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Beyond the Veil	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three
Getting Physical

Whatever or however Hermione had imagined the so-called meeting or dinner with Draco was, she had definitely overdressed herself.
Draco was patiently waiting outside her office door at exactly five that afternoon wearing what looked like a casual afternoon outdoor pair of clothing.
She had changed out of her Healer clothes and had changed into a nice Sunday kind of dress, a nice pair of flats and a nice bag to go with it.
And her eyes were wide as she opened the door for him to find him in the most-Muggle pair of clothes she had ever seen him in.
She would never tackle it with him out of fear of being rude, but lately, she had been wondering where Draco was getting his fashion sense.

“Nice dress.” Draco said with a smirk as he straightened up from the opposite wall of her office door where he had been waiting for fifteen minutes.
She nodded quietly in acknowledgement but was trying to avoid meeting his eyes to hear any further commentary in regards to her outfit.
Her eyes snatched a glance at him and she won’t deny that despite that she find it odd that he was in Muggle clothes, he looked good.
He was wearing what looked like a casual pair of loose pants and over it was a loose shirt in Ravenclaw colours and a nice green Slytherin scarf around his neck from their Hogwarts days.

“Flaunting house pride, aren’t we?” Hermione said as they walked down the quiet corridor to the elevators just to break the ice between them.
“I found this when I was looking for something nice to wear.” Draco said as he held the scarf in place around his neck while they turned a corner. “Couldn’t really decide what to wear tonight. But you don’t look bad yourself, Healer Granger.”
He had meant it to be a genuine compliment but his way of emphasizing her title made Hermione feel a little insulted.
“Healer in Training.” Hermione corrected him in her way of humbling herself back as they stopped in front of the elevator doors.
“Same thing.” Draco muttered before clearing his throat and pressing the lift’s button. “It’s not like you’re not going to pass the licensure and whatever exam for it you have to take.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
He smiled at her and took another look over her attire.
“Nice Sunday dress.” Draco sheepishly commented as they waited for the elevator.
Her eyes widened and she looked up at him while he kept his eyes over the closed elevator doors.
“Excuse me, do you have a problem with my dress?” she asked unable to stop herself now.
She might have been overdressed but she felt confident enough in that dress to face and draw a wand at Malfoy if he ever try something funny to her.
He looked back at her, slightly confused.
He opened his mouth to say something but the doors of the elevator opened up for them.
Draco’s expression changed into a smile then and he outstretched his arms to gesture her to enter the elevator first.
Hermione gave him a look but entered the lift without a word.
He followed her in and the doors closed behind them and now that they were alone, Hermione realized that he didn’t tell her where they were going.
She looked back at him, trying to hide the threatened and alarmed look in her face as the doors closed.

“Bullocks.” Hermione muttered to herself burying her face in her hands as she tried to sink in the corner and stay as far and away as possible from Draco’s taller and stronger physique.
He looked back at her.
“Are you alright?” he asked her concernedly. “Are you Clausto- what’s that? The Muggle term?”
“Claustrophobic.” Hermione corrected him in a firm tone yet still not looking up at him. “And no, I’m not.”
Draco looked concernedly back at her and without warning, he suddenly took two long jumps inside the elevator making it shake a little.
“What in the mother of-“ Hermione began as she looked up at him, eyes wide.
He was staring back at her with an amused expression over his face as if this was some sort of joke for him.
“Sorry.” Draco said keeping a straight face again and pulling his scarf closer around his neck. “Just double checking if you really weren’t scared to be inside a moving box.”
Hermione looked back at him with a murderous look.
She couldn’t believe that she had actually agreed to come along with him that afternoon.
And now come to think of it, she should have been calling the shots by now on where they were going to talk.

Hermione stared back at his back while Draco checked his reflection over the steel and gold walls of the elevator.
He didn’t look anywhere traumatized or sick at all and she wondered why she had to go with him through this.
She breathed heavily, trying to remind herself that this was part of her training and she should just suck it all up.
“So.” Hermione began clearing her throat and pretending to straighten the ends of her dress as the lift continued to move floors. “I’ve prepared a set of questions for you later that you’d need to answer for hospital records.”
Draco nodded but he didn’t say anything as he continued to check his eyes and hair’s reflection.
“Malfoy.”
“Hmm?”
“Where are we going?” she finally asked in a tone that she hoped wasn’t too curious or excited in any way.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Draco replied and then he stared, smiled and winked at her reflection that was staring right from behind him.
Their eyes met and Hermione quickly looked away and this time, she began pretending to straighten the ends of her now wavy hair.
His eyes narrowed as if he remembered something.
“I like your hair now.” Draco commented without a single thought of it as he stood away from the door now and rested his back over the opposite wall while he stared at Hermione’s blushing form.
“They change as we grow.” Hermione answered him with an air of annoyance in her tone.
It was so obvious that she didn’t want to be reminded of how she had looked like or how she had managed herself back in their school days.
But here was Draco, reminding her of every bit of what she wanted to forget and bury in the past.
Hermione suddenly felt that this wasn’t a good idea at all.
She should have agreed to meet him at her office where she was protected by the walls of it instead of going outdoor where he could possibly do and say whatever he wanted to her since they weren’t in a formal set up.

“Ofcourse they change.” Draco said with what was an obvious hint of sarcasm in his tone as he straightened up as the elevators halted to the ground floor. “They grow as we do so.”
He looked back at her and Hermione was already gritting her teeth by this point.
Draco smiled back at her and offered his arms out to let her out of the elevators first.
She looked back at him but walked out first nevertheless.
Hermione stood outside the elevator and saw that the hospital was having a busy late afternoon as usual and leaving the place with the renowned Malfoy heir being unnoticed was a nice thoughts to have.
“You looking for something? Someone?” Draco asked as he left the lift after her. “We meeting someone else?”
“No.” Hermione snorted at him as she folded her arms before him. “We’re supposed to meet this afternoon. Why would I bring someone else?”
“Good.” Draco said with a naughty smile over his face as he moved closer her and towered her physique. “Because I expected this to be our first date and I don’t like any annoying prat around us.”
“Excuse me?” Hermione repeated with a raised brow. “Who said this was a date?”
“Well it’s just the two of us, isn’t it?” Draco said with a wide smile. “Or is Potter under his Invisibility Cloak?”
She didn’t answer but had given him another deadly glare.
He smirked back at her with a victorious gleam over his perfect teeth.
“Well, what else would you call this then?” he asked her as he moved closer and blocked her from nearing the exit doors of the hospital. “I don’t assume this is some sort of tutorial, right?”
There was a smug look over his face and Hermione was already at the edge of her patience.
Draco moved closer her with a brim of confidence all over himself as he closed their distance.
Hermione moved her face away from him; she didn’t look so confident and brave when they were only inches apart by now.
She looked away, restraining herself from blushing and feeling peculiar at their close proximity.

“Don’t feel so comfortable.” Hermione said with a tone of warning as she crossed her arms over her chest as if it would make her feel secure from his advances if he does try something. “We can actually do this without being so close to one another.”

He looked down at her and it was so obvious with his restrained smile that he was having the time of his life.
“Are you uncomfortable around me, Granger?” he asked her with what was the obvious. “Or should I call you Healer Granger? Or Hermione?”
She looked away, trying to stare at anything else but the perfect smile he was wearing over her.
“I’m uncomfortable with anyone standing this close to me.” Hermione heavily breathed out and she took two steps away from him.
Draco looked disappointed but not defeated.
He straightened himself up as he watched her observe their distance against one another.
“Alright, alright. I’m only joking.” Draco said as he offered his hand back to her. “Well, come on. Aren’t we supposed to do this therapy thing?”
“It’s called Post-Traumatic Stress Therapy.” Hermione corrected him as she straightened up to stand tall and confident.
He only looked amused as he offered his arm again.
“Well, come on then.” Draco said losing his patience and gently grabbing her arm to hold around his as he patiently dragged her with him out of the hospital. “Aren’t you paid by the hour? I should be getting more from this.”
Hermione’s eyes widened at him.
“Excuse me.” Hermione indignantly answered him. “I am definitely not being paid well enough for this one job.”
He only laughed at her despite that Hermione found nothing amusing at the thoughts of it.
“Don’t worry.” Draco said with another amused expression over his face. “I’ll get you some large icecream later to cool down that hot-head of yours.”
And then he playfully dragged them out from the double doors and out onto the late afternoon sky.
And despite her impatience and reservations, Hermione had been too distracted by Draco’s mere appearance that she didn’t notice that she was actually enjoying herself and at the prospect of a later afternoon spent with the Malfoy heir.

“Well what did you guys do?” Harry asked her as he brought in two large mugs of hot chocolate into the room.
Despite his patient tone, Hermione didn’t miss the accusatory hint in his voice.
She removed her flats and laid her long legs up over the long couch and groaned as she massaged them herself.
“We walked and talked and walked and talked.” Hermione said recalling the afternoon she had spent with Draco. “And there’s.. well, there’s nothing seemingly wrong with him after the whole accident. I mean, nothing physically wrong in my opinion.”
Harry took a sip from the mug of home-made hot chocolate he served them both and stared at her.
“You just spent four hours with Malfoy and you’re telling me there’s nothing you did or found wrong with him?” he asked.
Hermione looked up at him and shook her head.
“Nothing.” Hermione answered. “Zero information. It felt like I wasted the whole afternoon with him at that park.”
“Sounded like a date to me.” Harry bitterly said sitting comfortably at the opposite couch.
She looked up at him and smile started spreading across her face.
“You’re jealous.” Hermione pointed out.
It meant to be a joke and a tease but Harry looked serious.
“Oh, come on.” Hermione chided at him. “Seriously, Harry.”
“Well what do you want me to say or think?” Harry answered her. “It was just the two of you.”
“It was therapy session.” Hermione found herself reasoning out at him. “If it was anything, it was that. It’s not the first time I’ve done this, Harry.”
He looked back at her with a raised brow.
“I’m a professional, Harry.” Hermione confidently said and she edged closer to him and rested her head over his chest. “And come on. It’s Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. That stupid, bouncing ferret.”
“Doesn’t look like a bouncing ferret to me these days.” Harry muttered letting her rest her head onto him and kissing her over the forehead. “Looks like some handsome, rich and eligible bachelor to me.”
“Once a ferret, always a ferret, Harry.” Hermione simply answered him looking up to meet his gaze.
There was silence between them and then out of the blue, they both burst into howling laughter at the memory of the thought of Draco Malfoy – the amazing, bouncing ferret.

Two days had passed since Hermione’s initial assessment with Draco and other tests and results were being done for the boy as he came and left the hospital.
She was also tasked to check on the others and were awaiting the same results she was waiting for Draco.
It had been a busy and stressful two days that by the time that she was supposed to meet Draco for another examination, she had completely forgotten about him and that it was him she was supposed and tasked to meet that afternoon.

Hermione entered the small clinical room with a cup of afternoon tea in her hand that had ran cold already and a copy of the Daily Prophet that barely had any report about the incident.
She was itching to go to its office or write a letter to them to demand on how come they keep on reporting things that were seemingly irrelevant these days.
Entering the room, she stashed it over the shelf where she usually placed materials she’s already read and she could use for recyclable reasons.

The room was dimly lit and so she had barely recognize the figure sitting atop one of the examination beds and wearing nothing but a pair of loosely hospital dress gown and pajama.
“Nice to see you, Granger.” Draco greeted him as he sat abreast with a confident smile over his face. “Been waiting here for nearly an hour I thought I’ve been forgotten.
“What the mother of fuck-“ Hermione squealed nearly toppling the tea over the floor as she skidded to a halt when Draco’s voice came out of the very quiet room.
She quickly placed the mug over the side table to avoid making any mess and stared back at him with wide eyes as she tried to wipe off the little spill over her Healer dress robes.
“What are you doing here?” she asked staring at her watch where it was fifteen past three in the afternoon.
“I’m sorry?” Draco asked him with a peculiar look. “Aren’t you supposed to check on me?”
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked him with an irritated look over her face. “I’ve already marked you tested and we are all waiting for your results to come out-“
“No.” Draco said. “I still have a physical examination lined up for me. I was asked to return today.”
Hermione only stared back at him in question.
“You’re the Healer. Don’t you have an itinerary?” he asked her doubtfully.
She stared with a gaping mouth at him.
She had an appointment this afternoon at this very room and seemingly, with this very patient in front of her that was barechest and as if waiting to pounce at the right moment.

Hermione stared at her small magical watch again and back at Malfoy.
Her eyes narrowed and realized that this was the patient she was supposed to meet.
Draco’s smile slowly spread and he sat straight over the steel bed the moment he knew that Hermione already realized that it was him she was supposed to put under a physical examination.
“Well, I guess we should start, Healer Granger.” Draco said and Hermione couldn’t help but hear the hint of excitement in his voice.

She rolled her eyes and placed her bag aside and tinkered with its contents with her back turned at Draco.
She could just feel him smiling behind her, gloating for some reason and enjoying all of that was happening before them.
If there was anything else, she wanted to avoid Draco Malfoy the moment they graduated from school and at this very moment, she wasn’t sure why fate was throwing him towards her direction.

“So how long would this take?” he curiously asked a he watched her back with her moving hands seemingly looking something in the depths of her bag.
“Hoping not long enough.” Hermione muttered shaking her head as she moved her fingers inside her bag to keep looking for some things. “I’d do this as quick as I could if I can.”
“So how have you been since I last saw you?” Draco casually asked her as his eyes moved and roamed over her perfectly lean back with legs he could barely see under her long white robes.
“I don’t usually discuss my private life with my patients.” Hermione irritably said stopping as she found what she was looking for
Draco stared at her as she turned sharply back at him with a look over her face.
“But don’t you interview patients?” Draco asked her reluctantly. “Why couldn’t we do the same?”
“That’s standard protocol.” Hermione said. “So we can check if there were any habits or things that could have summed up to whatever is wrong with the patient we are about to check.”
He watched as she spoke and moved things around the room and opened drawers to get a few other things like bottles and a pair of white gloves and such as she prepared to check him.
“So you mean to say that Healers aren’t really sincere and up to the small talks when they do that?”
“It depends.” Hermione sighed at him. “I’m not really a hypocrite as you can tell. I’m very sincere when it comes to my patients.”
“Then that would mean you can be close to your patients?” Draco slowly asked her.
“Close enough, I suppose.” Hermione said as she pulled a pair of gloves up until her wrists. “I can be sincere to them when they are.”
“Well I am sincere to you.” Draco said with another smile as she turned to him and walked forward him to begin.
She gave him a stern look and a mocking glare at the same time as she grabbed both his hands painfully to set them at either side of him in a relaxed position.
“What?” Draco asked as he spread his legs discreetly to make enough room for her to move closer to him as she began moving the things at either side of him. “I am sincere – don’t I look sincere?”
Hermione shook her head and continued to work around him as if she was deaf.
Draco stared at her and sighed heavily.
“Well, how long is this going to take?” he asked again as she grabbed his left arm to place what look liked a small bandage and wire.
She halted the moment she had gripped his arm where the Dark Mark was still clearly burned over his left forearm.
She tried to act normal and move as if she didn’t notice it and Draco’s breathing abruptly changed and resumed when she moved his arm and continued to work around it.
“My patience don’t usually chit chat.” Hermione said in a snotty tone. “They’re usually just very quiet, silence, you know? No noise at all. They don’t talk very much. I like them when they are nice and quiet.”
“I am nice.” Draco said with a smirk. “But I’m not sure you can expect me to be quiet especially around a bed.”
He smirked at her and Hermione gave him a look that told him that he was about to pay for that remark alone.
She pulled the rubber wire and Draco realized that she was about to take his blood.
He swallowed hard and looked the other way in a manner that she wouldn’t notice that he was slightly alarmed by the first test.
“Well, I’ve already also told you I’m not your patient.” Draco said with a smirk as he edge himself closer the end of the table so as to move himself closer to her.
But Hermione was quick and she quickly inched herself a little away from the bed without having to let him know that she knew what he was trying to do.
“Really now.” Hermione said purposely tightening the rubber wire around his forearm to make him feel some pain. “I wonder what you are and what you’re doing here.”
“Well, I’m having some tests normally done.” Draco replied to her in a proud tone. “It’s not like you’re taking this and you’re my Healer now and I’m your patient, isn’t it?” he asked her as he stared at her, locking their gazes altogether.
“No.” Hermione said with a sweet smile as she kept their gazes locked. “Not really, Mr. Malfoy.”
And then without warning, Hermione took the instrument that needed to take his blood and suddenly injected it over Draco’s forearm at a specific spot.
Draco’s eyes widened at the sharp pain and he put out a sound that was in between a shock and a howl.
Hermione smirked and smiled proudly at herself as she pulled the rubber wire off from his forearm together with the instrument that was quickly filled with Draco’s blood.
Draco held his forearm, pressing over the cloth Hermione had replaced over it and was slightly bent over the bed and was staring up at her with a knowing smile.
Hermione continued to smile at him, watching him restrain himself from putting up any expression of pain despite that he was literary in pain not out of what she did but at the shock of it.
Draco knew that she had discreetly distracted him to enable her to do what she had just done and it was quite a Slytherin-ish move of her.
“You’re good.” Draco commented as he slowly regained himself while Hermione changed the pair of gloves she was wearing after she tied her hair up in a messy bun still wearing the same sheepish smile she was wearing since she purposely stabbed him to take his blood.
“Brightest witch of my age.” Hermione answered him with a smirk herself as she returned to her position and stared at Draco. “Mind remains the same and intact after all these years.”
“Oh yeah?” Draco asked her as she moved around at his side to take her wand to begin her other examination over him.
“Yes.” Hermione said as she turned her back on him and heard him move around the bed.
“Fine. Let’s start then.” Draco said as Hermione slowly turned back to him to begin. “Let’s see what that brilliant mind of yours can really do when presented with something it isn’t ready for.”
And then there was a clatter of Hermione’s wand onto the floor.
She turned, mouth half open at the sight that greeted her then.
Draco had completely pulled off the hospital dress gown and left himself only with the thin material made pajama in front of her where a broad and perfectly structured lean and muscle barechest and shoulders proudly revealed itself in front of Hermione.
She stared back at him with certain shock and hatred in her eyes that only seemed to amuse the Malfoy heir.
He took one barefoot step closer her and smile at her.
“Well I guess that brilliant mind doesn’t really remain the same, does it?” he asked and Hermione swallowed hard as he took another step towards her. “Never lags before, does it?”
She felt something had gotten stuck in her throat and she could barely speak or move a muscle at Draco’s godly body in front of her.
“Well, I - you should – move at the – well, the large – I mean – the large bed behind you and well-“
Draco smirked at her and could just almost read all the things running in her head through her eyes as she struggled to look away and say something casually at him.
“Well we should start now.” Draco said with a smirk as he sat back down over the bed. “Since you want this done fast and over, right?”
Hermione struggled to hit him and yet at the same time she couldn’t move a muscle or say a word as she felt like her voice had gotten lost.
Gods, she could barely take her eyes away from Draco as he sat back down patiently and began spreading his legs wide enough for her to clearly see how blessed he was with the life that was bestowed upon him.
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