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Draco and Blaise went out to the bar on a Saturday, he’d needed to get out so took the night off. He’d been working more hours lately anyway. He couldn’t stop the nightmares. He heard echoes of Nagini’s hisses and felt the brush of her scales. The realistic sensations always woke him with a shudder.
He also had weird visions of himself, Vincent and Greg running through the Room of Requirements being chased by the beast of feindfyre. Usually he woke when the latter had been consumed by the flames.
“Draco, when you said Pansy had decided to open up a new nightclub you never told me it was a muggle and wizarding nightclub.” Blaise laughed.
“She has exclusive VIP boxes up on the second floor just for wizards.” Draco told him. Blaise wasn’t very prejudiced against muggles anymore. After most of the parents’ in their group had been sent away to Azkaban for their roles and involvement to Lord Voldemort in the war the kids and remaining adults had been sent to spend a few months without magic in muggle London as part of a whole reform program.
Draco had been a part of the program. He’d had to do his muggle service in a bookstore for about 6 months before he enrolled in a social work program at a local University. He was able to get in touch with St. Mungo’s and was able to study Mind Healing in tandem to his social work studies. He liked his work overall.
It had been over a month since he’s started counseling Granger, and he was trying to keep himself professional. Since the night she’d come into his office upset about her parents’ he’d been encouraging her to find ways to boost her confidence. She’d been responding beautifully. She still used alcohol to sleep, but her list had dwindled to once a day, and a few times over the weekends.
Draco followed his friend up the stairs and there met the raven haired witch who owned the place.
“Draco! Blaise! How absolutely wonderful it is to see you both! Here, have a wristband, they are to get into the VIP boxes, and get exclusive perks.” Pansy smiled and gave them a wink before making her way over to another group that she had just spied.
“Leave it to Pans to not mince words.” Blaise smiled while both he and Draco put on their wristbands.
“So how is work going Draco?” Blaise asked.
“I don’t really want to talk about it. What about you?” Draco asked his friend. Blaise was a mocha skinned Italian man, he had short black hair and caramel colored eyes. Most girls found him very attractive.
“Same, boring. Day after day its complaints, or orders.” Blaise said. He’d gone into the family business and worked in an investment firm. He wanted to break away and start a chain of hotels, but he hadn’t found the right location for it yet. The two chatted idly about the women in the club for a few minutes before Blaise spied a one with potential and nodded his goodbye to Draco.
Draco smirked at the tall leggy brunette Blasé had gone over to talk to. Her dress had a low back and she had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Draco looked around thinking of the time he spent at Hermione’s. Her skirt came off and those legs that ran for miles up to those green panties.
Merlin, he needed to stop thinking about her. She was a client now and he needed to stay professional. He needed to get laid. He saw a blonde across the room, not as tall as the brunette Blaise had found. Her sky blue dress was almost as skimpy as the brunettes red one though. He grabbed two drinks from the tray circling around the room and went towards her.

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Draco thrust into the blonde panting as she moaned. He gripped her hips and moved her back and forth on his cock as she rode him in the chair in the VIP box. She’d wasted no time in wanting to get him alone and his pants down. Fine by him. He needed a stress reliever after the month of celibacy he’d had. She’d not even taken her dress off, just pulled her panties off and threw them across the room then jumped on him.
She worked herself down his shaft until he was fully enveloped within her.
“Merlin, you feel so good.” She moaned. What was her name again? Draco wondered. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. He lifted her up and down to impale her harder. He needed this. She rode him hard, he felt the familiar tightening and slipped his hand between her legs to circle her clit.
She threw her head back and he felt her walls clamp and pulse until she let out a wail. Her walls milked him as he came inside her with a quiet grunt. She panted against his shoulder as he performed the contraceptive charm on her.
She kissed him before getting off of him and going back out to the party, leaving her panties across the room. Draco cast a cleansing charm on himself and pulled his pants back up from his ankles. He felt sick. He was tired of one-offs. He never thought he’d see the day where he wanted something steady. He ran his hand through his hair. As he stood and finished pulling and buttoning his pants and fixed his belt then went to the Apparation point.

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Draco went into his office at the Manor feeling a churning in his stomach. He’d never had problems with shagging random females before. What had happened to him? He’d been too busy this past month with work to have been able to go out. What was the matter with him? He frowned.
Granger’s file was on the top of his desk, spelled so if someone other than himself looked at it it looked like a blank and empty folder. His hand shook as he picked it up and opened it. She was the reason he’d not wanted any one-offs. She was the reason he was feeling sick. Could it be he felt guilty for shagging the blonde?
Draco felt as though he’d been punched in the gut. He hadn’t ever felt guilt in regards to his sex life before. He wasn’t dating anyone or exclusive with anyone, and even when he had been he’d never felt guilty for his shagging, that was his business. Until he was married and had the fidelity vow thrust upon him he’d never seen the reason to end his one-offs.
He tossed the folder down and sat at his desk and buried his head in his hands. He was so confused at his thoughts.

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Hermione had been crying for about three hours since she’d gotten home. She felt an ache in her chest and seriously wanted a drink. Her parents’ had spoken to her a little today. They had memories of being Grangers’ and memories of being Wilkins’. The Mind Healer’s at St. Mungo’s were trying to help them sort through their memories and create a semblance of order to them.
It was only about ten thirty and she felt her heart breaking. She’d done this to her parents’. She loved being able to have conversations with them. Her mum had been very sweet, telling her it was ok. That she understood and would have done the same thing had she been in Hermione’s shoes. Neither of her parents’ blamed her but she couldn’t stop blaming herself.
Since their treatment started four weeks ago Hermione had been to see them three times. Each time had gone better than the last. They were more cognizant and talkative. Apparently they were aware for longer periods of time, the spell damage was being reversed at gradual intervals. Within another three months they should be good as new.
Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore. She fixes her makeup and sooths down her jeans and long sleeve jumper before she grabs her purse and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
She walked in and ordered a Firewhiskey. Drinking that she turns in her chair and surveys the patrons. She doesn’t know anyone here. Good. She turns back to the bar and after finishing the first orders a second firewhiskey.
A few hours later she made her way into the darkened alley heading to the apparation point to Apparate home. Her mind was mercifully blank. She heard the bricks moving and saw a group of wizards coming out of Diagon Alley. They were a Quiddich team of some sort. She could barely make out the robes in the darkness and with her vision as blurry as it was.
“Oy, you there? What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ out back ‘ere?” One of the wizards asked genuinely concerned. The four men turned to where she stood leaning heavily against the wall. Shock was on two of the men’s faces.
“Hermi-ninny!” Viktor said and rushed over at the same time Ron did.
“Blimey ‘Mione, what are you doing out here?” Ron asked beside her. She felt sick. Both her exes on either side of her and all she wanted was to get home and pass out. Her eyes closed at the thought of sleep. She tried to pry her eyes back open but they didn’t seem to want to cooperate.
“I got you, come one, let’s go this way.” Ron whispered sweetly as her head rolled into his arm. “Is she hurt?” Viktor immediately went searching for any injuries or signs of spells.
“Novare that I can see.” He informed Ron.
“I’ll take her into Diagon Alley and see if I can’t talk to her a bit.” Ron said, not wanting to take the limp woman into the bar. The remaining team members went into the bar and to their rooms upstairs. Viktor wanted to go with Ron, but seemed to think they needed time alone to sort things out. Viktor followed his team members and Ron tapped on the brick that led into Diagon Alley.
“Hermione, what are you doing here?” Ron asked. He’d been heading here for the last game and then he was going to find her and talk to her about getting back with him. His season was ending and he was going to take the position in England’s national quiddich team.
“Wanted to drink Ron.” She said, her eyes still heavy but she had managed to crack them open. He looked angry and concerned at once. The emotions at war with one another on his face. She blinked her eyes open the rest of the way. She was sitting on a bench near the entryway to Knockturn Alley not too far from the Leaky.
“Why are you here?” She spat angrily. He looked at her sharply.
“I came to get you back. I’m sorry ‘Mione, I was an idiot. I love you and want you back. Surely it’s been enough time for you to get over being angry.” He tried to smile and charm her. It didn’t work.
“You are so clueless! How could you think I’d want to get back with you after all we’ve been through you selfish bastard.” She ground out. Her hands clenched into fists. Her head was still very hazy and her eyes didn’t want to focus on him.
“Fine ‘Mione, you want to stay mad, then stay mad. I’ll talk to you when you’re more reasonable and not all barmy.” He grumbled angrily and took off back the way he came.
Hermione sobbed into her hands.
“Whatcha doin’ out here girly?” A menacing voice growled at her. Hermione had her wand pointed in the direction before the man realized what happened.
“Leave me be.” Her voice was strong and not as fearful and shaky as she felt. She could make it to the Apparation Point down the way only a few yards. She was sure if her legs didn’t felt like jelly and very heavy.
“Oh ho! The girly has a bit of fight in her.” He grinned yellowed and blackened teeth. His dark cloak hid his silhouette and she couldn’t discern his facial features other than his yellow beady eyes, pointy nose, and crooked grin. She felt sick. She threw a quick ‘expelliarmus’ at him and took off running.
She was slower than normal, the alcohol making her weak, sluggish, and disoriented. Hands yanked her down as she kicked with her feet. She heard him curse and felt pain in her head as his hand struck her cheek and her head hit the cobbled stones of the ground. She was dazed a moment before she realized the wizard was kicking her and stomping on her. She curled in fetal position trying to protect herself as best she could.
“Crucio!” He yelled and she screamed as fire flowed through her veins, her fingers and toes contracting involuntarily. She flailed and whimpered and screamed endlessly. The curse ended and she lay there panting, tears pouring down her face. She felt more than saw the man climb on top of her. She had no fight left. He was fumbling with her jeans, she knew what was to happen. She hoped he would get it over with quickly.
“Wha-!“ The weight was lifted from her and she heard a scuffle and curses. Why couldn’t she focus? She was seeing the stars in the sky above her head, wishing she were anywhere but here. She saw the reds, greens, and blues or curses being sent back and forth but didn’t hear any words being said.
A moment later she saw the dark hair, face, and caramel eyes of a familiar face. He was talking to her but she just stared at him, not really understanding, she vaguely registered a flash of white. She blinked as tears continued to run down her face.
Blaise had heard a scream on his way to the Apparation point. He pulled his wand out and came across the scene. The woman was lying there nearly unconscious while the man tried to pull her pants down. Blaise threw a curse and the man fell off of her. He dueled the wizard until at the last moment the wizard took off to the apparation point and disappeared. Blaise ran over to the woman. He saw the wand still clasped limply in her fingers, the familiar Vinewood of Hermione Granger. His eyes widened and he looked at the witch’s face.
“Granger! Granger! You’re ok, it’s ok!” He conjured his patronus, a falcon, and sent it to Draco.

Draco had been sitting in his office still when the falcon came through his wall.
“Bring two broomsticks to Diagon Alley near Leaky, Granger’s been attacked. No magic, worried about spell damage. Hurry!” Blaise’s voice screamed at him. Draco went into action and within minutes he had two miniature Nimbus 2001’s in his pocket and he apparated to the Leaky.
Blaise saw Draco running from the Apparation Point and waved him closer. Draco’s heart went into his throat as he looked at the witch. Her pants were unbuttoned but not unzipped, her jumper was ripped and dirty, her face had swelling on both her left cheek and her right forehead.
His chest hurt when he saw Hermione’s lip was cut and bleeding. She also had a little blood coming from her nose and ear, like she’d been in a bomb explosion. Her eyes were very glassy and unfocused. Empty and emotionless minus the tears coming from them.
Draco quickly unshrank the brooms and they both pulled the catatonic witch up to sitting position. Draco scooped Hermione up and Blaise helped hold his broomstick while he mounted it. He had Hermione positioned side-saddle on his broom in front of him.
He had one arm holding her against him, and one across her lap that was also holding the broom. Blaise mounted his own broom disillusioned the three of them and the brooms. They made their way to St. Mungo’s.
Hermione felt cold, she felt wind and cold. She couldn’t think, her head ached. She felt as though she were floating in the air, wait? Was she floating in the air? She felt an arm around her back, the hand from that arm against her side holding her in place. Another arm held across her lap with that hand gripping a broom handle. She sat snugly between warm thighs and her body was nestled against a strong chest and chin.
She was dimly aware of words being spoken and the fact that she was on a broom. She was shivering and her teeth chattered. Was her body going into shock or was it really just that cold? She felt her air coming in fast spurts and even the hand that clasped her to the body behind her couldn’t stop her from sinking into unconsciousness.
“Hermione, its ok, Granger, we’re almost there, hold on sweet, almost there, its ok. We’ve got you, you’re safe.” Draco kept talking long after he felt her become limp in his arms. She’d had another panic attack, but he couldn’t stop, they had to get to St. Mungo’s.
The pair of brooms landed and Blaise reversed the disillusionment charm and grabbed the brooms while Draco lifted the witch in his arms and ran towards the door.
“Someone get here now!” Draco demanded in a thundering voice. He had Medi-witches and healers scrambling.
“What happened?”
“Who is it?”
“Malfoy?”
Draco ignored them all and placed the witch on the stretcher one of the Healer’s had brought over.
“Hermione Granger has been attacked, we think with an unforgivable.” Blaise told one of the Healers.
“Get Neville Longbottom!” They heard one of the Healer’s yell. Within moments the group were bring taken to the Spell damage ward. Draco and Blaise were kept out in the hallway while the professionals went to work on the witch.
Neville came running through the hallway stopping when he saw Blaise and Draco standing outside Hermione’s room.
“No time, I’ll keep you informed.” He said and ducked into the room. He was not prepared to see the witch who only hours ago had been healthy and happy in front of him talking with and about her parents’. The medi-witches and Healers had her clothes off and were fixing her ribs, apparently a few of them were broken. One had punctured a lung. Her body was going into shock and organs on the verge of shutting down.
Neville felt his heart breaking before he pushed away his feelings and went into professional mode. He worked on his friend for hours using limited magic. She’d been crucio’d again. Her internal organs were damaged, her womb sustaining the majority of the damages.
Neville only knew of the previous damages because Harry had confided in him once that Hermione couldn’t have children because of Bellatrix’s curses during the war. Neville sighed. After they’d stabilized Hermione and gave her potions for bones, organ and tissue damage, and pain he made his way out to the two men waiting to talk to him.
“Longbottom, what’s happening with Granger?” Draco asked in a demanding voice. Neville was still intimidated by the wizard who’d taunted him throughout childhood.
“She sustained several injuries, the attacker beat her physically and magically. She was hit with the Cruciatus curse. I have to inform her parents’. They’ll want to come down and visit. Would you like to assist me?” Neville asked. If Draco and Blaise helped him bring Hermione’s mum and dad to see her then maybe they’d think better of muggles. Both the wizards nodded. Neville led them to the JT Ward and introduced them to Hermione’s parents’.
Draco wondered at the muggles in front of him. Last he’d heard from Hermione was that they were irresponsive and were working on being cured from the spell damage she’d done to them. Here were a lively Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiling and nodding with Neville as he explained that they were going to visit Hermione. Mrs. Granger frowned and teared up when she heard her little girl had been attacked.
“Maybe she should send us into hiding again.” Hermione’s father said. Neville shook his head.
“It was unrelated to the wizarding war. That’s been over for a few years now.” Blaise and Draco looked at one another at Neville’s words. Draco knew why, Blaise hadn’t been informed and was sure to have questions.
The five of them made their way down to Hermione’s room. Draco assisted Mr. Granger and Blaise assisted Mrs. Granger into the room. Draco’s heart caught in his throat at the sight of the witch in a standard St. Mungo’s gown. She looked so small and frail in that bed, almost like a child. Draco stayed in the room while Blaise went out to ask Neville the questions he wanted to ask.
“So who are you to my daughter?” Mr. Granger asked Draco. Draco thought for a moment on this. He was nothing to her really.
“I’m her mind healer. She talks to me about things, much like a muggle therapist.” He told them honestly. Mr. Granger nodded.
“You care about her and her wellbeing. Can we sign her care decisions to you?” He asked honestly. Draco was shocked. Where had that come from?
“Er….yeah, sure.” He struggled to get the words out. They were essentially giving him proxy over her healthcare decisions if she were to become incapacitated or unable to make decisions for herself.
“Great, Neville said we should probably find a friend to take care of this type of thing, and it is fortunate that we met you. Please respect her wishes and do what is best and right for her. Can you take us back to our room now?” Mrs. Granger said and leaned down to kiss her daughter, Mr. Granger did the same. Draco followed them back out and together they went back up to the JT Ward where Neville and Blaise were talking.
Mr. Granger told Neville about signing healthcare proxy over from them to Draco and they signed the necessary paperwork. Draco couldn’t believe this muggle would choose him to make important decisions regarding his daughter. He hoped he wouldn’t let the man down.

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Hermione woke in the bright room of St. Mungo’s. She was dazed and slightly disoriented. She felt pain in her ribs and head and felt the weariness that only the cruciatus curse could cause on her body. Great, just when she thought it couldn’t get worse than Ron showing up, some dark wizard comes up and tortures her. She knew she’d not been violated and thanked Merlin for small favors.
She sat up slowly, shaking her head to clear the haze. She looked around and spied a familiar blonde sat slumped and sleeping in the right side corner of her room in a reclining chair facing her bed. She smiled slightly at the sight of Draco Malfoy sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital chair. His head slumped forward to the left side and feet crossed at the ankles as he reclined back in the chair.
“Morning!” She called to him, hating how hoarse her voice sounded from disuse. He jerked awake scowling as she laughed.
“You’re awake, how are you feeling?” Draco asked. She smiled. He got up and came over to her.
“Are you asking as a friend or my shrink?” Draco’s brow furrowed at the words.
“Friend I think.” He smirked. She smiled, the newly healed skin on her lip just a bit tight.
“I feel like I was beat and tortured.” She laughed mirthlessly. Lying her head on the pillow as a dizzy wave crashed upon her mind.
“You were. What were you doing out in Diagon Alley at that time of night anyway?” Draco asked gently.
“I can’t remember how I got there, one second I’m in the Leaky, then I think Ronald was there for a moment, then I remember a wizard I didn’t recognize attacking me. I was so cold afterwards, I dreamt I was flying.” She giggled a little as her mind was once more befuddled with the potions. He smiled a little at the last part. “I hate flying….had to do it enough during the war but…I…..hate…..heights.” She murmured as she drifted back to sleep once more.
“I’ll keep that in mind in the future.” He whispered to the sleeping figure in front of him and sat back down.
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