Sexual Healing

Healing Hermione

***The Squabbling Snapes***

Author’s note, this chapter contains HG/NL smut as well as some F/F and tranny action.

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“Bye, love, I’ll see you this evening,” I said as I kissed Severus goodbye on my way to my office. Unfortunately, all he did in return was growl and scowl. He’d been doing a lot of this lately. After eight years of marriage and four years of healing practice, this was quite odd. “In one of those moods again, I see,” I teased him chipperly. “We’ll just have to see what I can do about that when I get home.

I closed the door to our chambers and began my run to my Hogsmeade office. Running kept me in shape and after two pregnancies; it was not easy to stay trim and healthy. But a morning run to work and then an evening run home, served to be a wonderful transition between the two. Although, I often got many strange looks from people as I ran through town in a halter and shorts. Well, I guess halter and shorts would be generous description for the outfit that I bought from a Muggle store for running, but they serve there purpose well. At my office, I’d slip off the scrapes, toss them into a drawer, cast a few freshening charms, and slip on a simple robe and be ready to face my patients.

As the Wizarding World’s first and so far only sexual healer, I practised many different types of therapy with my patients. The draw back to this is word gets around quickly and that created the need to screen new patients. It also created tension at home. Many patients healed best with a variety of treatments that may include magical healing, counselling, and surrogate therapy. Seldom did I ever use just one form of therapy with anyone.

On any given day, I’d see between two and four patients. On one particular day, I actually only two had to see, both requiring multiple forms of therapy. What, I did not know going into that day, would be the last normal day before my life changed permanently.

My first client of the day was Neville Longbottom, a wonderful person who lacked competence more than talent in everything that he has done, even after helping to defeat Voldemort. After I exhausted any physical reason as to why he could not perform with his girlfriends – the poor man lost more women because of that – I looked for psychological causes and came to the conclusion that like many of the problems that he had in school, it was not talent that held him back, but competence in his ability. Neville has been coming to me for six months now and this would be his last day of surrogate therapy.

As he entered for his appointment, I got the room ready. Scented candles and potpourri for aromatherapy, I found it worked as a wonderful compliment to all of the different therapies I used. I seldom used incense; its scent is often overpowering. Neville requires an unusual blend: a touch of lavender, for relaxation; citrus, for energy, and jasmine, for sensuality. A small amount of each worked wonders.

Once everything was ready I greeted Neville with a simple kiss. He would take the lead after that. In the blink off an eye, shy, quiet Neville had us both undressed and was pressing my body against the window. Fortunately, all of the windows in my office were charmed so that not only will they not break, but no one can see in through them. I smiled at the progress we made. In just a short time, Neville had gone from needing his hand held through every step to being the aggressor. He kept my body pressed against the glass as he tended to my needs; after all, it does not help those needing help if the surrogate is unresponsive. After a passable amount of time, he skilfully wrapped my legs around his waist and impaled my on his penis. This was once a man who went soft at the mere mention of anything but the missionary position.

When he finished, we slid down the wall and I kissed him again. I could not have been more proud. “You’re more than ready, Neville,” I told him. “We’ll schedule your next appointment for one month and in that time I want you to enjoy yourself. When you come in well sit and talk and you can tell me how things went.”

He tried to stammer out that he wasn’t ready, but I just wouldn’t hear of it. Honestly, if I don’t put my foot down I think some of my patients would be just happy having surrogate sex and not forming a true relationship. Tactfully, I explained to Neville, once more, that I am not a substitute for a girlfriend; I’m a professional who helps people with problems in their life.

After Neville left, I cleaned up myself and prepared for the next client, another former schoolmate. This one would take several hours. Like myself, she is bi-sexual, only she seemed to be genderly confused. Over the last few months we tried everything. She’s not happy as a woman. So we tried changing her into a man. She spent two months as a man, but was still not happy. We returned her to being a woman, but even with that didn’t work. Not that I expected it to. With this appointment we would be making one last change. If it didn’t work, I didn’t know what would for the poor girl.

Right on schedule, she knocked on the door and came in. “Hi, Hermione, you ready for me?”

“All set, Millicent. Let’s sit down and talk for bit first.”

As I triple check that was what she really wanted, I explained to her that unlike the other changes that she had undergone, the spell for this one is different. It is difficult to cast and near impossible to remove. I could cast it on her, but if she changed her mind it might not be possible to undo.

She nodded in understanding and seemed eager to get the procedure done with. I, however, had my reservations about that and wanted to check one more thing. I asked if she will indulge me in my hunt for physical proof.

She agreed and soon we were both lying on the couch naked, our nipples rubbing together. I kissed her passionately attempting to draw out a response. And respond she did. Her tongue mated with mine as she ran her fingers through my hair. My bushy thatch of pubic hair joined with her trimmed strip of black hair.

I broke off from her lips and moved my attention to her ample breast and was instantly jealous. Even after five kids my cleavage is no where near as well endowed as hers. She groaned in pleasure as I teased her sweet nipples and attempted to thrust her sex into mine. Satisfied with my response, I move onto my next area for examination. Carefully, I moved my body up so I am all but sitting on her face. Eagerly, though, she worked her way to my nub and placed several sucking kisses on it and then began to alternate her mouths attention between my slit and my nub. I wouldn’t let her use her hands. One was kept firmly planted to one of my breasts, while I suckled the fingers of the others.

It was not long before she made me cum and cum hard. I know many would say that is unprofessional, but what could be better for a patients self-esteem to show them that they have done something right. I travelled back down her body. She looked so smug, so proud of herself; I couldn’t help but taste myself on her lips and tongue before making my final examination.

She smiled contentedly as the kiss broke off. I smiled back and made my way to lavish her with the same attention she had just bestowed on me. My husband does not know this, but this is one of my favourite sexual activities. I get intoxicated off of the sweet-musky smell women produce. I worked my best on Millicent. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Nothing got her off. Reluctantly, I pulled away before, I was too exhausted to do what she had been wanting from the moment she first started coming to me for therapy.

“Last chance to change your mind, Mill,” I said as I picked up my wand. “You know there will be many who won’t accept this.”

“That’s there problem, isn’t it,” she responded.

I answer no more. It would not do any good. She has heard all of it before.

With a few waves of my wand and an incantation, I watched as my patient changed permanently. Part of the change was instantaneous, but part would take anywhere from several minutes to hours. I sat my wand down and moved Millicent into my arms on the floor, holding her through the pleasure and pain of having her lower organs change. It took half an hour for the change to reach its maturity.

It is true that Severus is my dream man, but that does not make him my ideal sexual creature. That was now lying in my arms and is a product of my own creation.

She reached up and kissed me. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “Can we try it out?”

Feeling as if it would not be proper to not complete this part of the therapy, I nodded in agreement and as I did so, noticed her new equipment was quite ample. With unknown abandonment, my mouth dived onto her new cock. As I applied my best technique to her new member, I heard the pleasured sounds that I did not hear before. Like any virgin, it did not take long for her to spill in my mouth. She was not as sweet as she was before, but not as salty as other males. Soon we were breast to breast again, and this time she was the one who tasted herself on my lips and tongue. Before long she was hard again and entered me swiftly as if well practised.

We ended that session with me giving her a hug for luck and telling her to set up an appointment if she ever needed to talk.

I cleaned myself up again and prepared my office for my next day of appoints. That would not be tomorrow, however. The next day was the day I had set aside to go and minister to the homeless in Muggle London. I always brought them fresh food and clean water. I would mend their clothing if necessary. I talked with them about whatever they needed to talk about. But most of all, I touched them. I touched them, how ever they needed to be touched. Most wanted hugs, some wanted kisses. For some, it was enough just to hold their hand. And some needed more. I always went prepared for whatever they needed.

With my office squared away, I fished into my drawer and pulled out my running outfit. As always, I looked at the way it fit. The halter held my breasts in so that they did not jiggle too much when I ran. This had the side benefit of making them look slightly larger, too. The shorts definitely were not shorts. They more closely resembled a bikini bottom. Perhaps this was what was getting Severus in such a fit; this particular outfit was new this summer. I would need to remember to ask him when I got home.

The run home in the crisp October dusk was more exhilarating than my morning run. I was able to make the whole distance at a sprint. I didn’t stop running at the doors to the castle, but flew up the steps to our home.

Sometimes, I had wished life could just be simple and perfect. As I strode into our chambers, Severus was barking at our eight-year-old triplets, while Winky was consoling our six-year-old twins. I never learned what had happened. The triplets were sent to their rooms for a dinner of sandwiches and juice as Severus took over consoling the twins so that Winky could get our dinner.

Dinner was a terse affair. Severus hardly spoke to me, except to make disparaging remarks about my running outfit and my chosen profession. I knew we had not been communicating as well as we should have, but I had not realised that he had built up such animosity. He was the one who got me interested in running as way to keep in shape and work off the stress of being a mother, keeping up with my self-imposed studies, and work. He was enthusiastic, curious, and helpful when I first explained my idea to him. He was more than happy to practise the new techniques that I was learning. In fact it was during one study session that the twins were conceived.

I knew my practise was taking up more and more time. In fact, I had already hired someone to train as a partner. He wasn’t a trained healer, but he did have a background with magical healing. He was open to studying Muggle psychology, and had already started reading books. Most importantly, I knew he had the skills and temperament to do the work. Fortunately, he would be starting on Monday. He would get to meet all of my patients over the next few weeks, and as he studied psychology and healing arts, he would take over some of the surrogate therapy. He could easily take over a good third for me with a smooth transition. Once Charlie was fully trained, I could cut back on my hours.


When I got back from Muggle London tomorrow afternoon, I would make my husband and our family my priority.