Playing Doctor

Summary: Set in sixth year. The animosity runs high between our favorite enemies, but has Malfoy finally gone too far?

WARNING: This has turned from what was supposed to be a PWP into a very dark and probably disturbing piece, containing non-consensual sex and bondage. The idea for the second chapter came to me after this one was posted, but I do have notes and things from what was supposed to be the ending, so I will be writing an alternate ending as well as this one, as soon as I catch up with my other fics.

That being said, sickos read chapter two, perverts read chapter three/the alternate ending when it is posted… and perverted sickos, well, you may read both. And no I don’t want to know what I am considered as the one that wrote this story… maybe PSQ? Perverted Sicko Queen?

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Hermione Granger wrung her hands, her heart beating rapidly against her ribcage as she walked the deserted corridors of Hogwarts on her way to the Hospital Wing. She didn’t know why she was so nervous all of a sudden. It wasn’t as if she was going for some horrible illness, it was just a routine check-up, her first one to be exact. For a week out of the school year, two Healers were brought in to examine the sixth and seventh year students: a man for the males, and a woman for the girls. Well not girls any longer, thus the reason the school governors had thought it necessary for the examinations.

Damn those school governors… damn them to Hell!

She stopped to take a deep breath and flatten an invisible wrinkle on the front of her robes. She had reached the third floor. Only a few paces to go for a teacher to suddenly confront her about an urgent prefects meeting or global disaster before she would actually have to go through with this.

Just breathe… this is no big deal…

It shouldn’t be a big deal, really. Every girl would eventually experience this. She was just being silly and over reacting. There was just something about a complete stranger being up close and personal with her down under area that made her insides squirm. Nobody had seen her in the nude since her parents bathed her before she gained the motor skills to do it herself. Now, having someone prod her and not even have the common decency to take her out for dinner first was seriously exasperating.

Pull yourself together, Hermione! You’re in Gryffindor for Merlin’s sake!

Three doorways, one suit of armor, and two creepy stone gargoyles to go before she would reach the double doors of the infirmary. She wondered vaguely how long it would last, and what exactly it entailed. She had tried to find a book on the subject, but failed miserably, and talking to Harry and Ron was definitely out of the question. She didn’t like to walk into something like this in the dark. Perhaps that was why she was feeling so overly apprehensive. Or perhaps she could just contemplate in the empty hallway until she ‘accidentally’ missed her appointment.

Only one problem, the hallway wasn’t empty any longer. The unmistakable sound of heavy footfalls on the concrete floor echoed throughout the cavernous corridor. As much as she had hoped for an interruption, she was kidding herself if she thought one would actually come. It was two in the afternoon on a Monday, meaning that almost the entire student body was either in class or studying in the library. She had been given a special excuse for her absence from Transfiguration, which was rare, and only happened on this specific week out of the school year. So when she spun around on the spot to check the other occupant’s identity, she was expecting the caretaker’s presence, or even the Headmaster. Instead, she was met with the last person she wanted to see when she was sweating and jittery and about to be violated.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” she sneered at him automatically.

“Manners, Granger,” he scowled right back. The look was much more natural on him, since he wore it on a regular basis. To her displeasure, Hermione couldn’t help but to notice how his oh-so-pointed features of their first few years of education had softened, creating a haughty and superior look that could be found on a runway at a fashion show. His platinum blonde hair fell loosely around his face, framing it with the casual elegance she herself could never achieve with the disheveled ball of frizz growing from her own skull. Oh how she loathed him.

“Let’s see…” he continued on in his usual bored, drawling tone. “20 points from Gryffindor for your rudeness to a superior.”

“Pshh,” she spat back. “Superior my ass, Malfoy. We’re both prefects you moronic little ferret, you can’t just dock points from me for no reason, it won’t even work.”

“On the contrary, I am indeed your superior in every form of the word. I am attractive, intelligent, but not so absorbed in my schoolwork that I’ve become a social outcast, and I could bed any witch I wanted without so much as lifting my little finger,” he said almost conversationally, mock counting down his many qualities on his hand. “Oh, and last but certainly not least, I am a pureblood, something you, little mudblood, will never know.”

“I wouldn’t want your inbred blood if it was the last bloody blood on Earth!” she practically shouted at him, loosing her temper much quicker than she would if she wasn’t feeling such anxiety at the moment. Malfoy didn’t even bat an eyelash at her outburst, simply widened his smirk and raised a sculpted blonde brow.

“My, my, you are a feisty little muddy today. What’s wrong? Potter not putting out? Or is Weaselbee and his two inch weasel not enough for you?”

“You’re disgusting, Malfoy. Now, if you’ll excuse me from your ‘I’m so high and mighty I can’t fit my head through a bloody doorway’ speech, I have somewhere to be,” she finished, turning on her heel and heading towards the infirmary with a purpose instead of the dragging feet that had gotten her this far. She hardly made it two steps before she was halted by a pale hand on her arm. Anger seared through her veins at his touch.

The nerve of him!

“Don’t you dare touch me, don’t you EVER touch me!” she screeched, pushed him with all her might, and continued to storm down the hall towards the Hospital. He easily caught up to her and cut her off, spreading his arms wide to block her path. She let out a low animalistic groan in frustration, which of course, only spurred his actions.

“What’s the hurry Granger?”

“It’s none of your business ferret! Now let me pass unless you want me to blast that smug smirk from your face! I’m not in the mood to be goaded by the likes of you, and no one would believe I attacked you unprovoked.”

She glanced over his shoulder to peer at the closed doors at her destination. She must be late by now, and she was hoping Madame Pomfrey would maybe check the hall to see if she was on her way. Whereas merely ten minutes earlier she wanted nothing more than to skive off her examination, now she just wanted to get it over with and get as far away from Malfoy as was humanly possible. At least the ferret was good for something, she thought with a shrug.

While she was inwardly contemplating, Malfoy was eyeing the two doorways and one gargoyle statue that stood between himself, Granger, and the entrance to the infirmary. Putting two and two together, he correctly deduced what was really causing his fellow prefect’s distress.

“You know, you are looking particularly flustered, even by mudblood standards. Could it be that someone is about to get their hands into your pristine cotton knickers? Scared you’ll cream yourself and kill the Healer with your stench?”

“That’s ENOUGH!” she shouted, her threshold finally reached. In less than a millisecond, her wand was out and swishing smoothly through the air. Before Malfoy had a chance to react, he was forcefully thrown into the rough stone wall, effectively getting the wind knocked out of him.

“Humph,” she sneered, giving him one final glance where he lay sprawled on the floor trying to regain his footing. She slipped her wand back into her robes and once again headed for her appointment, with her nose in the air as if nothing was out of the ordinary. With one hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breath, feeling as if anything was better than spending another minute in the same hallway as the scum of Slytherin. She turned the handle a fraction of an inch, but was stopped by the drawling voice from behind her.

“You’ll pay for that, mudblood!”

She rolled her eyes even though her face was out of his line of sight, and stepped through the doorway, her anger overshadowing her previous apprehensions. Madame Pomfrey immediately bustled over to her and shooed her into a small room off the main part of the hospital. Inside it there was only a single bed, a couple odd looking machines, and cupboards and a sink along the wall. The nurse was already searching through an overhead cupboard, withdrawing a few random articles.

“I was afraid you weren’t going to make it. You know, our Healers are on strictly tight schedules and they might already have to stay an extra day to fit everyone in. I do hope you will take your punctuality more seriously in the future,” she said, shooting Hermione a stern look.

“Yes, of course. I’m really sorry, I just got caught up with…” she paused, thinking of how to reword her encounter with the Slytherin prat. “Prefect problems.”

“Yes, yes, that’s quite alright dear. Now, if you could just take a seat so I can get your measurements and we’ll get on our way.” The nurse ushered her into a chair next to the bed, and Hermione felt her nerves returning tenfold. Sitting in the chair gave her a clear view of a few foreign looking instruments sitting on the countertop. She didn’t know what they were, and didn’t really want to as they looked quite painful and threatening.

“You could stand to gain a few pounds, but I’m not going to complain,” the nurse spoke after she weighed Hermione with her wand. “It seems we have an epidemic of obesity going around lately at an alarming rate. It doesn’t make sense, really.”

Hermione didn’t respond. It seemed rude to point out that gaining weight was an obvious side effect of getting fed grand feasts on a regular basis. The only reason Hermione was staying out of the danger zone was because of the amount of meals she missed while she was overworking herself in the library.

“I just need your finger for the blood test.” At the wide-eyed, alarmed look Hermione shot the nurse, her tone softened instantly and she continued on in a motherly tone. “Don’t worry dear, it’s just a little prick.”

Hermione held out her pointer finger and the nurse tapped it with her wand, withdrawing a thin hair of crimson liquid from the point of contact. She then bottled the sample and waved her wand again, and Hermione was healed.

That wasn’t so bad… she thought, breathing a sigh of relief that she had held while her blood was taken.

“That’s all of the preliminary tests. Now, if you could just de-robe and put this gown on, I’ll send in the Healer,” Madame Pomfrey said kindly, handing her a plain white gown that was folded neatly. Hermione took it with shaking hands. Sensing Hermione’s stress, the nurse placed a hand on her shoulder in a calming gesture.

“The gown should open in the front, ok? The room has a locking and silencing charm on it for privacy. You’ll be fine, dear. It will be over before you know it,” the nurse finished with an encouraging smile.

Hermione nodded solemnly, and Poppy left without another word. The brunette shakily got undressed and put on the flimsy garment. She felt incredibly exposed, even with it wrapped tightly around her body. She sat on the edge of the bed twisting her thumb with her fingers until she heard a soft knock.

“Ms. Granger, may I come in please?” came a masculine voice from the other side of the door. Hermione was startled, she had heard that a woman would be her examiner, and didn’t know how she felt about a male.

“Y-yes,” she replied softly, figuring she might as well meet the man before she dismissed him. He entered wearing over-large glasses, a facemask covering his mouth and nose, and a plastic cap that matched the blue-green scrubs he wore on the rest of his body. It was impossible to tell his age, but he did appear to be quite professional.

“My name is Healer Aaron, but you can just call me Aaron if it makes you feel more comfortable. I know you were probably expecting a woman, to which I’m sorry for my associate’s absence. She seems to have gotten on the wrong side of the Poltergeist here, and was on the receiving end of one of his most recent pranks. If you would like, I can have Madame Pomfrey supervise?”

Hermione thought quickly. He did seem rather friendly and professional, so she didn’t feel the need for the school nurse’s presence. She didn’t know if she would be able to look the elder witch in the eyes ever again if the nurse was to see her private area. At least with the Healer, she would most likely never see him again.

“No, no I don’t think that will be necessary,” Hermione responded softly.

“All right then, let’s get this over with, shall we? I’m sure you are just as enthused about this as I am at the dentist’s office,” he said with a chuckle. “Now just lay back on the bed and we’ll be done before you know it.”

She did as she was told, taking care to make sure the gown was still wrapped around her and covering as much as possible.

“My parents are muggle dentists,” she said to break the silence as she sat back and stared at the ceiling.

“Oh? Well you should tell them that I applaud their profession wholly. Even without the use of magic, I have found that muggle dentists are a step up from the medieval methods used in wizard dentistry.”

“I’ll- I’ll make sure to let them know,” she said with a small smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He seemed nice enough.

“First I’m going to do the breast exam. If you could just place your arms out to the side for me?” Hermione nodded and slowly moved her arms away from clutching her gown, losing the protection she felt from them. Luckily, the gown stayed closed. The healer waved his wand and the bed expanded to make a comfortable platform for her arms to rest on. Soft straps also shot out to hold her in place by her wrists.

“Don’t worry about those. They are just to keep you still so the test won’t be compromised.”

Hermione still felt uneasy, but let it slide, taking a deep breath and continuing to count ceiling tiles. She jumped a foot when she felt the Healer move the fabric apart on her chest, exposing her moderately sized but perky breasts to the stranger.

“Are you ok, Ms. Granger?” he asked, sounding sincerely concerned. Hermione quickly nodded her head again, wracking her brain and wondering where all that Gryffindor bravery had gone off to. She felt the cool hands of Healer Aaron on her skin and her nipples reflexively hardened. She could feel the heat rising in her face in embarrassment, but the Healer didn’t seem to react a bit, which calmed her nerves a little. Although it was hard to tell his expression, as most of his face was hidden.

He continued to knead her round buds in a rhythmic, circular motion while she stared blankly at the ceiling. She tried not to notice how soft his hands were, and how he was getting steadily closer to the sensitive peak of her taut nipple. Closer and closer, while Hermione held her breath in anticipation. He hit the peak and sent a jolt through her core simultaneously. Just when Hermione was about to complain about the rising temperature in the room, he removed his hands and turned towards the counter top along the wall of the room.

“Halfway through. You did very well, and seem to be perfectly healthy. Do you have any questions before we move on?” he asked, removing a few supplies and putting on a pair of rubber gloves that he found in a drawer.

“Umm… will it hurt?” she asked timidly, blushing and embarrassed by her nerves.

“No, it might be uncomfortable, but you should never be in pain, and if you do you need to tell me straightaway.”

“Oh, ok.”

“If you could just place your feet in the stirrups when you’re ready.” Hermione was startled for a moment when the two foot holders materialized from nowhere, but recovered shortly after and put her feet in them. Now she was seriously exposed, being knickerless and all. The least she could do was press her legs together above the knee, so she couldn’t see what was going on down there, even if the Healer most definitely could.

“Just look away and count to fifty, and it will be all over.”

She took the advice and closed her eyes, counting in her head. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t notice the straps tighten around her wrists and two more spring up and hold her feet in place.

“Damn, Granger,” came a breathy growl from between her legs.

“Ma-Malfoy!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!? GET OUT!! GET OUT NOW!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, instinctively trying to jump off the bed and cover herself. When she couldn’t move her arms or take her feet out of the foot holders, she internally started to panic. This was way too far, even for Malfoy. Impersonating a Healer was illegal!

“You might want to calm down Granger, I’ve got quite the view from down here and you jumping around like this is only making it better. You don’t want me to cum early and ruin all our fun,” he sneered at her, removing the glasses, facemask, and cap, and revealing his penetrating grey eyes that seemed to have gone black with lust.

“Malfoy I swear to god if you even THINK about touching me I will kill you a hundred times over the second I get out of here,” she spat, not giving up her fight with the straps. So far, they didn’t even budge, but her stubbornness was proving to give them a run for their money.

“Well, that’s a chance I’ll just have to take. I think you have two choices right about now. You can either give in and it can be pleasurable for both of us, or I can force myself on you. You’re lucky I’m even giving you an option in this.”

“You’re going to rape me?” she shrieked. “You can’t be serious! That’s low even for you! You'll- you’ll go to Azkaban and most likely get the Dementors’ kiss if you go through with this!”

“It’s not rape if you enjoy it, Granger. And by the way you reacted when I touched your muddy breasts, I’d say the likelihood of you wanting my cock right now is highly probable.”

“I would NEVER! And I’m saying no, so it is rape.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, smirking evilly at her. He nudged his hands in between her thighs that were pressed tightly together and pried them apart. Seriously beginning to panic when she realized he might not be kidding about this, she started pleading with him.

“Please don’t do this, Malfoy! I’m sorry for cursing you in the hallway, I just lost my temper is all!” she yelled, nearly crying at this point. Sure Malfoy was a heartless bastard who had done nothing but torment her and her friends since their very first day, but she never thought him capable of something as serious as this. Maybe she should have taken Harry’s suspicions more seriously. Or maybe he was just messing with her. No, his dark eyes were saying otherwise. He was staring openly at her exposed center with a primal look in his smokey orbs. She had never seen him look like that before.

“Funny, for a mudblood you don’t look as gross and disfigured as I had thought. From down here, you could almost pass for a real witch.”

She could feel his breath tickle her clit from his close proximity. She felt her legs twitch in the confinements, hating herself for reacting to him.

“Please stop. I won’t tell anyone if you just let me go,” she said softly, choking on her words as tears sprung up in her eyes.

“I told you that you would pay, and I am a man of my word. If you just calm down and relax you could actually enjoy this. I’ve got the most experience in this entire school and you are like the prudest of the prude. If you look at it outside of the bubble, I’m really doing you a favor.”

Hermione didn’t dare digest his words and let them sink in. She wouldn’t let her body betray her like that and admit to herself that she wanted him, because she didn’t. So what if he knew what he was doing, he was violating her! It was immoral and wrong in every way and she would not stand for it.

“I’ll say this one more time, Malfoy. Get your hands off me! Madame Pomfrey will be in any minute to check on me.”

“Don’t count on it Granger. The room has a locking and silencing charm placed on it. I’ve already had my exam. How do you think I knew exactly what to say to you?”

“You are so sick and vile and disgusting I can’t wait to get out of here and give you a piece of my mind! You will have to crawl home after I’m done turning you into the little puss filled blister you are!”

Malfoy seemed to not hear her. His smirk grew as he spread her legs apart further with one arm. He used the other to trace shapes across the inside of her thigh, getting dangerously close to the pink engorged flower at the center.

“Are you a virgin, Granger?” he asked her calmly.

“Don’t TOUCH me! Stop, just stop it right now!”

Once again, he acted as if he didn’t hear her.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just check for myself.” As much as she begged him to stop until her throat went dry, he continued to move his fingers to graze her hot center. Using one arm to keep her legs propped open, and two fingers to spread her nether lips apart and gaze at her raw flesh. He moved them in small circles until he had reached the spot where the two labia met. Ignoring her cries of protest, he inserted one finger into her vagina. He was only in about a quarter of an inch when he was unsurprisingly met with resistance.

“Just as I suspected. You are clearly a virgin. I lied then.”

“Wha-what?!”

“I lied, when I said you wouldn’t feel any pain. You see, I am seriously well endowed and it probably will hurt when I ram you with my giant erection.”

She gasped in shock and fear, her lip trembling severely. He couldn’t really do this to her. She just had to make him see reason, he must not be in his right mind.

“Malfoy, please. This is rape, even you are better than this.”

“I promise you Granger, when the time comes for you to take my cock inside your tight, muddy hole, it will not be rape. You will be begging for it.”

“I- Would- NEVER!” she shouted back, breathing hard with shaky breaths.

“Care to make a wager on that?”

“Like I would trust you to keep your end of the bargain you sick fuck.”

“Language, Granger. I promise not to take away your precious little cherry unless you ask me to, if you keep up a provision that I ask of you,” he said, waving his wand until a soft red light erupted from it. He held out his hand and the light dove right into his palm, disappearing in his skin.

“Happy now? I just made a wizards oath, so you would do well to trust that I will keep up my end. Messing with you, as much as it is turning me on, is not worth my life. Now, on to your side of the arrangement. You have to stop struggling against me and give in to the pleasure I will undoubtedly give you. And when we are through here, be it after I have fucked you furiously or simply had you quivering underneath me with my tongue, you can’t say a word. To anyone.”

“Why would I ever agree to that?” she spat back, not subdued in the slightest.

“Because if you don’t I’ll just fuck you senseless right now and obliviate you. Even if you don’t remember it, I will never forget how I broke you. The choice is yours, Granger.”

“I’m not going to play into your sick and twisted games.”

“Fine, I’ll just get this over with then, shall I?” he spoke huskily. Standing up and swiftly lowering the loose cotton pants he was sporting. His manhood instantly sprang up through the hole in his designer boxer shorts. She could see the precum glistening on the head that was almost purple with arousal. He wasn’t lying. He was huge, girth and lengthwise. There was no way that would fit inside of her, she could hardly use tampons! He couldn’t do this to her!

“Ready then?” he said softly, leaning down so his face was right between her open legs. She could still feel his breath on her now engorged clit, and it was making the room abnormally hot and probably distorting her senses. Had she been in the right state of mind, there was no way she would have said the next words that came out of her mouth.

“Wait… I’ll agree. I won’t tell anyone as long as you don’t have sex with me,” she said quietly, sounding defeated.

“You mean as long as you aren’t begging for it?”

“Y-yes, that’s what I meant. Though I have to warn you, I will NEVER beg for it,” she said, her anger at the whole situation masking her fear.

“Don’t count your puffskeins, Granger,” he growled. With one hand on his wand he nonverbally cast the incantation for the oath, and used his other hand to tease her exposed mound. She shuddered beneath him, out of fear, fury, or pleasure, he couldn’t tell.

“I hate you so much, Malfoy.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now kiss me.”

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“All in good time, my little mudblood. All in good time….”



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