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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eighteen How To Deal

Draco’s first round visit to Hermione proved to be way harder than any exam he has taken in his career.
Not only was she difficult to handle, she was also not very cooperative when he went to her private ward to examine her and schedule her sessions.

It was eight in the morning and Hermione has just been served with her breakfast tray and was nearly done with it when he knocked upon her door.
Harry had just left to report at the Auror’s Department and return after lunch for Hermione’s first scheduled therapy with Draco.

Of course, Hermione was more than uncooperative with Draco despite that he was just doing his best in his job.

Draco entered the room trying to look serious and trying to keep his eyes on her chart in his hand to avoid any sort of unnecessary eye-contact that may eventually lead to unwanted conversation.

“Miss Granger?” he acknowledged as he entered and walked nearer her bed.
“Obviously.”

He heard the clank of her spoon back over the tray.
He flipped through the pages of her chart pretending to be looking for something when Hermione spoke.

“How long is this going to take?” she asked.
There was obvious impatience in her tone.
“Uh-“ Draco began not really knowing what to say. “I’m just looking-“
“Don’t you have standard questions to ask your patients or something?” she asked.

Draco’s eyes passed her as he was reminded of the know-it-all attitude he always believed her to be.
“Actually there are certain questions.” Draco said closing the chart. “But your case is different so there is a different set of questions for you.”
“I’m sure.” Hermione muttered under her breath.

Draco wasn’t sure if he was feeling humiliated or annoyed or simply both.
“So.. Miss Granger..How are you feeling this morning?”

Draco wanted to bit his lip back but Hermione looked up at him as if confused and annoyed herself.

“This is the different set and standard-“
“Please answer my question, Miss Granger.” Draco said but not unkindly.

Hermione’s eyebrows quirked up.
“Fine.” Hermione shortly answered her.
“Right. Any different feelings this morning when you woke up?”
“None.”
Draco began scrawling and checking over a checklist in the parchment in his hand.
“Anything different or improved in your feeling since you’ve been taken here?”
“None.”
“Do you feel certain pains in your body?”
“No.”
“Is there anything you feel that is not of the usual in your system?”
“No.”
Hermione was growing impatient as her tone suggested and Draco was also growing irritated with the answers he was getting.

Usually, it helped the Healers more if the patient would be a little more specific and descriptive of the answers they were giving and not simple one note answer.

“Are you taking any other medication at the moment?”
“No.” Hermione answer crossing her arms over her chest. “Isn’t that indicated in my chart?”
“No.” Draco answered coldly.

He closed his eyes and quietly cursed to himself.
He was trying so hard to be very patient and professional to her but she was just really trying his patience.

“I’m sorry Miss Granger, that’s not indicated in here.” Draco said as he scribbled something over the chart. “But now it is noted.”

Hermione only rolled her eyes.

“Other than this recent accident you’ve had, have you ever been injured severely?”
“I think you know the answer to that, Malfoy.”
“Please answer the question, Miss Granger.” Draco said without looking up from the chart.

But this time, he was no longer reading.
He didn’t want to ask that as it proved to lead to unwanted conversations.
“Have you ever-“
“I was a survivor of the Second War.” Hermione stated matter-of-factly. “I’ve concurred injuries from it – a broken ankle, certain spell effects, a gash at the side of my ribcage and-“

Hermione stopped.
He looked up at her as she unconsciously moved her right arm to her left forearm.
Draco already knew what the last injury was.

“Right.” Draco quickly said. “Next question is have you been fully tended to these injuries?”
“Sorry, what?” Hermione said obviously lagging from the previous question.

She let her arm go and tried to recall what he had said.
“Have you been well-tended to with-“
“I was completely recovered from all the injuries.” Hermione said nodding incoherently.

Except for the scar that was written by Bellatrix.
She didn’t need to say it for Draco to know about it.
He was there and he has heard about it.
Draco scribbled a few more things over the chart and tried to focus himself.

This was far more difficult than he had utterly imagined.
He closed the chart.

“I would need to do a couple of examinations, Miss Granger.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Hermione said, nodding at him.

Nobody moved.
They stared at one another.
Draco was obviously waiting for something from her and Hermione was the same.

“Uh – you – you would need to turn around.” Draco said ushering to her back.
“Oh.” Hermione said, realizing what he had to do. “Right.”

It was the most awkward feeling they’ve had experienced between one another.
Hermione had to move around the bed with Draco’s guidance and she had to move around and about to his will.

The first process was for Draco to check if she had any injury at the back where it was most crucial to take a look at.

“I would need to-“
“Do what you have to do.” Hermione said in a determined voice, closing her eyes and knowing they both have no choice anyway.

She heard him sigh heavily as she moved her back closer to him so he could examine it.
Once her back was turned to him, Draco could barely move.
She was seated at the edge of the bed with her back turned to him – inches from him.

“Right, I’ll just need to check some things. Just take deep breaths at every three.”
Hermione nodded.
Draco reluctantly, but slowly placed his left hand over her left shoulder while he gently pulled her closer and placed his right hand over certain areas of her back.

At every count of three, Hermione breathed deeply and he felt around in circles and in patterns the muscles over her back and listened carefully and intently if there was a shift of pattern in her breathing.
As far, her rib cage and organs within the area of his reach were completely normal.
Her damage then could possibly be around the waist down.
They were both silent as he continued and finished in his first set of examination.
The next set proved to be slightly more difficult and awkward for the both of them.

“I need to what?” Hermione repeated despite that she’s heard clearly.
He was asking her to lie over her stomach so that he could freely seek injuries at her back from waist down.
“You need to lie down on your stomach because I need to check for back and waist injuries.”

Draco said the whole sentence in such a hurry that she barely understood what he really had to say.
Hermione’s eyes widened slightly and she looked like she was not at all willing to do it.
“It’s a.. standard protocol in the examination that-“
“I know, I know.” Hermione coldly said. “Well I’d need some help.”
She indicated that she could move around as much due to the wires that were over her arm.
“Right. Sorry.” Draco said.

He quickly put the chart down and went back to her and helped her up.
He held her by the arm from which it was so obvious that they were both avoiding to touch one another – which was proven very difficult by what they had to do – and had her seat at the end of the bed.

Once seated at the edge again, he slowly helped her lay on the position and placed a comfortable pillow around her head and told her to lay down with her face facing her left side so she could clearly answer his questions.
“Comfortable?” he asked making sure the pillow was in place.
“No.” Hermione honestly answered.

The position was comfortable.
But laying on her stomach with Draco Malfoy mulling over her wasn’t very comfortable at all.
If only she had her wand with her at that very moment but it was surrendered at the lobby and was with Harry.

“This won’t take long.” Draco said obviously thinking that she was physically uncomfortable. “I need you to stretch your leg out for a bit.”
“There.” Hermione said slightly moving it – her movement was so small it made no difference.
“You need to move it some more.” Draco said, slightly sweating for unknown reasons.
“I’ve already-“
“We can both get this over with, Miss Granger.” Draco said a little stern than he intended to.

Hermione said something gruffly but then she angrily widened her legs apart.
“That’s too much.” Draco said suddenly pulling her legs slightly back together.

Hermione groaned at the way he handled her, but he didn’t say anything and neither did she.
“I would have to-“
“Just do what you have to do, Malfoy.” Hermione angrily said this time, closing her eyes and staring at the other way to avoid seeing him.
Draco paused and pursed his lips at the difficulty of the task at hand.
Or how difficult it was because he was processing it with her.
“Right. Okay.” Draco said, closing his eyes and muttering something.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.” Draco quickly said. “So I need you to breath all the same at every-
“-three. I know.” Hermione said sighing heavily.
“Yes. Three. On three.” Draco said and he started to do the same thing earlier over her back.

Instead that this time, he’s doing it from the hind muscles of her legs at first and then up the side of her thighs over her hospital robes and then at the sides of her waist.
If truth be told, he wasn’t doing it right.
He was barely touching her and he was just hoping for some sort of grave injury that was too obvious over her skin that he could come across.
He was required to touch her a little bit more and to press a bit more over her skin but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to as a professional, it’s just that it felt so stressful to touch her in this disposition.

“Is there anything you’ve found?” Hermione impatiently asked.
“Sorry, what?” Draco asked halfway to her midriff.
“I said, is there anything you’ve found?”
“Some muscles are swollen.” Draco said which wasn’t exactly what could be the possible problem. “And you’ve overworked yourself physically so the healing process from the elevator accident is going-“
“So how long do I have to stay here?”
“I can’t answer that now.” Draco said, wishing she’d stop talking and asking so he could concentrate fully.
“Isn’t that job for you to know?”
“I can’t tell yet. There are examination you haven’t taken-“
“Well, aren’t you just doing that about now-“
“I am doing only the first phase, Miss Granger. Now, please keep still I’m trying to find something.”

Hermione looked up at him as if she wanted to hit him now.
He had pressed somewhere below her ribcage area behind her back and then he pressed it again.
Hermione groaned painfully and looked back at him as if wanting to ask why he is paining her purposely.

“Does it hurt here?” Draco said already knowing the answer.
“What do you think-“
“Miss Granger-“
“Yes, it fucking hurts there, Malfoy.” Hermione angrily spat at him.
Draco felt the area and then pressed on a bit more and a bit lower and more.
“Right.” Draco said completely pulling her dress gown fully back down and moving at the end of the bed.

Hermione didn’t move and was feeling if he was going to do anything else.
“We’re done.” Draco said. “I would have a Medi-Witch bring you a compress for which you need to undergo every four hours. And then I’d come back-“
“What did you find?” Hermione asked him painfully moving back into place.
“Oh, sorry.” Draco said putting the chart back down again and helping her back to lay down in the normal position.

“What did you find?” Hermione asked again.
“I’m suspecting some injured muscle and an inside fracture – nothing that therapy couldn’t fix. But the compress first would help to ease the muscle so we can go straight and fix your fracture-“
“Double injury?”
“Slight bone fracture and overly stressed muscular – “
“Speak in English.” Hermione coldly demanded, eyeing him angrily.
Draco stared at her and sighed heavily.
“Your fall broke a bit of your bone, injuring you, but not permanently. I can’t heal it straight up because your muscles are swollen which have been caused by the same accident – however, they are not healing properly and have been damaged even more because of overuse. You’re overworked, over fatigued.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
There were a lot of truth in those words.
She had been warned time and again about being overworked and now her fatigue is taking its toll on her and making her pay.
“So what’s the medication needed to completely recover?”
“I’m not yet –“
“You don’t know?” Hermione asked him with a raised brow. “You don’t-“
“Bed rest, Granger.” Draco impatiently answered her then.
He grabbed the chart from the end of the bed and took his quill from the bed as well.

He began packing up.

“That’s it?” she asked. “Are we done?”
“Yes.” Draco said not meeting her gaze. “I’m going to have a Medi-Witch bring you a compress and a list of foods and the amount of intake.”
“Food?” Hermione repeated. “What does-“
“Nutrients and food inside your body strengthens your stamina. You will need it for the therapy sessions. The further you eat unhealthy things, the worse you are getting and the slower your body gains back the strength it needs. I’m going to take a bit you’ve been taking take-outs for weeks and months.”

Hermione didn’t meet his eyes.

Harry cooked mostly but most of the time, they get takeouts because she wanted quick meals so she could resume her work.
“Well I barely have time.” Hermione said looking away from him. “Ministry work is quite difficult and-“
“I’ll make sure that this would be noted and that you’d have a proper diet that you can easily and thoroughly follow.”
“That’s not part of your job.” Hermione pointed out and looking back at him with a stricken expression.
She already felt violated by Draco having to touch parts of her body but for him to have to meddle over the food she takes it just felt too much at the moment.
“I’m your attending Healer, Miss Granger.” Draco slowly and patiently explained to her. “Unfortunately, it is also part of my job.”
“Fine. Whatever.” Hermione said rolling her eyes back at him and making sure that Harry notes this one down and still bring her the food she’d prefer to eat.

Draco noted a couple of things again.
It was annoying Hermione for some reason.
“Is there anything else?” she asked him.
“Are you in a hurry?” Draco asked back.
It was so obvious that he was holding back and that he was trying to practice patience.
“I’d like to rest, thanks.” Hermione said, moving herself back to position over the bed with difficulty as she moved his arm away to stop him from helping her out.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get a lot of that.” Draco said nodding at her. “You’re under completely orders of bed rest for three more days.”
“Three days?” Hermione asked back. “Three days? You want me to get fired?”
“There is something we call as ‘sick leave’ at the office, Miss Granger.” Draco pointed out as he took his notes away..
Hermione watched in silence as Draco packed the rest of his things and was obviously in no mood to argue any further with her.
“Miss Granger, I need your schedule of availability for your therapy.” Draco said opening a small planner from the inside of his hospital uniform.
“I don’t know.” Hermione said. “It’s very busy at the Ministry-“
“This is imperative and this is required, Miss Granger. I need a schedule for your availability.”

“I go to work five or six days a week. Depending on the needed work I need to finish. I have errands on weekends mostly if there are no extra meetings.”
“We’ll have to make a way out of your daily schedule, Miss Granger.”
“I work a nine hours a day type of work and depending if I have overtime-“
“You will make time for this, Miss Granger.” Draco said noting something again. “Perhaps the after work time-“
“I usually get home and then finish a couple more of-“
“Miss Granger, you have to make time-“
“Well I don’t have time!” Hermione angrily spat at him.
“Well, you’re going to have to make time for this, Miss Granger!”
Hermione looked up at him.
Draco’s eyes were wide.
He didn’t really mean to lose his patience.
He had almost yelled completely at a patient.
He heavily breathed looking away from her.
“Look, this is also very difficult for me.” Draco said. “I’m only doing my job and giving you what I think is best-“
“Giving me what you think is best?” Hermione asked incredulously. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your resident Healer, Miss Granger.” Draco pointed out with a raised brow.

Hermione blinked.
She could not remember being this annoyed in a very long time.
“Well, given you can’t give me your free schedule, I’m going to assume you’re willing to adjust to the availability of the therapy sessions of the hospital.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She looked away from him and was looking like she was ready to throw a tantrum at Draco.
“Right. So that’s all about it for this morning.” Draco said closing his planner and taking everything that was his from the bed. “I’ll see you back later at your first therapy session, Miss Granger.”
Hermione was silent.
She moved herself over the bed and faced the other direction, quiet and only listening to the sound of Draco leaving the room.

She was so angry about the whole situation that she barely noticed Draco conjure up a blue rose from his wand and added it altogether to the bunch of roses, flowers and gifts at a corner table of Hermione’s well-wishers from friends and work.

Draco sat at the very end of the classroom.
It was his first day in class abroad where he was to take and finish schooling and academics as a Healer.
Draco was quiet and nervous.
He didn’t know much yet about Paris.
He had only settled in for a week and now on his second week, classes were to begin.
The first class of the day was actually languages where most foreign students take a French class altogether in order to cope with the rest of the classes.
As of the moment, there were two Australians at the other end of the room who quickly found company with one another, another woman looked like Asian and who was talking to two other American women.
So far, he was the only English lad in class.
It was fine with him, if he was the only one who was of English-decent that would have been nice and brilliant.
He wasn’t at school to make friends anyway – he was there to study and to become the Healer he always wanted to be.
The past months had been quite a struggle for some time as he had been adjusting emotionally and physically with all the changes.
He had finished Hogwarts – thankfully, unscathed – but he had endured all the possible bullying he could verbally hear from the other students.
Surprisingly, only Potter and his friends seemed not to take on the same ride as the rest of the school.
It was already bad enough that his other had passed, his father jailed in Azkaban and his face magically burned forever by a curse.
Living the new life wasn’t very easy but he endured it knowing he deserved each and every bit of punishment he had endured there.

He was mostly verbally bullied by snide comments by non-Slytherins and in the Slytherin House, he was bullied all the same for being ‘the traitor’ of their lot and how much of a coward his father was and how her mother had no loyalty in her.
Every bit of fiber in his body had endured all of it but he kept his head down and kept himself with his studies.
He came third from Hermione and a Ravenclaw student in the graduating class.
He wasn’t such a sass about it but he had accepted the good grades and points given to him.

There was no point in doing anything that would tarnish whatever little was left of him.
He tended to himself and his needs from his seventh-year – he had all the money that he would need therefore, he could definitely live up independently.
He accustomed himself to not want anyone else or need anyone else – something that was much more of struggle at the beginning than he thought of as he was raised to be dependent of servants and of his parents.
With them gone and his hunger to prove himself that he could actually live independently as contrary to whispers and beliefs of what he could and couldn’t do.
Other students then filed into the classroom and there was a small group of English lads and two girls.

They were all laughing and seemingly under some post-joke situation when they began searching the room for a chair to sit in.
They looked around and about until they saw the spot at the corner where Draco was alone and the seats next to him in the row were all empty.
They quickly walked over the spot and Draco looked up from his doodling at the time.
His eyes slightly widened upon seeing other English students.
He quickly gave them a smile and nodded to the seats next to them.
They were all settling in on already when one of the lads stared and did a double take back on Draco.
“What’s wrong?” Draco heard one of the girls asked the boy.
“He looks familiar.” the lad said. “But I’m not sure. Supposedly that boy is handsome, right?”
Draco sank lower back over his chair and tried to avoid their gazes that he knew were trying to penetrate him.
They knew him of course.
But thankfully to the burn mark over his face, they’d barely recognize him.
And getting into this school, he wanted things to be lowkey.
He didn’t want anyone recognizing him and digging into his past and how much of a traitor he and his family had been in the Wizarding Community.
Draco could just feel and hear the distaste from their whispers.
He immediately knew already that he wasn’t going to make any good friends in this semester and maybe for the rest of his semesters into becoming a Healer.
They started to slightly drag their chairs a few feet father from him creating a most obvious distance in the rows.

Draco sighed heavily and turned back to the book he had been reading.
No matter where he went, he was going to endure discrimination.
But he tried to remain focused and tried to tell himself over and over again – that it all wouldn’t matter.
That he was there to become a good Healer – that it had always been his dream and he wasn’t going to let snide marks get in the way of his dreams.
He was free now – from his family’s attached strings, forcing him to be what he didn’t want to be.
He was a free man now.
He was free of responsibilities of his family and he should enjoy and revel on the feeling of that.
He had his fate in his hands and he should focus only on the things that matter and at the moment, it was to ensure that he remains focused to become the Healer he wanted to be no matter how long or hard it takes him.
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