Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Angel Of Mercy	By : AttentionDeficit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10159 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Ready to Drop
Two days passed before I saw Hermione again. Honestly, I was a bit frightened of what she was going to say once she heard about the progression of my relationship with Harry. Luckily though, I didn't have to wait long for her to approach the subject, since after some quick pleasantries she jumped right to it, "So you and Harry are already at the making out phase." It was said more as a statement rather then a question.
I pause for a moment, "Uh... well we... uh... went a bit further." I say blushing.
She lowers her head and stares right at me, expressionless, "How much further?"
"He blew me." I say looking away from her.
She smiles slightly. "Good. Here I thought you would have had actual sex. I am aware, like all the other staff here, that Harry's magic can pass through all the barriers so we know you could."
"I do not want sex in this place with Harry." I say simply.
"Why?"
"I want it to mean something more than getting off." I say blushing again.
Hermione looks me over and tilts her head as she think. "Is this the first time you've wanted sex to mean more, Draco?" She asks quietly.
I stare at her in shock as I think over my past sexual encounters. I nod my head as tears flood my eyes. "Is that... Does that mean I... What exactly am I to do if he doesn't feel the same?" I end in a whisper.
"Oh Draco," Hermione huffs softly, as she smiles. "You don't know exactly how long Harry's been here, do you?"
"He mentioned a year. He said he killed all those rogue Death Eaters, then tried to kill himself a few times and eventually ended up here..." I say as I try to calculate how long that would take.
"He took five years right after the war to get all the Death Eaters, then one year to succumb to his addiction, and another year to swim in his addiction. All three suicides happened in one year. He has been here for almost three years. Two of those years he spent an emotionless shell. He wouldn't do anything without being forced to do it."
I raise my head. "Like an inferi?"
"Yes. I guess that's what you saw when you first arrived here." Hermione said with a small smile. "It's because of you that he's starting to be something more than an inferi. I have never been happier for someone to end up here. I know it sounds horrible but both you and Harry have grown so much from where you both were. I can see that your relationship is something that will last for a very long time. You both compliment each other so well."
I smile at Hermione as she blushes. "Oh no, I've said too much."
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. I won't tell anyone. I mean, what else are friends for but to keep your secrets?" I say, not realizing I had just called her a friend, until the words were out of my mouth. "Err... that is to say... if you want to be my friend. I mean, your friendship with Harry will be restored, maybe not fully, but restored just the same, and then if I am going to be part of his life-like I so desperately hope to be- then it would only make sense if I-"
"Draco," Hermione cut me off. "You're rambling. And I would like very much to be your friend. But to do that you would need to find a new psychiatrist when you get out of here. I would become biased if we had anything more than a professional relationship once you leave."
I thought about this for a moment and something didn't make sense to me. Something I should have thought of before. "Hermione, why am I your patient? Isn't against policy, since we have a history together?"
Hermione smiles a sad smile. "I wondered when you would ask this question. I am a little surprised it hasn't come up before, but I am happy that I've had the time with you, and for you to trust me so my answer doesn't hurt you."
"Why would your answer hurt me?" I ask warily.
"When Harry first came here, everyone was terrified to work with him. No one really knew what he had been doing the years prior, and no one wanted to get in to his thoughts out of complete terror of what he might have to say. We used to let the psychiatrists use Legilimens to get into the patients minds until I noticed it was only making things worse."
"You noticed?" I interrupt.
"I own this building, Draco, I own this hospital. It is my job to know who all of my patients are doing. Even if I have a history with them." Hermione says plainly.
I stare at her. "If you own this hospital wouldn't you have more important things to do then be a therapist for patients?"
"Being a therapist is important to me, Draco. But, if you let me continue I will tell you why you are one of the special cases."
"Please continue." I say with a nod.
"No psychiatrist wanted to be a part of Harry's recovery. Not because they didn't want to help, in fact, everyone wanted desperately to help. But they didn't want to be scarred from doing so. I am sure you are aware that jumping into someone else's memories can damage you in some way."
I nod, completely enraptured and terrified, wondering what this could possibly have to do with me.
"Well, no person wanted to relive the horror that the Hero suffered. Luckily though, it was around that time when I was studying the use of Legilimens and found it harmful, since the patients didn't trust the psychiatrists after it. So no one dived in to his head but we had to call in a very special psychiatrist to help Harry. Doctor Sykes is from Ireland, he was my mentor, and had retired, but sometimes patients just need someone who understands. Doctor Sykes fought in the first war against Voldemort and the war against Grindelwald, so he knew firsthand what a war can do to someone.
"By this point, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell this has to do with you?" Hermione says with a smile.
"Sometimes, it's weird how well you know me. Not something I'm used to." I say with a grin.
"Well get used to it, 'cause I don't plan on leaving your life anytime soon." Hermione counters, with a small blush gracing her features. "Seriously though, as tough as it was to find someone suitable for Harry, it was harder for you. Most people had heard a little bit about the horror Harry faced, but no one had heard what it was like to be the child of a Death Eater and to be forced in to the job, because his or her parents' lives were at stake. Psychiatrists were terrified to deal with Harry, but they were mortified to give you the help you needed. I actually had a very strong man break down in tears begging me not to let him be the one. He told me flat out that he knew you would forever change whoever helped you, and that he believed that that change could seriously hinder him so badly that he would never be able to help another person again." Hermione frowned and looked me straight in the eye.
"I never wanted anyone to be scared of you. All I could see when I first saw you lying in that hospital bed was the wounded young man I punched in the face after calling him a 'foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.'" Hermione said as a tear rain from her eye. "I knew then that no matter how far we searched no one would want to help you. No would be able to. Even if they could look past the Dark Mark, they would be too terrified to see the beautiful young man underneath. The beauty I was able to see after I took a very long look at you, as you laid in the hospital bed. You were peaceful, yet still so haunted. But the greatness in you was just lying under the surface, though untouched and not properly nourished, as it should have been, but still there. I knew I would be the only one willing to help you, I knew the risks. Hell, with each patient there is a risk but I knew with you they would be greater."
Hermione stopped and let a few more tears fall before she gently brushed them away with a conjured up tissue.
"I talked it over with Ron, and he told me simply that we both knew I would never forgive myself if someone else took your case and you killed yourself later in life. I came back to the hospital the next day and told them that no matter what anyone or any rule said, I would be your psychiatrist. The hospital wasn't all that happy about it, but no one else could be found to do it.
"And now you've been here for nine months and I feel like you know just as much about me as I do about you. Another regulation we have broken. Honestly though, Draco, I would break every regulation to be the person to help you." Hermione said with a watery smile, and I cannot stop myself from walking over to her chair and giving her a hug.
"I don't think I could ever have come this far without you Hermione." I whisper into her ear, as tears fill my own eyes. "You've not only helped me see that life isn't all bad, you've also turned me in to a sap!" I say as I pull away, laughing as the tears escape.
"My days aren't ever going to be the same now." Hermione says as she finishes wiping away all trace of tears.
"How so?" I say as I also wipe away the tears.
"This is the last meeting we will need to have, Draco. You are free to leave." Hermione says with a small smile.
"Wh...What?" I stutter out in shock.
"You have covered every step necessary to leave. You are not the same man you were when you first arrived. And as long as you sign a contract saying you will get help if you ever feel like you are slipping back to your old ways, then you don't have to be here for much longer." She says with a sad smile. "Of course, it is Ministry mandate that you have to continue getting psychiatric help once you leave until a psychiatrists deems you no longer in need to see anyone anymore. And I have some last advice if you would like to hear it."
I slump in my chair as I take in all the information. Free to leave, I'm free to control myself now. It is liberating, and terrifying at the same time.
"I will hear anything you have to say, Hermione." I say as I start to get over my shock.
"I want you to move out of the Malfoy Manor. Sometimes bad memories should be faced, and sometimes you just shouldn't have to deal with them every day. You need to find a fresh start, somewhere where you can be independent and still have people who care about you. I also want you to take things slow with your relationship with Harry. You both are stubborn and head strong, and you will have loads of fights, but be patient. You are good together. Give him space when he needs it, and don't let him shut you out. In return though, don't shut him out.
"You are a beautiful person, Draco. You need to let others see your inner beauty. Be happy and enjoy what's before you. Don't forget others love you." Hermione says all this with a huge smile. "You have locked yourself in your castle for too long, are you finally ready to come out?"
I smile at her and nod. I think I'm ready. I really think I am.
Thanks to all of you who bothered to read, and those of you who reviewed. A lot of you help this, and other stories, progress.
As usual, you are not alone if you are feeling depressed or suicidal, and their is always someone who loves you. Getting help is not weak, it is smart, so is crying. Yup found that one out in the past two months. Broken hearts will heal, scars on skin will fade, you are amazing and gorgeous. I love you. I know I'm strange 'cause I love everyone, but at least we have something in common: we love Drarry!
-Attention Deficit
-Laura
P.S. Who's ready for Harry's thoughts!?
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Angel Of Mercy