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Hermione the Helper
Every summer, Hermione helps out at the St. Mungo's Hospital as a volunteer, but this summer is different than any other she has experienced. ~~Draco Malfoy has been in an accident that causes him to lose his eyesight. He's assigned a personal nurse. Guess who?
“What is it?!” Hermione screamed, startling him.
“Can I ask you something Jean?” He asked so softly and politely that Hermione thought he might have been under the Imperius Curse.
“You claim to know that you know the truth. What did you see?”
“That’s not true,” Draco whispered.
Endless thoughts kept squirming through her head like a non-stop rollercoaster. It was getting pretty annoying.
“Yes, well…it was last minute,” Vincent replied through gritted teeth, trying to hint at Blaise’s departure. Being obnoxious as he was, Blaise didn’t move an inch. “Ursula,” Vincent continued, focusing his attention on the blonde now, “shall we continue with our tour?”
Draco nodded his head and chuckled. “You won’t have to worry about that Jean. There’s no reason for me to leave.”
The Whole Story
Draco swallowed and rubbed his hands together in silence.
Of Comfort, Guests and Freedom
Hermione held Draco in her arms for a few minutes, but the time seemed to fly by like endless hours. Her arms were getting sore and her breath was rapid due to her steadfast heartbeat. But what hurt most of all was her neck. She had it arched to one side while holding Draco against her, and the pain ached from her neck down.
The Good and the Bad
“Who the hell are you really?” A cold voice questioned behind her.
Work and Rescue
“Well, I can help you get over your fear,” Draco said, holding out his hand for her.
Thoughts and Feelings
Draco wiped her whole cheek with the wet towel, getting rid of the cream successfully, but he didn’t stop. “Is that better?” He asked.
Ron brushed his hair back with his hand, causing it to have a messy wave. “Well, I guess I can stick around for a while…I mean, er—if you want me to.”
Feelings of Love
Hermione opened her eyes slowly. At first all she could see was complete darkness, but then after some squinting she realized she was in her room and in safe hands….
(Warning on this chapter! Scene of a sexual nature).
While going downstairs, she was making her way to the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring.
Making It Last
She lay in the bed for several minutes, just thinking to herself, when a thought passed by her. This is your final night with him…you should make it last. Hermione sat up abruptly, looking at the opposite wall as if she had x-ray vision. “I should make it last.”
Whatever It Takes
The room wasn’t her own, nor was it familiar. There hung wizard pictures on the opposite wall, but the moving figures were too hard to see from where she was sitting. On the adjacent wall, there was a window that was slightly propped open with the drapes softly moving from the summer breeze that came from outside
Draco silently obeyed as he sat down on a chair that the Healer conjured for him in midair with his wand.
He desperately wanted to talk to Hermione, make sure she was okay, but when he came to his flat, he found that the bedroom in which she was sleeping was locked, so he decided not to bother her. Beside it was so quiet that he figured she must have fallen asleep.
Mistakes and Apologies
Hermione had awoken from the couch inside the house she remembered so well from spending most of her summer there. She rubbed her eyes and remembered being outside by her favorite oak tree with Draco, but she must have dozed off and he carried her inside. She smiled at the thought.
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