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Scars	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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AN: As always, thank you to all my raters and reviewers. You keep me writing and smiling! The last chapter was actually part of this one, but I cut it in half… dragging it out as long as I can. I’m trying to post a chapter every other day… I might be convinced to post chapters sooner *wink. Thanks again for all the support.

MadamDragon- I wasn’t much for the Draco/Hermione pairing either, but then I started reading fanfics and got hooked! Same with Snape/Hermione. It seems so wrong, but when a writer can put it into context- into a storyline… the results can be amazing.

hope-I’m very sorry that you are not happy with my take on the characters. To me Ron has always been a hot headed, glory seeking, immature boy. I exaggerate things I’ve picked up on his personality from the books. Everyone is entitled to their opinion- this is just my take on it. I’m not saying this is exactly how I picture Ron… its just how Ron is fitting into my story.

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Lighting a nearby torch, he found a book to read, after all this was the room of requirement and Hermione is the one who conjured it- of course there was a library!

The book was actually a muggle book- by some author named Tolkien. It was pretty interesting. Before he knew it, two hours had passed. He quickly scourgified her back of the remaining paste, then reapplied it to Hermione’s back and returned to his reading. This went on multiple more times - Draco stopping reading, cleaning her back, applying the paste to a still sleeping Hermione, then returning to his book. He paid close attention to her breathing to see if she was in any pain. Her breathing was steady the whole time.

At around 6, he noticed a change in Hermione’s breathing. He made sure he was changing pages with some sound so he wouldn’t startle her too bad. When he looked up from the end of his chapter, he saw her watching him. She looked so sad and he didn’t know what to do. This little witch had gotten under his skin, but in a good way. Watching her hurt was hurting him. He just wanted her happy again.

Dull brown eyes stared into concerned grey ones. “Muggle books, Draco?” she said with a small smile.

He smiled back at her “Hey I like muggles now. New leaf, remember?” Her smile got a bit wider. Draco watched her moving to get up. She was still wincing, but not as much. “How’s your back?”

“Painful, but not as bad, and tight now.” He nodded in understanding. After she managed to get on her hands and knees, he moved forward to help her up, careful to avoid looking at her tank top that was now hanging away from her body.

Draco placed a hand under her both of her arms, “lean into me” he told her. She complied putting all her weight on him as he lifted her effortlessly into a kneeling position. “Take a breath and I’ll help you stand”. She nodded, taking in deep breaths. When he saw her nod again, he tightened his grip while she moved her legs off the bed. He held onto her as she got her footing.

“Okay.” She said, and he let go slowly, gauging her strength. She took a step forward and Draco caught her as her legs gave way.

The world spun as she fell into his arms. He felt his heart racing and he caught his breath. BREATHE! he told himself before he blacked out from lack of oxygen. “Alright there?” he asked her a bit shakily.

Hermione felt his heart racing, and heart his breath hitch. It matched her own reactions. Oh geez if only you knew she thought. She had to take a deep breath to answer him “ye… yes. Sorry.”

“No problem at all.” He took a deep breath “Hermione, I know you’re not one hundred percent. I know you don’t want to talk. I need you to trust me.” She looked up at him quizzically. “I need you to go back to Madam Pomfrey.” She tried to push him away. “No, listen. Listen!” She looked at him again. “Your scars are hidden, okay? You need to get some potions from her. You will not heal properly if you don’t go back to her.” He watched the fire in her eyes. She was going to fight him and he knew it. “Please, Hermione? Please.”

She took a deep breath. Anger seeping through her, fed by her ever growing depression. “Why? Why should I? Why should I heal? Why should I get better? Why should I live another day?” Her eyes widened at the last question. She had never thought that one through properly.

Draco noticed that the last one surprised her. He looked into her eyes, still alight with anger “Because there are people who love you and want you here; people who want you healthy. But don’t do it for them, Hermione, do it for you. You are the most beautiful, amazing, talented, pure hearted witch to ever walk this earth. You have such a bright, beautiful, future ahead of you. You deserve it. Don’t cut it short.” He watched her eyes widen at his words.

“Beautiful…?” she whispered. Her head was spinning at all that he said. She thought even if he didn’t believe it, it was nice to hear.

“Yes, beautiful. If you won’t go to the hospital wing, maybe we can come up with an arrangement with Madam Pomfrey.”

“I sense Slytherin coming on.” She grimaced at him.

“I think you might like this idea.” She looked at him, skepticism clear on her face “no, really. Listen. What if we went to Madam Pomfrey and asked her for the potions you needed. You can stay in your own room and I will help administer the potions to you. We can tell her after everything that happened last year you’ve developed a fear of hospitals. Not to mention last night’s events.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. It was a good plan. Then a thought came to her. “Mr. Malfoy, are you volunteering to be my own personal healer?” She smirked up at him

“Wow… umm… well I guess that’s how it will be, huh?” he looked at her, shock on his face, but laughter in his eyes.

“Hmm…” she looked thoughtful. “And you’ll stop asking me to go?” He nodded. Finally she sighed “Alright, but promise me… if she doesn’t agree, you bring me back here.”

“As you wish” he replied. Still holding onto Hermione, he leaned over the bed and grabbed the cloak to put over her shoulders. “Let’s get going now while everyone is at dinner.” Slowly, Draco let go of her and put her arm in the crook of his own. “Lean on me as much as you need” and with that they made their way slowly to the hospital wing.

“There you two are!” Madam Pomfrey yelled as soon as they walked in the door. Draco helped Hermione sit on the bed closest to the door, then touched the arm of the older witch.

“Madam Pomfrey, can I please speak with you for a moment?” She looked confused, but agreed.

On the other end of the room, Hermione sat in the edge of a bed, fidgeting her hands constantly and trying not to move too much. Her back was tense and was beginning to spasm a bit. She bit her tongue to keep from groaning and was successful- until one hit her shoulder and she gasped. Draco and Madam Pomfrey came running to her. “You alright?” Draco asked first.

“Back… spasms.” She managed.

“Oh dear. That can happen with the quick healing.” the nurse seemed to think a moment and looked down at Hermione’s fidgeting hands and position on the bed- Hermione looked as if she were ready to run. “Alright, well, Draco will explain what will happen now. Let me go get your potions.”

Hermione looked up at Draco and saw his cocky grin. “You did it!?” She asked

“Did you really doubt in me?” he replied pouting.

“No, not you, her”

“Ah ok” he stopped pouting. “Well, it’s as we discussed. I will help you with potions and pastes and keeping you from moving around too much. We’ve both got tomorrow off from classes to get you back to normal movement. The only thing she wouldn’t break on was checkups. One tonight, another Tuesday. Depending on how it goes Tuesday, the next will probably be in one week. Is that agreeable?”

She smiled at him, “Yes. How can it not be? I don’t have to sleep in the hospital wing and I have my own personal handsome healer.” Draco raised his eyebrows at her. She squeaked and covered her mouth realizing what she had said.

“Handsome, huh?” he chuckled and smirked as the blush crept up her face.

“Alright dears.” Madam Pomfrey came bustling up to them. “Hermione, let me get you checked over, then you can go back to your own room. Draco, if you would.” Draco walked away, leaving Hermione with the nurse.

Madam Pomfrey removed the robe gently. “Draco told me he was applying the bruise past to your back all day today. He did a wonderful job. Your shoulder is still badly bruised, but I’m sorry there’s not much I can use. The trauma of it fracturing twice in a day is too much. I’m going to apply a light muscle relaxant to your back and shoulders, that should help with the spasms.”

Hermione felt the cream go on and the relaxing sensation seconds later. “Unfortunately, I cannot give you this cream because it is too potent. I have a potion that will work, but it is best taken at night because it will make you kind of loopy. If you find during the day that it’s too much, come see me, and I can help reapply. Also, in a couple of days, come on by and I can give you a medical massage to relax your muscles.”

Hermione laughed inwardly, ‘Not bloody likely’. She had nothing against the overprotective Madam, but she definitely felt that a massage, medical or not, was a bit too up close and personal.

Hermione was free to go and given instructions for lots of rest. The potions instructions and times were given to Draco. Hermione was feeling very light and goofy at the moment. “Draaacoooo” she sung and giggled.
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