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Feeling Numb	By : Elocin_the_elven_princess Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry made his way to his office. It’d been almost six months since he’d filed for custody of James and kicked Ginny out. He was miserable and wished things had been different. Ron had been back in town for a few months now and kept badgering him to get back with his sister that she was pregnant and needed her husband even if she was having a Malfoy spawn.
Harry couldn’t stomach the fact that she had done this to their family. He smiled at his assistant even though he was far from happy. He was able to divorce Ginny with no contest and only a six month waiting period because of her mostly being away from him prior to the separation, and it didn’t hurt he was the Chosen One and people pretty much fell over backwards to give him what he wanted. He hated to take advantage but he felt he needed to in this matter.
He thought about Hermione and wished, not for the first time in the past six months, that he’d been attracted to her instead. She would never have done something so despicable to him or to Malfoy.
Hermione had been going to her therapy sessions with Draco still and Harry thought she was happier for the most part. Ron was angry that she still refused to talk to him and kept on Harry to get them all together. Ron must not realize that she was attacked the same night he’d seen her in Diagon Alley.
Harry entered his office and started on his paperwork. Thank goodness it was going to be a slow day.

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Hermione had been going about her business for the past six months. She’d been confronted by both Molly and Ginny Weasley for telling Harry about Blaise and effectively ruining their marriage….not that Ginny has done that all on her own. Ginny had been served a fine for administering a potion without consent, and since it was a former Death Eater vs a War Hero it worked more in favor of Ginny, especially when it was revealed that Draco had been willing to have sex with her prior to the potion’s administration so long as her identity had been concealed with the glamour.
Hermione made her way from her office to Draco’s. She was having a mid-day session since Friday night would be a busy one for the Ministry and all employees were required to attend the awards ceremony. Knocking on his door it opened and he smiled at her. Her heart sped up, as it always did in his vicinity lately.
“Granger, welcome. Let’s get started.” Draco said and they both sat on the couch together. “Last time you were here you talked to me about how you don’t need to drink before bed now. A few months ago that wasn’t the case. Anything new?”
“I finished the last of the Centaur legislation and been working on patching up things with the Gringotts Goblins. I kind of broke in and stole a dragon and a cup from your aunt back during the war.” Hermione blushed remembering her time as Bellatrix. She felt dirty being inside the body of the woman who had tortured her but it couldn’t have been helped.
Draco put his hand on hers. He’d been having a rough time these past two months. After they only fined Ginny for her trickery he’d been ordered to support her throughout her pregnancy due to the separation she was undergoing with Potter. He had to buy her a home for herself and her soon to be child. She had lost custody of Potter’s kid, but would retain custody of theirs. He hated the wench.
He looked at the woman in front of him. She was perfection. Beautiful and honest, kind, and trusting. Hermione Granger made him want to be a better man. He couldn’t help that he had been weak and wanted the redhead at the bar. Merlin help him, that mistake had cost him so much. At least his parents’ were excited about the prospect of his heir being one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. He wanted to gag again thinking about it.
Hermione talked a bit about how that made her feel to pretend to be Bella. Draco listened halfheartedly watching her mouth and lips as she talked.
“…Draco?” She whispered, noticing he seemed to be a million miles away.
“Yes.” He replied swallowing, his eyes meeting hers. His fingers had been rubbing over her knuckles and the back of her hand involuntarily. He looked away at the heat within her eyes. She licked her lips.
“I have been having dreams.” She blurted and felt her face heat from mortification. Now she would have to explain them. Draco turned back to her on the couch.
“What kind of dreams?” He said, then upon noticing her blush he smirked. “Naughty dreams, Granger I can’t believe it.”
She giggled a little at his lighthearted teasing.
“And who may I ask is the co-star in these dreams?” He asked smiling a genuine smile. Merlin help him, he really liked this woman blushing.
“I….I’d rather not say at the moment.” She stammered not meeting his eyes. He guarded his expression thinking perhaps Potter or Weasley were the co-stars.
“And how long have these dreams been occurring?”
“About six to seven months now. I’ve never felt this way before.” She informed him honestly.
“I see, so they began shortly after you started to get your life back on track?” He was a little jealous that she wasn’t having dreams of him but shrugged it off. He felt like such a hypocrite lately. His life was falling apart and here he was telling people how to get theirs back on track. What a sham, a fraud!
“I guess so. Anyways I’m not sure what it is that I am wanting during the dreams. I wake aching in places I have never thought about before. It’s embarrassing really.” She told him still not meeting his eyes. He felt the familiar tightening below his waistband. This woman always affected him like this. It’d been just under four months since they had resumed their sessions and with all the drama with Ginny Potter Draco had not had a woman since that horrible night.
Hermione was remembering one of the more vivid dreams from last night.

He kissed her passionately, her lips meeting his in sensual velvet heat. His hands traveling to her core, feeling her heat. She gasped, and Draco took that as an opening to delve his tongue within the confines of her mouth to massage her own tongue. He held her close, pressing her body against her own. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and felt liquid pool low in her belly.
“Hermione, gods you feel so good!” He moaned against her skin as his lips and tongue trailed down her jaw and neck. Their clothes had been divested earlier, their bare chests pressing against one another deliciously.
Moaning as his lips traveled to Hermione’s breast she tangled her hands in his silky white hair and her eyes shot open with a gasp of pleasure as his mouth finally enclosed around her nipple…

“….there really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about…” Draco trailed off bringing her out of the dream. He noticed her breathing had changed and her nipples had turned to hard pebbles. She felt the familiar ache in between her legs.
Hermione shifted a little warmer than she’d been and looked at Draco, meeting his eyes. They gazes held as he lifted his hand and rested it against her cheek.
“Gorgeous…” He whispered. She realized then that their relationship was changing for both of them. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, just a brush of warm soft lips against her own. Her eyes closed and she savored it. His lips moved against her own, his teeth nibbling on her bottom lip after all these months watching her own teeth do the same thing to the tender flesh.
Heat shot straight to his member and his grip tightened on her jaw as he deepened the kiss, licking along the seam of her mouth asking….begging….for permission to enter. She parted her lips tentatively and his tongue sought solace in the warm cavern of her mouth to dance a sweet and slow dance with her own.
Draco felt Hermione’s hands rise to the back of his neck and he leaned into her as fully as he could with them still sitting side by side on the couch. He had one hand in her curls guiding her kiss and his other hand was at the small of her back pulling her closer. She moaned and her eyes opened. They were a green-brown color in her lust for him. His own were a dark smoky grey.
He pulled back then, but kept her close, he hadn’t realized that he’d lost focus of everything when he’d kissed her until he heard the knocking on his heavy solid office door. She was jolted to awareness too and looked at him dazed.
“Excuse me Hermione, I have to get this.” He apologized with his expression and went to the door. Opening it he saw the woman who had been causing the stress and fueled his anger.
“What do you want? I’m working, with a client right now.” He huffed stepping out into the interoffice that housed the desk of his secretary and shutting his office door. He looked around and saw the secretary in question was nowhere to be found. Ginny was smiling at him in a predatory fashion.
“Surely you can reschedule. I thought you’d want to know that they said me and your heir are healthy.” She simpered and Draco cringed inwardly at the incorrect grammar she spoke.
“You could have owled that information to me. Why are you here?” He looked at her suspiciously.
“I wanted to inform you that I am now a single witch.” She smiled widely at him. He felt revulsion for her and her obviousness.
“You need to leave before I call security on you.” He whispered harshly to her, he wouldn’t raise his voice so Hermione could hear.
“Come now Draco, surely you wouldn’t want your son to be born a bastard?” She spat at him nastily, ignoring the way he winced when Ginny said his name.
“Leave. Now!” He repeated through gritted teeth. She smirked at him, reminiscent of his own. He couldn’t believe she would come here, the day of her divorce and throw the gender of the baby in his face all on the hopes to get him to marry her. The audacity of the witch was becoming ridiculous.
“Oh Malfoy, you wound me. Be careful or you won’t ever see your son and only heir, but you will still be supporting us because of who we are.” She laughed at him then. He lost his temper grabbing her by the arm and shoving her out the door. Her six month pregnant form hindering a graceful exit. He slammed the door to his secretary’s office and locked it with a charm.
Draco stood for a minute trying to calm his breathing. Merlin help him he hated the red head more than he hated her brother and that was saying something. He stormed back into his own office and his gaze fell on the petite form that was sitting on his couch.
“Granger, can we reschedule?” He hated to do that, especially since he’d just shared the most sensual kiss he’d ever experienced in his life with the woman. She looked startled at his request, her face showed signs of hurt and guilt plagued him. He was rubbish with women, he should never have kissed her.
“I’ll see you tonight for the Ministry ceremony, you know you’ll be receiving another one for outstanding services and contributions to the wizarding community for something you’ve done to bring peace to the world.” He smiled winking at her and settled behind his desk to fill out some paperwork and try not to dwell on the extreme anger he felt towards Ginny Weasley Potter.
Hermione felt her heart flutter at the exchange, even while she felt the pang of rejection. He’d just kissed her. The first real kiss she’s ever had, besides the adolescent kissed from Ron, and now he was sending her away. She stood and walked to the door, turning back, she looked at him with an expression of confusion. He wasn’t even looking at her, anger was evident in his movements and he was shuffling papers at his desk, already dismissing her.
She held back a sob as she threw herself from the room. Draco looked up and saw her retreating figure and the beginnings of a sob and felt like dragon dung. He should follow her out and apologize. He shook his head, no. With as angry as he was he couldn’t be sure he’d do her any good and may end up arguing her just to lash out at someone. He would apologize tonight at the ceremony they were both mandated to attend.

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*****TRIGGER WARNING: possible self harm! (I can’t divulge any more information without spoiling, this warning will be for the remainder of the chapter.)*****

Harry apparated over to Hermione’s place at 6:30 that night. He immediately noticed something off when he entered. He smelled the booze in the air, saw the trail of clothes that led down the hallway to her room.
“Hermione?” He called, following the trail of clothes. They had planned on going to the awards ceremony together. Harry was dressed in his dark green robes that matched his eyes. He was excited. His department was going to get some great recognition on a case they’d solved with the help of a few Department of Mystery employees.
He knocked on the door to Hermione’s bedroom, the alcohol wafting on the currents of the air was stronger here. He opened the door with dread filling his stomach. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to what exactly he was seeing, a metallic scent was mingling with the alcohol smell and he glanced the room for the cause.
As an auror he was looking for signs of foul play. The mirror on Hermione’s was smashed, her bed spread was in disarray and there were three bottles of muggle liquor in varying stages of emptiness around the room. The clothes hamper was knocked over, and her closet door hung off the hinges. One of the bottles was completely empty, it was vodka, another bottle, this one was whiskey was dripping what remained of its contents onto her bedroom floor. And the final bottle was spiced rum, sitting upright on her vanity.
He then noticed the blood. There was blood on the vanity mirror and shards of the mirror were all over. He looked quickly for any other signs of blood, his wand was in his hand and he hadn’t realized he’d taken it out when he had entered the almost dark room. He stepped carefully into the room, glancing at the bed hoping to see Hermione sleeping off the alcohol. No such luck, she wasn’t there. He focused on the open door of her closet.
“Hermione?” He asked again tentatively. He moved forward hoping the dread in his stomach would ease and she’s come walking out of the closet and laugh at his foolishness. He was once again disappointed when he saw a pale slender foot. He swiftly entered the small space, lighting the closet with his wand and searching for any signs of an attack. Finding none, he focused on the woman at his feet.
Hermione was laying there, still and pale. Harry thought she was dead. She had a pool of blood her arm lay in, one of the mirror’s shards was still embedded within the delicate tendons and her body had literally pumped her life’s essence from her body.
Harry activated the emergency portkey he always had, a ring that was given to each of the aurors for purposes like these as one example. He grabbed the form and they arrived within seconds to St. Mungo’s.
“Help! I don’t know what happened!” He yelled to the first medi-witch he saw, she immediately noticed who he was, and looked at the half naked figure in his arms, reeking of alcohol and taking in the blood dripping down her arm.
“Rapid Response Team to the Emergency Area, Rapid Response Team to the Emergency Area!” The woman had pressed a button. A team of six witches and wizards were there in seconds taking Hermione from Harry and as he sank into the waiting area bench Harry realized that he was sobbing.

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Draco was wandering through the crowd of Ministry personnel that had gathered at the awards ceremony. He was looking for one person in particular. He needed to find her and apologize. She was too fragile still to understand it wasn’t her that he’d been angry with, well that and he hadn’t very well told her had he.
How could he explain it to her when he was her Mind Healer, not the other way around? How could he talk to her when she was getting treatment from him? He had already screwed with his integrity as a Mind Healer by kissing her. She was vulnerable and he wasn’t supposed to take advantage of her trust. He was screwed.
He saw Kingsley Shacklebolt smiling and greeting people throughout the crowd. An owl came through and landed near the Minister of Magic. The dark wizard took the missive from the tawny owl and read it as the owl flew away. Draco watched in interest as Minister Shacklebolt turned grey. He looked around, spotting Draco swiftly came over to him.
“Mr. Malfoy, you are Mrs. Ganger’s mind healer, yes?” Kingsley asked him, and without waiting for Draco’s nod continued. “Mr. Potter found her in bad shape in her home. I believe you will be needed at the hospital with her chart. She will need to be assessed and have someone with her at all times throughout her hospital stay.
“Please owl me when you have reached the hospital, and make arrangements to stay until you are relieved in the morning. I need Potter back here to fill out a report on his findings and he may be the one to relieve you in the morning. This will be confidential Mr. Malfoy.” The Minister said and walked away, handing the note to a bewildered and shocked Draco.

Minister,
I understand tonight is an important night for the Ministry and its fantastic personnel. However, you will find yourself lacking Hermione Ganger and Harry Potter. Mrs. Granger will need someone here for constant companionship throughout her hospitalization as it is believed she may have intentionally done herself harm in her home tonight where Mr. Potter found her. Please send her Ministry Employed Mind Healer, Mr. Draco Malfoy here tonight so that he may evaluate her situation. We cannot divulge any more information as privacy laws prohibit this.
Head Healer Giselle Hobgood.

Draco’s heart sank. He knew now why she was required to have someone stay with her throughout her hospitalization. If she’d tried to commit suicide she was required to be on suicide precautions. He wondered if she’d left a note or anything. He would have to have Potter go to her home and assess the scene for anything that would put this in perspective so he could understand her state of mind better. Oh who the bloody hell was he kidding. He felt guilt overwhelm his body. It was his fault. He’s let her leave thinking she’d be ok until the ceremony, that she would be ok. He didn’t realize how bad she had taken his dismissal. He should have realized it. With a heavy heart and guilt written all over his face he made his way to the apparation point.

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A/N I am so so sorry it took so long to update, I've put in a lot more hours at work and I've been sick and had a sick toddler as well. We are still sick, but I've been putting this off long enough. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out soon and we can find out what actually happened to Hermione.
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