Hysteria

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter; I do not earn money by writing this story.

A/N: Thank you, Softobsidian74, for alpha reading and robs55 for the excellent beta!


Chapter 2

Sensilis


The day of her first appointment had been utterly wasted. She had been unable to go into work after the ... therapy.

In fact, she had been unable to do much of anything after Malfoy had helped her up from the white examination bed and waited for her to put her knickers, tights and shoes back on.

Her balance had been shaky and when her underwear was finally in place, she wished for a stool to sit on because her hands and legs did not cooperate and the tights clung to her clammy skin.

In the end she had stuffed the snagged tights into her handbag and slipped the shoes onto her naked feet.

She hoped that Malfoy had not seen her shaking hands when she stepped from behind the white privacy screen.

Seated at his desk he scribbled something onto a small piece of parchment.

“Your next session should be on Thursday.” He hesitated. “Before or after work?”

In light of her current state, she doubted that she would be able to go into work any time soon.

“After, if possible. When is the last free slot?”

Her voice shook slightly.

I am talking to Malfoy about when he is going to get me off next.

“Quarter past five.” He handed the small slip of parchment to her. “Between now and then, no unsupervised release, Granger. And do try to be punctual; I like to be home in time for supper.”

She nodded with flaming cheeks and turned to leave.

Who prepares dinner for him? House-elves? A girlfriend? Not a wife. A Malfoy wedding would have made the Prophet. Was somebody waiting for him in the evenings?

Resting her hand on the door handle, she had to shake herself out of her stray musings.

Malfoy was her healer.

And even if not...

No.

“Good day to you.”

“And you.” She heard his distracted voice as she closed the door behind her.

Instead of making her way to her work place, she used the public Floo to take off the rest of the day.

A bit of research was in order.

Two hours later, Hermione closed the last of the heavy tomes she had piled in front of her on top of the long library table.

Her findings did nothing to appease her.

Although Muggles had stopped diagnosing large parts of the female population as ‘out of health’ with female hysteria, this development had bypassed the wizarding world.

Malfoy had not lied to her. A healer was indeed obligated to report a hysteria patient at her work place or to her husband or father should she refuse treatment.

She would be a model patient.

Malfoy or that other healer de Belleme would not find any trace of hysteria in her after the prescribed eight sessions.

The moving illustrations of the cruciology treatment that appeared to be the equivalent to Muggle electro shocks worried her so much more than the now very distant problem of soggy laundry and unwashed dishes.

At night in the silently dark and warm cocoon of her duvet, she could not help but think of Malfoy’s hands on her.

So sure.

Knowing exactly where to touch.

So deft.

Her hand strayed to the waistband of her cotton pyjama bottoms.

No.

She yanked it back up and placed it on top of the duvet.

Somehow she was sure that he would be able to tell.


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She had come better prepared this time.

Instead of a Muggle suit, Hermione was wearing trousers that did not require tights and a rather long blouse.

Walking around half-naked in front of Malfoy was not something she wanted to repeat.

It had felt more humiliating than being spread out on the examination table in front of him.

After a long, tiring day at work, she longed to curl up on her sofa and not do much of anything until bed time.

Deciding on the after work appointment had setbacks. After realising that she was not fresh out of the shower like last time, she had taken the time to cast a quick cleansing and freshening charm on herself in her department’s bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione knocked on the generic white door to Malfoy’s healer’s room on ward three-and-a-half.

“Enter.”

She stepped inside to find him at his desk, much like on Monday morning.

“Good evening, Malfoy.”

“Good evening, Granger. Please take a seat.” He rummaged around his desk for her file and opened it, scanning the last page quickly. “Any changes? To the better? To the worse?”

“Er,” Hermione cleared her throat. “Not really. Although surprisingly, it was quite hard to comply with the no release stipulation.”

He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows.

“Is that so?” She could just see that he was grinning at her inwardly. “Very good!” He added something to her file. Probably ‘Patient horny as a niffler in heat after treatment.’ Or something equally mortifying.

“I also had a... surge of energy, I think you could call it, and spring cleaned my flat.”

Malfoy nodded.

“I saw that you had problems with everyday tasks. This is very interesting, as most of the recorded cases of Witches’ Hysteria have been found in pure-blood witches. They usually report difficulty in keeping up with their social responsibilities or even taking care of themselves, such as bathing and dressing. But then, they would have house-elves to take care of any household duties.”

Again he added a line or two to her file.

“You seem to respond very well to the therapy. If you had been pure-blood, I would simply recommend that your parents start negotiating for a betrothal to a man only slightly older than yourself.” Another line was scratched onto the file. “A man virile enough to engage you at least twice a week.”

Hermione was thankful that he was scratching away with his quill, adding more and more embarrassing detail to her file. She suspected her face to be a deep shade of red. Unfortunately he then looked up, but did not betray any recognition of her discomfort.

“I assume your parents would not be willing to negotiate a marriage for you?”

Hermione stared at him. She had always known that the wizarding community of the British Isles was somewhat conservative, but this was like something from another century. Or another continent.

She swallowed.

“My parents are still in Australia. I had hidden them there during the war under a memory charm. Unfortunately, we were unable to undo a charm as extensive as that without causing severe brain damage.”

She cast her eyes down sadly.

“They don’t know I exist.”

Remembering the original topic, Hermione looked up defiantly.

“But even if they did, they would never arrange a marriage for me. I will marry for love or not at all.”

Malfoy regarded her without any judgement in his eyes and nodded.

“I was simply stating what I would suggest in the case of a pure-blood witch. I am confident that you will be perfectly fine after a bit of treatment.”

She nodded and he stood.

“Please divest yourself from the waist down; I’ll be waiting for you at the examination table.”

Hermione stepped behind the white privacy screen and toed off her loafers. Her socks went inside her shoes and her trousers found a place on a hook in the wall and her purse below it. Why did the man not have a stool behind the screen? After a moment of hesitation, she placed her knickers on top of her purse.

Walking around the examination room barefoot and half-naked made her feel horribly vulnerable.

Malfoy was already standing next to the examination table. He did not have to prompt her to lay down on it.

“Pull up your blouse a bit, please.”

His hands were warm when he pressed down on her abdomen.

“Any pain?”

She shook her head no.

“Very good.”

He cast the spells for the leg rests to appear and the table to shorten.

Hermione waited for him to tell her to place her legs in the holders before she did so. No need to exhibit herself prematurely.

Having Malfoy sitting between her spread legs was still awkward. Hopefully she would be able to be referred to another healer before she became used to it.

“I am using a fresh sterile wand, Granger.” Hermione nodded, not taking her eyes from the ceiling.

He cast the lubrication charm again and the coolness was actually welcome.

“Vibratum.”

The tip of the wand moved in light circles around her clit. Hermione could feel her sex filling and swelling.

For the first time, Hermione dared to let her gaze stray from the blindingly white ceiling above her.

Oh goodness.

Draco Malfoy was between her spread thighs, stimulating her with an expression of deep concentration on his features.

The movements of his wand caused a sweet ache inside her.

He was unaware of her watching him and she found it strangely arousing to see how careful he was with her. She had half expected him to be bored or annoyed, but he worked deftly and without judgement.

His position must have become uncomfortable or the angle at which he was holding his wand was tiring his hand; he suddenly shifted on his seat and placed one hand on the inside of her thigh, opening her just a bit further.

His warm hand on her, the strong yet gentle grip, the sight of his long fingered hand...

Her orgasm took her by surprise, rolling over her in a shocking wave of sensation that made her muscles lock and her breath hitch.

Malfoy had not anticipated her reaction either and was delayed in removing the wand. Only when she made a distressed sound of protest at the instrument still touching her, he quickly ended the vibration spell and removed the tip of it from her sex.

“I am sorry,” he said, furrowing his brow. “I had not anticipated you being so sensitive.”

Neither had she. Nor did she know why she had reacted to his hand on her leg so much more intensely than to a wand meant to stimulate her, touching her most sensitive area.

He breathed out in a frustrated huff.

“This was definitely too fast. I don’t think it will suffice to eradicate enough of the build-up.”

It was quite obvious that he was angry with himself, maybe even slightly embarrassed. The thought was absurd as she was the one who was spread out in front of him, legs high and wide.

“With a light numbing potion... Or we could just wait half an hour.”

He sat still for a minute or two, contemplating his options and staring at her crotch in an absent-minded way.

“Damn, I have to be at the fundraiser in an hour and a half.”

He now seemed to remember that she was still there in front of him, humiliatingly bared.

“I apologise again!”

He released her legs and helped her to sit up when she struggled to do so.

“Would you like to rest?”

Hermione shook her head no. She did not feel as drained as before and just wanted to go home and forget about St. Mungo’s and treatments and Malfoy. Yes. Forgetting about Malfoy at least for the weekend sounded like a marvellous concept.

“No, thank you, I’ll be fine.”

Her response did not have the desired effect.

Malfoy all but ripped the gloves off his hands and forcefully threw them along with the wand into the bin.

“It’s anything but fine!” he exclaimed, calming down a bit when he saw her flinch at his loud tone of voice.

“You should be tired, drained of all the emotions and stress that could cause more hysterical residue.”

He raked his fingers through his blond hair.

“Do you really feel alright going home like this?”

There was a tone of genuine concern in his voice.

“Like this?” She smiled. “Rather not. May I dress first?”

He smiled back at her and relaxed his shoulders a bit. Rolling his seat back, he gave her space to stand and make her way to her belongings behind the screen.

When she had managed to guide her feet into her fine black socks and through her trousers she found him behind his desk, scribbling on a piece of parchment that he then held out to her.

“My Floo address. Promise me to call, if you experience any problems over the weekend.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose.

“You do house calls?”

“Not usually, but I am obviously not up to par tonight and you should not suffer because of my shortcomings.”

“I am sure I will be fine, Malfoy,” she said softly.

Malfoy pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded jerkily.

“I hope so, too. But really; call any time, day or night. We don’t want any relapses.”

“Okay.”

Merlin forbid.

Hermione opened her handbag and slipped the parchment with Malfoy’s contact details into the little compartment in which she usually kept her shopping lists.

“Until Monday then,” she said, and this time he actually looked at her when he replied.

“Until then, Granger, and don’t forget: Any time.”

Hermione nodded and left, determined to prove him wrong.

Over the weekend, she forced herself into a regime of discipline.

Sleeping in but not too long; hanging the wash right after taking it out of the machine; washing the dishes of the day in the evening.

No working on Ministry files.

No calling Draco Malfoy when all she wanted was to crawl under her duvet for a ‘nap’ and touch the throbbing little bundle of nerves that was reminding her of him with every step she took, her jeans pressing against it.

Frustrated, she decided to go for a walk along the high street in the nearby Muggle village.

Browsing through the many charity shops used to be among her favourite weekend activities.

Sometimes she found a treasure for decorating her house or for her kitchen or for her book collection.

When she found herself perusing the extensive selection of Mills and Boon novels, she lingered on the ones marked medical romance. Hermione caught herself holding two, looking for a third one to get ‘three for a pound’. Resolutely she put the books back on the shelf and walked out of the shop.

Her appointment was tomorrow.

She really should be able to restrain herself until then.

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luna4917 - YAY! The first review! Thank you! It will get considerably darker in a few chapters. Considerably.

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starlight-x-A-x - Thank you for the great review! I am basing this story on the assumption that the wizarding world has not undergone certain changes that the Muggle world experienced. Up to the 1920s, doctors administered pelvic massage as a treatment for hysteria, they even invented the vibrator to make the task less bothersome for them. Only when those vibrators turned up in the first pr0n films, somebody realised that hysterical paroxysm was nothing but an orgasm. As the wizarding world does not need vibrators or has films... There was also a whole lot of much more disturbing treatment going on and this story will get much, much darker. This is why I will not (cannot) post Hysteria to ff.net, at least not in its current form.

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