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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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After giving Hermione her pain potion, Draco called on Dobby and ordered a quick dinner. He knew Hermione had stopped eating again and decided for a light meal of soup and sandwiches. He was pleased that she ate at least a bowl of soup.

Once they were both done eating, Hermione pulled her assignments from the previous week out of her bag. In two hours she had finished both her transfigurations and charms essays.

During this time, Draco also completed his own schoolwork while also keeping an eye on Hermione. He didn’t like how she was bent over her essays.

Once she was done, he put his own work away. “How about that massage?” he told her. She looked at him skeptically. “Come on. After two hours curled over homework you have to be tired.”

“Alright. But where and how?” she told him.

Draco stood up and told her to stay where she was. He transfigured the coffee table into a masseuse table, then summoned massage oils from his room.

At Hermione’s raised eyebrow, Draco asked ”What? I’ve been to a masseuse and the oil I’ve used for sore muscles from quidditch. She picked up the bottles of oil and smelled them. “Neroli. Not very manly, but wonders for relaxing.” He smirked at her.

He directed Hermione to lay on her stomach, transfiguring her robe into a towel that just covered her butt and upper legs. She squeaked at the sudden cool air and her own nakedness. Draco watched her muscles bunch with tension. “Hermione, please relax.”

At his touch, she felt a tingle flow through her body. His massage wasn’t very deep, but everywhere he touched, her muscles relaxed. He lightly touched her now purple and yellow shoulder. It was still tender, but he was happy to see she was healing.

Hermione hummed contently at the touch and relaxation. She also had to swallow down a moan… more often than she would care to admit.

After he was finished with her back, Draco moved to the other muscles in her body. Here is where she truly learned about his talented hands. He slid his hands down her arms with a light pressure, moving to her hands and running circles in her palm, paying attention to each finger.

Next Draco moved to her feet and used his thumbs to expertly remove the tension. Hermione let out a soft moan. Here he froze for a moment, adjusting the increasing tightness of his pants, before adding more oil to his hands and moving up to her calves. He continued massaging up to her thighs, stopping at the edge of the towel. He didn’t want to frighten her. When he was done with her legs, Draco returned to her back.

Hermione was flushed by time she felt his hands on her back again. Her body craved so much more, but her logic, thankfully, over rode it. She secretly hoped once her shoulder was healed she would get a nice deep massage of her back.

Other than being flushed, Hermione was extremely relaxed. She felt Draco pull away and groaned in disappointment. “Do I pass? Or will you be going to Madam Pomfrey next time?” He said chuckling at her

“Gods, Draco, that was amazing.” She felt her robe covering her once more and sighed. She heard him putting the supplies away. “I can’t remember ever feeling this relaxed. Thank you so much.”

He crouched down beside the table to be eye to eye with her. “You are very welcome. I’m hoping your back will be healed soon. I know your shoulder has a day or two left.” Watching her fallen expression, Draco quickly added. “This way I could give you a proper back massage.”

She smiled at him then, the biggest smile he had ever seen. The spark was in her eyes again. That’s my girl, he thought to himself.

“Alright, lets get you off this table. Are you done with your assignments?”

“Just have to finish potions and I’m through.” She said getting up slowly. “Wow.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “This is the first time I’m able to get up without wincing.” She hopped down off the table and raised her arms above her head and winced. “Okay, that was my shoulder, but almost there!” She grinned at him.

He bowed to her. “Glad to be of service.”

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Later that night, both students sat in their respective rooms contemplating the days events.

He seems honest in wanting to help me. Other than that one slip, he’s been nicer. He spent two days taking care of me on top of it… what if he just wants in my knickers? No, not possible. He has had many chances if that's all he's looking for. I’ll cross that road when we get there. For now, I need this. I need to be happy and… not so anxious. He’ll be good to talk to… Hermione’s mind continued to ramble

In the Head Boy’s room, Draco was also thinkin. How did I ever see her as lower than me? Bloody fucking blood status. She’s intelligent, maybe not when it comes to caring for herself… but who doesn’t need help every now and then? Doesn’t hurt that she’s beautiful. And not supermodel perfection, but real beauty. Natural. That massage was intense… I want to do it again… but maybe next time I won’t be able to control myself. Oh bugger!

The next day found the two getting back into their routine. A genuine smile came to Draco’s face when he saw Hermione waiting in the common area for him.

“Milady” he said, tipping a non-existent hat.

Hermione giggled at his movement. “Morning Draco, ready to go?” He nodded and they headed out the door.

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The day passed by as normal as could be expected for someone who was attacked by a fellow student in Hogsmeade, then attacked by a member of the Golden Trio, and for said member to be banned from the school. Hermione could feel the eyes on her as she walked through the school. She didn’t know what specifically was causing such attention from everyone. Maybe it was everything put together? It was unnerving to say the least.

Granted the two former enemies were nearly inseparable. Aside from walking into the Great Hall together in the morning, the two also walked to classes together.

Hermione was relaxed that she was caught up in all of her classes and was excited to get to her studies. But they would have to wait. That night was Hermione’s last check up. Draco told her he would walk her and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

She watched him pack up the leftover potions, figuring Madam Pomfrey wanted them back to dispose of properly.

In all reality, it was Draco keeping her from finding another way to fight the inner turmoil. She had done very well since they spoke. She still had the spark in her eyes and she smiled more often. He told her just that, and gave her his own smile when she blushed.

Draco wanted to talk to her before they left for the hospital wing. Looking at the clock, he knew they could wait another twenty minutes before heading out. He looked at the beautiful bushy haired girl reading in the armchair and plucked up his courage. “Hermione?”

“Hmm?”

“You know how proud I am for you being as strong as you have been, right?”

She looked up at him then, worry clear in her eyes. “What’s wrong Draco? What did I do?”

He walked to her quickly and crouched before her. “Nothing, love!” She breathed out in relief. “I want you to do something for me.” She cocked an eyebrow in question. “I want you to talk to Madam…”

She pushed him away and was out of her seat before he finished. She stood in front of the fireplace with her back towards him. “No. I talked to you. I told you I don’t like to talk about it. I don’t want people to worry about me or think...” Her breath hitched as she felt warm arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re not crazy.” He smiled as she snorted. “You’re not. Will you let me finish my thought? I want you to talk to Madam Pomfrey about depression and PTSD.”

“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?” she asked him, then felt him nod.

“I won’t betray your secrets love,” he said imploringly. “I promise I won’t. But there may be something we can due to battle the depression that you face. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, its not an automatic entry into the mental ward at St. Mungo’s, its just how we deal. Please just tell her that you’ve been depressed? Maybe she can help.”

If not for his chin on her shoulder, he would have missed the soft “okay” that came from her lips.

Draco turned her around in his arms and gave her a quick hug. “Let’s go then”

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A/N: Mmmm I could do with a rubdown myself *snickers*. I think our favorite pair is starting to move along nicely, don't you? What did you think of this massage scene? Any votes for another one later... perhaps with a happy ending?

dracoschick007: thanks! and thanks for sticking with it!

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Madamdragon: ugh i understand. School, work, childcare lol. Lots to do, but can't miss my stories either!! Its an addiction!

SarahBear: I know what you mean. I try to keep the chapters over 1000 words. Sometimes i just don't know how to break it down, so they end up shorter. I note it's a "short chapter" when its under 1000 words.
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