Time as a Healer

Hermione awoke to find herself alone again. It was still early and a small shaft of sunlight was just creeping through her curtains. She wondered how long Severus had been gone and felt the mattress where he had been laying. It was cold. He had obviously left during the night and Hermione sighed sadly. She knew she couldn’t expect too much of him, but she was sorely tempted to give him back his memories. If it weren’t for the fact she had promised Harry, she would do just that. This distance between them was killing her. She felt a knot in her stomach as doubts started to flood her mind. What if he didn’t want her? What if, after getting his memories back, he didn’t love her? After all, it had been Sam who had proposed, Sam she had been living with. Severus was a different person altogether. And Severus had loved Lily. A tear trickled down her cheek as she stroked her stomach softly. Hermione was suddenly scared. What if Severus couldn’t love anyone else? And what about their baby? At that thought, Hermione felt a fluttering inside her and she smiled a little as her baby wiggled around.



Hermione stretched and winced. She had forgotten just how big Severus was and she felt an aching between her legs as she carefully stood up. She dressed quickly and walked down to the kitchen, hoping to see Severus and ask him for a pain potion.



Severus and Draco were sitting at the kitchen table looking at a large sheet of parchment. Draco was drawing out a plan of the Manor in readiness for the operation that night. They looked up at her as she entered.



‘Good morning.’ She murmured, catching Severus’s eye. He showed no emotion, no recognition of what had taken place between them and Hermione felt and icy shiver. She realised that what she saw in his face was regret.



‘Miss Granger. I trust you are well this morning?’ His tone was neutral and clipped. He could have almost been teaching a class.



‘Not particularly… In fact, Sir, I was hoping you might have a pain potion?’ She fought to keep her voice as flat and neutral as his had been, not looking at him as she spoke. A flash of guilt crossed Severus’s face but he smothered it immediately.



‘I do, Miss Granger. I will fetch it for you presently. In the meantime, I think we should all eat. This will be a long day, I think.’ Severus flicked his wand and a plate of bacon sandwiches and a pot of tea appeared on the table.



Hermione was incredulous. If he had been able to use magic, why had he made the sandwiches the muggle way the last time? She shook her head and stared at him, catching the brief flash of amusement in his eye. She smiled sadly and sat down slowly before taking a sandwich and biting into it hungrily.



Severus noticed her stilted movements and stood to fetch the pain potion. He felt guilty for causing her pain and guilty for leaving her in the middle of the night, but he was fearful that Draco would catch them. As he walked past her, he caught a whiff of her shampoo and his memory flashed back to the previous night, her beautiful breasts in his hands, her delicious lips beneath his and his cock exploding within her. He shook his head. He couldn’t afford this distraction. And oh, but the witch distracted him. His cock was throbbing madly and by the time he reached his room his erection was painful as it rubbed against his fly.



Severus sighed. He knew he had to deal with his situation quickly before he was in her presence again, there was no way she wouldn’t notice. He unfastened his fly quickly and pulled his cock from its tight confines. Gripping his shaft in his hand, he allowed the images of Hermione astride his cock to flow through his brain and he grunted forcefully as he shot his load over the bedcovers, thick streams of come coating his hand as he pumped the last drops of his orgasm from himself. He trembled a little and lifted his wand.



‘Scourgify…’ he gasped breathlessly, cleaning up the evidence. He tucked his cock back inside his trousers and grabbed a phial of pain potion.



He returned to the kitchen and his eyes were wide as he observed the scene before him. Hermione looked like a Valkyrie, her hair all over the place, her wand arm outstretched. Draco was cowering against the wall and trying to remain upright, but since he had been hit with a well-aimed ‘Jelly-Legs’ jinx, this was proving difficult.



Sensing Severus was in the room, Hermione lowered her wand. She was shaking and hot, angry tears were flowing down her face. She slumped in her chair, exhausted as Severus walked to Draco and removed her jinx. Glancing at her briefly, he passed her the pain potion and she drank it gratefully.



Draco slipped sheepishly back into his chair and looked at Hermione. Severus watched them for a short moment then slammed his hand on the table in fury.



‘Tell me what you said to her…’ He hissed quietly, each syllable dripping with fury.



‘No…please, don’t ask him to repeat it…’ Hermione spat out with venom.



Severus saw the look of disgust on her face and felt his anger rising like bile in his stomach. Withdrawing his wand, he stared at Draco, who flinched slightly.



‘I apologise…. Severus, please…don’t…’ Draco started to shake a little; he had never seen Severus so angry before.



Severus lifted his wand. ‘Legilimens!’ he hissed and Draco gasped as he felt him sifting through his memories until he found the most recent event.



Draco and Hermione were sitting at the kitchen table. She was drinking her tea and he looked over to her with a smirk.



‘So,’ he drawled, ‘the brightest witch in Hogwarts is going to be a single parent. How the mighty fall, Granger.’



‘Shut up, Malfoy…’ she sighed. She really didn’t have the energy for him and the pain between her legs was getting worse.



‘No, I don’t think I will. Surely you can understand why your boyfriend left you, Granger? No one in their right mind would want to be the father of the whelp of a mud blood whore…’ he whispered softly at her, his eyes gleaming.



Hermione stood and walked towards him, her wand in her hand tightly. ‘The father of my baby loved me…’ she said softly, a sharp edge to her voice, ‘If he hadn’t needed to go, he would be here with me now. He was a brave wizard…he took risks to save lives… unlike you, he was not weak. He stood up to Voldermort and lived to tell the tale….’ Her voice was trembling, her hand shaking.



Draco smirked. ‘That’s what you think, is it? Well, he’s not here, is he, Granger and he will never see that bastard child of his…’



Severus watched the scene play out and went pale. He watched Hermione cast her jinx with satisfaction before pulling out of Draco’s head and looking at him with disgust.



He pointed his wand at him and muttered ‘Silencio’. Draco waved his hands in protest but couldn’t say a word.



Severus looked at Hermione and flinched at the look of pain and hurt in her eyes. She hadn’t wanted him to know how Draco’s words had cut her.



Hermione stood, still shaking, her wand in a vice like grip.



‘I have to get to Hogwarts to talk to Hagrid.’ She muttered through gritted teeth and began to walk towards the door.



‘Hermione…’ Severus spoke her name so softly it sent a shiver down her spine. She turned and their eyes met.



‘Forgive me…’ he breathed.



She didn’t know if he meant because he had brought Draco into their space or because of the pain he caused her. Right now, she didn’t much care.