A Girl Out of Time

Several hours later, Hermione woke up in a dimly lit room. She was lying on a comfortable bed surrounded by fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. She could smell smoky incense that was helping to relieve the strange feelings her body was experiencing. It felt like electricity was flowing through her veins, while she simultaneously was too large and too small for her body. A rich baritone voice quietly singing a Ballard filled her ears and Hermione relaxed. The Doctor was here, everything would be ok.

Hermione shifted slightly, her movement alerting the Doctor that she was awake. The singing stopped, "How are you feeling, love?"

It felt like her vocal cords were raw, as all Hermione could answer was with a low moan. The bed depressed slightly as the Doctor sat next to her and laid a cool hand on her forehead. "Shhh, it's ok. It's almost done." He slid an arm under her shoulders and helped her sit up. Hermione felt dizzy, but before she could protest, she could feel his body warm against her back. An arm slid around her tummy and gently pulled her back against his chest. She could hear his breathing in her ear and couldn't help the shiver that ran through her.

His warm chuckle felt like melted chocolate to her overwhelmed senses and she sighed. The Doctor raised a flask to her lips, "You need some fluids, drink." She couldn't resist his command. The ordeal exhausted her and she floated away, as the Doctor repositioned them on the bed, keeping her tucked securely against him.