eased, but now he faced a new problem: an infatuation with his Healer.

Slow, steady hands began to slide up and down his cock as he did his best to enjoy the feeling of contentment washing over him. He relaxed even further as her other hand began to massage his balls. The feel of her thumb swiping pre-cum over the sensitive underside of his head had him lightly thrusting.

“You’ll get more out of this if you can prolong ejaculation,” Hermione murmured.

“Can you apply less pressure?” Draco asked, licking his dry lips.

Hermione’s hands stilled. “I have an idea, but please tell me if you feel any discomfort.”

She drew her wand and quickly Transfigured the massage table into a comfy chair. Kneeling between his legs, she shrugged off her shirt and bra, exposing her heavy breasts.

“Breathe deeply, Malfoy,” Hermione reminded him, adding a bit of massage oil to the valley between her mounds and nestling his cock between them. She gently bounced up and down, pushing her globes together with her hands. The warm, tingling feeling moved from his cock to his spine, the sex magic doing its best to heal his damaged nerves.

It was impossible for Draco to keep his eyes closed as Hermione bounced around his length, using her soft breasts to help him achieve orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were slightly parted as she let out little huffs of air.

“I’m close,” he growled in warning.

He began to thrust against her tits and she matched his speed.

“Let go, Draco.”

Her breathy words whispered across his heated cock and he came, white ropes of semen landing on her chest. She continued to move, slowing her movements as his thrusts slowed.

“Gods, Granger, I haven’t felt this good in fifteen years,” he groaned as he felt a wordless spell clean his skin.

Hermione stood and righted her clothing. With a smile, she headed to the door.

“Relax for a minute before you get up, alright?”

After he redressed, Draco found Hermione and the children.

“Would you like to join us for dinner?” he asked her.

“That’s not necessary, Malfoy.”

“The kids seem to get along. It would be nice for Scorp to have another child to play with this evening.”

Draco knew she was uncomfortable with exposing this area of her life to him, so he treated the situation as if she was doing him a favor. Which she was, if he was being honest with himself. He’d be hard-pressed to find another wizarding family who would let their child play with an ex-Death Eater’s son.

She leaned towards him with a shuttered look. “Do you still live at the manor?”

Oh. “No, we live outside of London. In a fairly normal sized home, by comparison.”

“Well, okay. Rose would enjoy the change in scenery.”

She gave Draco a shy smile. She didn’t have contact with many people after she had Rose. Her life had become work and Rose and she was isolated. If she didn’t think about her situation, she could soldier on, but she was lonely.

After a quick pasta dinner Draco prepared, Scorpius and Rose went to play in his room.

“What happened today, Malfoy?”

Letting out a sigh, Draco thought about how much to share with Hermione. She was the first woman he had met in years who he trusted.

“Astoria watches Scorp on Fridays, but she canceled today. In fact, she wants me to have full custody of Scorpius so she can start a new family with her new husband.”

“Oh, Draco,” Hermione whispered.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Our marriage wasn’t good and I understood why she found someone else, but I don’t know how she could give up Scorp so easily. I just don’t understand. Even my parents, as emotionally distant as they were, didn’t treat me with the indifference Astoria has shown Scorpius. How do you do it, Granger? Potter was your best friend.”

She shook her head. “We were never a couple and one night things just sort of got away from us. We don’t want to be together and he loves the life he has. I don’t begrudge him his feelings. He’s helped me financially.”

“He gives money to Rosie?”

“No, but he gave me the seed money to start my practice. I was working at St. Mungo’s until Rosie was a few months old, but the schedule was horrible for a single parent. My schedule is much better for us now and I have more time with Rosie.”

They stopped to listen to the kids’ high-pitched, excited voices. Draco heard Scorpius laugh, which made him smile.

“This is good, Malfoy,” Hermione said, taking another bite of her pasta. “I’d eat pasta more often, but I don’t think my body would appreciate it.”

“You look great. Better than you did at eighteen.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Thank you. I suppose a body is never the same after pregnancy.”

“At eighteen the two of us were fighting for our lives. Now you look healthy. It suits you,” Draco said, giving her a small smile and looking down at his food.

She was curved in all the right places, as far as he was concerned. He thought she’d always had an arresting face. Not beautiful, like Astoria, but interesting and comforting. Over the past two years of meeting with her weekly, he thought she was much more attractive than he had in the past. She had also learned to style her long, curly locks. He was glad, since he’d always wanted to run his hands through her riotous hair.

“Who knew Draco Malfoy could be so sweet?” she said, giving him a wink.

He chuckled. “Come on, Granger. I’ll give you a tour of the house.”

Like Draco Malfoy, his home was traditional and serious, but also thoughtful and lived-in. The two story, five bedroom brick house was situated in a neighborhood of remote wizarding homes. One could see other houses from his home, but they were tiny at that distance.

The first floor contained a sitting room, the kitchen, a small loo, Draco’s office and a den. Upstairs were the bedrooms and additional bathrooms.

Hermione admired the stuffed bookshelves in Draco’s office. “Do you work, Malfoy?”

“Have you seen the new DADA book Hogwarts is using?”

“Actually, I’ve read it.”

“I wrote it,” he admitted.

“It was excellent, Malfoy. You write under a pseudonym?”

“I don’t think it would have been published with my name on it. Professor McGonagall knows I wrote the book and encouraged the Hogwarts Board of Governors to approve it for use in the class. I’m working on a new text for Transfiguration, with Minerva’s guidance.”

To say she was surprised would be an understatement. She knew Malfoy did something, but she had expected it would have to do with investing his Galleons. Now that she really looked at the books on his shelves, she saw several books on Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguation, Potions, Arithmancy and Charms.

“I didn’t know you were a writer,” she said.

“We don’t know very much about each other. I didn’t know you had a child until today.”

“True. I knew life would be complicated since I was eleven years old, but I didn’t know it would be this day-in-day-out, just-trying-to-make-a-decent-life-for-myself-and-now-Rose type of life.” She looked up at Draco who was watching her with a sympathetic expression. Her cheeks burned with mortification.

Why did I just tell him that? He’s my client, for Merlin’s sake. He just wanted to be nice this evening, perhaps he wanted some adult interaction. Don’t come off as pathetic now that he knows something about you.

He cleared his throat. “Should we check on the kids? They’re awfully quiet.”

Hermione nodded and followed him up the stairs to Scorpius’ room. Scorp’s room was littered with toys. The two small children were lying on the bed, fast asleep.

“Shall we leave them? You can stay in the guest room, if you’d like.”

He hoped she would, but he knew the revelations of the evening were wearing on her. He’d wanted to respond to her in the office, but he didn’t know what to say. While he wasn’t welcomed into wizarding society, he had enough money to support himself and Scorpius quite well. After the war, and particularly after his divorce, he wasn’t eager to try to ingratiate himself into society. He was grateful for the peace and normalcy of his life.

“Thank you for the offer, but we should be getting home.” She went into the room and gently retrieved Rose, careful not to wake Scorpius. Draco followed them downstairs and to the front door.

“Bring him next week, Malfoy. He’s welcome any time.”

“Thanks, Granger,” he said, opening the front door for her. She would Apparate from the snowy front yard.

“Thank you for dinner,” she whispered, giving him a smile. “See you next week.”

He watched her Disapparate with a quiet pop. After the stress of dealing with Astoria, Granger had managed to help him salvage the day. Clearly she had plenty of her own baggage, but her hardship hadn’t turned him off as it might with someone else. He closed the door, thinking about the woman he had known for almost twenty years and her unknown daughter.

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