She Will Be Mine

A.N.- You guys were really sweet with your reviews! I really don’t want to let you guys down and not finish, so I will try my very best to get this story done in a timely manner. And Jullsy thank you very much for the offer, if I get stuck with something you might hear from me, but since this site doesn’t require a beta and I can post myself now I don’t want to waste your time with betaing. As for this chapter, I fought with myself over the 2 options of gloss over everything, or just go there and make it an even more dark and dirty story. I went with option 2, so you have been warned and PLEASE DON’T READ THIS if dark and I guess… kinky(?) stories make you uncomfortable. I’m not sure if going all out was the right choice or not, but I’m posting and I can’t take it back now I suppose… This might have been inspired a little by Lady of Clunn’s Hysteria, because I thought healer Draco was very sexy indeed…

Draco’s eyes widened in horror… the blood on her knickers… it all made sense now.

“I-I tried to heal it, with your wand… I g-guess it didn’t work.” She was speaking so softly he could barely hear her, and then she was gone. She had passed out. Without another thought, he scooped her into his arms and ran with her to the hospital room. She was definitely too weak to floo or Apparate to St. Mungo’s, and who knew how long it would take before they would see her. How he wished he still had money; a generous donation would have made them see her. Hell, enough galleons and they’d be doing house calls.

He kicked the door open and gently laid her on the bed. First thing he had to do was get the fever down. He conjured a cold compress with his wand and set it on her forehead. He then dug through the cupboards until he found a fever reducing potion. He pried her mouth open and poured her a generous amount, pinching her nose to make her swallow it. It worked instantly, and her eyes fluttered open a few seconds later.

“Do you feel strong enough to Apparate to St. Mungo’s?” he asked gently.

She so desperately wanted to say that she was, but knew that it would just be another lie. She was going to have to let Draco see her most private place. Her attempt to heal it herself had caused more harm than good, and now she had to pay the price.

“No… I don’t think I am,” she said, sniffing and blinking back more tears. Draco nodded once and went to the counter, withdrawing a few different bottles and a pair of rubber gloves. He returned to her side and set the potions on the small metal cart.

“Now, I need you to tell me exactly what you did,” he said seriously.

“I thought I was doing the same as you had. I dipped a finger into the phoenix tears and put it in my… my…” She didn’t know why she couldn’t just say the word ‘vagina’ in front of him, when he was sure to see it in a very short time. “I put it in my v-vagina, over the cut. Then I stuck your wand inside and did the counter-curse.”

“Why would you do that? Why wouldn’t you just let me heal it for you?”

“I didn’t want you to see me there!” she cried. “I thought I could heal it myself! I mean, it definitely felt like it worked. It burned just as badly as when you did it to my other parts.”

Draco thought about this. Maybe she had actually managed to suck out the Dark magic, and because she hadn’t disinfected the cuts first, she only had an infection. “You might have done the spell correctly and removed the Dark magic, then. I’ll have to see it to be sure. There’s a chance you just have a bad infection. Why didn’t you use the antiseptic potion?”

“It was gone,” she wept. “I didn’t think it would matter.”

Draco picked up one of the jars he had laid on the cart. “There’s plenty more in the cupboard. You should have asked me. You should have just told me! I even asked you about the spot of blood on your knickers! I hope, for your sake, that there won’t be any permanent damage. Now, I’m going to take off your knickers and shorts, and see what I can do.”

She nodded her head that she understood, and stared up at the ceiling while she felt him pull down her clothing, leaving her completely exposed. It was barely a second later however, that he placed a thin sheet over her lap, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Can you pick up your legs, or do you need me to help you?” he asked. She tried to lift them herself, but she was too weak. Sadly, she shook her head. He gently took her leg and lifted it at the knee, doing the same to the other and spreading them, though she was still shielded by the sheet. “Let your knees fall open,” he ordered, and she obeyed without a fight; she hardly had the strength to hold them up, anyway. She returned her gaze to the ceiling when she heard him walk back to the cart. The snap of the rubber gloves rung in the silent air, and she sucked in a breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

“I’m going to need to examine you first, to see if it’s the curse or just an infection. I know it seems impossible, but please try to relax. It will make it easier on both of us, I promise.”

When he lifted up the sheet and pushed it towards her waist, she knew he could see everything. She was spread open for him completely. At his first touch she almost jumped off the bed, shrieking shrilly. He quickly pulled back like he had been burned.

“Are you ok? Did that hurt?” he asked, quite alarmed at her reaction. He’d barely touched her.

“No… Yes… I mean, no, it didn’t hurt, and yes, I’m ok.”

“Ok…” he said slowly. “I’m going to have to touch you more than that to examine you, are you going to freak out again?”

“N-no,” she said softly, embarrassed all over again that she’d reacted so strongly to him touching her. Malfoy nodded and returned his attention to her swollen vulva. A thin trail of yellowish blood was running down her inner thigh. She definitely had an infection.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he told her.

“I will.”

He then slowly and carefully sunk one gloved finger inside her opening. She was so swollen that he could hardly get it in more than a centimeter, and he could tell that she was clenching her muscles as well.

“Granger, you have to relax. I need to feel inside of you to see how deep the cut goes, and if it’s healed at all, which would mean you did remove the Dark magic.” He wiggled his finger, trying again for entrance, but he was once again denied. “Please… breathe. I know this can’t be fun, but if you don’t relax we could be in this position all day.”

“I’m trying!” she cried. She took another deep breath, trying desperately to forget where she was.

Malfoy pushed a little harder and was able to get his finger all the way inside her at last. “There you go,” he said. “Ok… I can feel where he cut you, but you’re so swollen, I can’t tell if the skin has closed up, and the infection is causing the bleeding, or if the cut is still open. I think I’m going to have to look at it to determine. I don’t want to put you through the counter-curse again if it’s unnecessary.”

She nodded her head hastily. She definitely didn’t want to have to go through that again either if it could be helped. She’d had enough excruciating torture to last a lifetime and then some.

“Granger, when you go to your err… woman parts Healer, how do they usually see inside?”

Hermione thought hard. Those were appointments she usually tried to forget. “There’s a spell. It separates the walls so they can see in.”

“Do you know it?” he asked eagerly.

“No…” she replied. Her Healer never said it aloud. “It must be a nonverbal spell.”

“Oh…” Draco was at a loss. Desperate, he grabbed his wand, ignited the end with a Lumos, and held it in one hand. “Granger, I’m going to try and separate you with two fingers. I’ll do my best not to hurt you.” He gently pushed into her with two digits, watching her face for any sign that he was causing her significant pain. She winced slightly, but it wasn’t enough to signal him to stop. When he had gone in up to his knuckles, he separated them, using his wand in his other hand to try and see inside.

“I can’t see enough of you like this. The cut is too far inside. We’re going to have to go to St. Mungo’s,” he said, defeated and withdrawing his fingers. Her vaginal opening was so swollen, there was no way he’d be able to get inside to clean out her wound and get rid of the infection, anyway, even if he could look far enough inside to see the cut.

Hermione hated the thought of a group of faceless Healers feeling and poking at her insides, especially when she had already let Malfoy get up close and personal with her there. It would all be a waste if they couldn’t find a way for him to get inside her. “You can do it the Muggle way, with a speculum.”

“A what?” he asked.

“A speculum, it’s how Muggle doctors would do this. It’s a plastic thing that slips inside and opens, separating the walls. You could conjure one,” she said hopefully.

Draco was less optimistic. “I don’t know what I’d be conjuring. I don’t think it would work.”

“Give me your wand, I’ll try,” she said, not yet willing to concede her vagina to the Healers. She didn’t really know why, though; she knew she should prefer a Healer’s touch to Malfoy, but somehow she felt safer in his untrained hands. It was a disturbing thought.

Malfoy handed her his wand, and closing her eyes, she thought desperately of the pictures from her Muggle studies book, comparing magical and Muggle healing practices. “Conjuro!” she yelled, waving the wand in a complicated swishing pattern. She instantly felt her entire body go limp afterwards. She had used every ounce of strength she possessed. She couldn’t even lift her head to see if the spell had worked.

“This looks horrid, Granger,” came Malfoy’s voice from over her. She could barely smirk in response; the spell had completely exhausted her every muscle. “Leave it to the Muggles to come up with this kind of torture device. How is it supposed to work exactly?”

If she had the strength to laugh, she would have. Malfoy was holding the plastic speculum upside down, trying to pry open the two ‘beaks’. She struggled to make her voice heard. “You have to hold the other side and squeeze. You put it inside first, and then open it,” she said, her words barely a whisper. “You should be able to secure it in the open position.” She watched as he fiddled with it until he finally seemed to understand the mechanics, and could easily open and close it.

“I’m going to use the antiseptic potion as a lubricant. It can’t make it worse, at least,” Malfoy shrugged, generously covering the plastic lips that would be placed inside of her. “This thing seems kind of big, Granger, you sure you don’t want me to take you to St. Mungo’s?” he asked her one last time.

She quickly shook her head before she changed her mind. “No,” she whispered. “If it’s just an infection, I trust that you can take care of it.”

He nodded and returned his attention to the apex of her thighs, to her swollen and bleeding sex. His gut told him that he should take her to St. Mungo’s no matter how much she didn’t want him to. The Healers wouldn’t have missed this, so she wouldn’t have been able to try and fix it herself, and then she wouldn’t have ended up in this position in the first place.

He had to remind himself that the hospital was hardly accommodating, and would have made her wait an ungodly amount of time before seeing her. It made him feel slightly better, that was until he lined the plastic instrument up at her opening. It was so big and she was so swollen; he didn’t know how it could possibly fit.

“Stay really relaxed, Granger. I don’t see how this will work, but I’ll try. Stop me if I’m hurting you, though the antiseptic potion will probably sting a little, too.” She took one long, deep, breath, preparing herself for the intrusion.

Malfoy spread her opening with his thumb and forefinger, and then slowly inserted the plastic lips of the Muggle device. This felt extremely crude and barbaric.

About an inch in she hissed through her teeth in pain. He stopped and looked up at her, but she whispered, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just do it.”

He wished it was that simple. His hand was starting to shake and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He wasn’t a Healer. He didn’t know what made him think he could do this. How could he forgive himself if he made her even worse?

“Granger, I don’t think I can…”

“Draco, there isn’t the faintest trace of the cuts on any part of me that you healed. I doubt the real Healers could have managed that. Even the receptionist wouldn’t take those cuts seriously. You did. You took me seriously. You were so careful, and I should have just trusted you to heal everything, but I was scared.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, in the softest of whispers, she said, “I’m not scared anymore. I know you can do this.”

Her trusting in him with such an intimate part of her anatomy rekindled his resolve. He forced his hand to stop shaking, wiped his sweaty brow on his shirt sleeve, and pushed the speculum the rest of the way inside of her.

“That antiseptic potion really burns,” she gritted out, her hands gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles hand gone white. Draco hurried to open the device and then secure it, surprised with how well it worked. He peered inside her with the light from his wand, wanting to end her pain as quickly as possible. What he saw had him breathing a sigh of relief.

“It looks like the cut was healed, which means there’s no more Dark magic. Parts of it opened back up because it’s so infected, though. It looks pretty bad. Isn’t there a potion you can take to clean out your blood so infections can’t spread?” he asked her.

“The kind of potion you should take depends on if it’s a bacterial, fungal, parasitic, or viral infection,” she replied, reciting her sixth year potions book almost word for word. “What I have is most likely a bacterial infection, so I should take a simple antibiotic draft.”

Malfoy smirked at her. She was still so much the know-it-all bookworm from their schooldays, but right now he was grateful for that. “I’m pretty sure there’s one in the cupboard somewhere, I’ll get it for you when we’re through here. Now, the only thing I can think to do is to cover this in antiseptic potion, wait until it soaks in, and then put more phoenix tears on it. That should work, unless you have a better idea.”

She shook her head. “No, that sounds logical.”

Malfoy took the jar of antiseptic potion in one hand and a large cotton swab in the other. He swirled it around and then carefully put it inside her open walls. He dabbed at the deepest part of the cut first, slowly working his way out while making sure he covered everything. The potion was bubbling, which meant that it was working. He pulled the sheet back over her spread legs, and moved to stand by her face while they waited for it to soak in.

Seeing her hand clutching the sheets, he almost placed his on top of it, but pulled back at the last second. Even after all this, that still felt too intimate. This was simply the business of survival, and there was no room in business for emotions or feelings.

Her eyes fluttered open and met his. He could tell that she was in pain but was trying to hide it from him, but she did manage a small smile.

“You’re really good at this,” she said softly.

He shrugged. “I spent so much time with my mother while she was with her Healer, I guess I picked up a few things. Near the end, though, everything he did just seemed to make her worse. I want to believe that he prolonged her life, but part of me thinks he just drew out her suffering. Even in her sleep she would scream in pain… I don’t much care for Healers after that.”

She didn’t know what to say, so instead she tried to adjust herself to get more comfortable, but the Muggle device spreading her vagina made comfort an impossibility. The potion wasn’t really burning anymore, so that was an improvement at least.

“It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” she said, and it was true. Though she felt horribly stretched by the speculum, the burning pain from even before he’d applied the potion was gone. Hopefully that meant that there was no more infection.

Draco picked up the small jar of phoenix tears and went back to the end of the table. Once again he pushed the sheet up, and she shuddered as the cool air hit her insides. He used one gloved finger to apply the healing salve to her lower vaginal wall, carefully rubbing it in in small circles to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Her cheeks were flooding with warmth at his touch. This didn’t feel as clinical as the swab with the potion. This almost felt… nice. She quickly fought down those feelings.

“I think we should let that sit for few minutes with you still spread, just to be safe,” he said when he had finished, pulling the sheet over her. “I think it worked, but I don’t know how you’d feel about me checking tomorrow. I mean, it’s up to you. It’s probably not necessary, but I thought… incase the infection isn’t gone and starts spreading again…” He looked really uncomfortable all of a sudden. His cheeks were quite as red as hers were.

“Just to be safe,” she said, her cheeks literally glowing. “I think that’s a good idea.” Could someone die of embarrassment?

He nodded, thinking desperately of something to say to her while they waited. “Umm… do you think you’ll be ready to give your account of what happened to the Aurors soon?”

The thought of having to relive everything that had happened brought a tear to her eye, and she quickly blinked before more could follow. “I don’t know… I mean, I don’t have much to tell them. I was cooking dinner one minute and the next I was tied to the bed of roses. I don’t see how that will help anyone.” She wished she had something useful to give them, something that would lead them straight to the killer so no one else would have to suffer at his hands.

“Everything helps. We hardly know anything about him except that he’s very skilled at covering his tracks. Will Monday be ok? That gives you two days to recoup.”

She didn’t know if she’d ever really be ready, so two days wasn’t that much different than 200 days. “Monday’s fine, I guess,” she replied. “Will you be there?” She didn’t know why, but she wanted him there, though she would never admit it to him.

“I don’t think so. I’m just an investigator. I’ll read your report, but the Aurors are the ones that will hear it firsthand.” She caught the edge of the bitter tone he seemed to save for discussions about the Aurors. Hermione figured he was still angry that they failed him during training.

“Oh…” she said. She lowered her eyelids so he wouldn’t see how upset this news was making her. Why would she want him there, anyway? Harry was her friend that she should want for support. Draco wasn’t her… anything. Not really.

“Enough time has probably passed,” he said, effectively breaking her out of her thoughts. He picked the sheet up and stared inside her. Though she was still quite swollen, the infected wound seemed to have disappeared. “Umm… do I pull this thing out and then close it, or close it and then pull it out?” he asked.

She really didn’t know; her Muggle studies book hadn’t been very detailed on the subject. “Your guess is as good as mine,” she shrugged. “Though, you might pinch something if you close it inside,” she added, picturing the thing inside her.

“Ok, I’m just going to try and pull it out then,” he said, grabbing the handle in one hand. He slowly began to remove it, feeling like he was stretching her entirely too much. Her legs began to tense up, and he placed a calming palm on her inner thigh, just as the last centimeter of the instrument was removed.” They both let out simultaneous sighs of relief.

“You’re still really swollen, but that should go down by tomorrow. Later today even, it is only 3am,” Malfoy told her, covering her with the sheet and then pulling off his gloves. She could see that he was still sweating quite profusely, and a part of her wondered why. It wasn’t like the room was overly warm or anything. Before she could question him, he went to the cupboards and started rummaging around, coming back a minute later.

“I found an antibiotic potion. There’s only one dose left so I’ll have to buy some more tomorrow,” he said, handing her the bottle. Apparently he expected her to drink it straight from the container, so she took it and swallowed as fast as she could. It tasted like stale milk. She handed him the empty bottle and he threw it in the bin.

When he returned to her side, he was looking down at her with an unreadable expression. “Here, I’ll help you to your room.” He propped up both her knees, and then slipped his arm underneath them, while his other arm weaseled its way under her shoulders.

“Malfoy I—I’m sure I can walk, you don’t have to…” But he had already picked her up and started moving with her towards the door. She didn’t have the strength to argue further, so she just wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his broad shoulder. She took in his scent. He smelled very much like a man… a manly man. It was musky and earthen, and it made her feel warm and light-headed—such a stark contrast against the sickly-sweet roses and lingering smell of death. After everything she’d gone through, she had to wonder how far the Carver would go to finish what he started.

She was lost in thoughts of smiling masks and burning wands when he set her carefully on the soft sheets of her bed. He started to pull away but she didn’t let go, her arms tight around his neck. She was experiencing a sudden flood of emotions, and as she started to shake, tears coursing down her cheeks and soaking his shirt, he hugged her back.

“Shh… you’ll be alright, Granger,” he whispered huskily. She nuzzled her face into him, pulling him tighter, as all the emotions continued to pour out of her. He awkwardly patted her bushy hair, all the while saying, “Shh… shh…”

Eventually, she cried herself to sleep in his arms. He only noticed because she had gone limp and stopped shaking, but she was still holding on to him tightly. Gently, he pried her off and tucked the comforter around her. Brushing the hair away from her face, he whispered, “I won’t let him have you,” before quickly fleeing the room. He had work to do.