Mediwitch on Call

AN: Same disclamers apply. Thanks to everyone who reviewed \'Unfaithful\' especially to Campy Capybara who gave a long and insightful one. Anyway I hope this one\'s better.

Mediwitch on Call


“Hermione, the patient in 405 requests your attendance,” the woman behind the counter said.

Hermione frowned. “What’s wrong with the patient?” she asked. She was a working at St. Mungo’s as a mediwitchr sir since the war ended. There wasn’t much need of Aurors these days, and since she had trained under Madame Pomfrey in her sixth year it she decided to take her career to that direction.

“Quidditch accident. A bludger snagged him near his eye and needs to be healed,” Nancy answered.

Hermione’s frown deepened. “Aren’t there resident mediwitches around?”

“Yes, but the patient specifically requested for you. He said he wanted the best.”

Hermione let out a tired breath and nodded. “All right. Where is his information sheet?” she asked.

Nancy smiled. “Well, he hasn’t finished filling it up yet. Just ask him for it when you get there.”

“How long does it take to fill up that sheet?” Hermione growled. “Maybe the bludger hit knocked him instead of just catching him.”

Nancy’s grin widened. “Maybe.”

“Do you know something that I should know about?” Hermione asked, her eyes turning to slits.

“No,” Nancy said, giving her an innocent look. “Now let me look at you.” She took out her wand and fixed Hermione’s hair, making let bushy, then nodded. “There.”

“Nancy, what has gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” Nancy answered. “Now shoo! You don’t want to keep this patient waiting.

Hermione snorted. She walked down the hallway and made her way to room 405. Upon reaching her destination she gently knocked three times then pushed the door open.

“Took you a long time to get here…Nurse Hermione,” a familiar voice drawled.

Hermione caught her breath and a low thrum started to form at the pit of her belly. “Draco!” she gasped, surprised yet pleased. That was until she remembered that he needed stitches.

“The one and only, darling,” Draco drawled. He was sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor. His robe was removed, and Hermione couldn’t help but look appreciatively at the way his pants stretch tautly over his muscular thighs.

Hermione walked up to him axamixamined the wound above his right eye. It wasn’t deep enough to cause any worry, but it would be healed the muggle way it would need stitches. “You only have a cut and you still asked for a room?” she asked her boyfriend.

“I’m rich. I can pay for it,” he said arrogantly.

“And any mediwitch could have fixed this for you,” Hermione retorted.“No,“No, you’re the only one who can make me feel better.”

Hermione smiled.

Hermione and Draco had formed a truce during the war when they worked side by side to defeat Voldemort. As much as they despised each other and hated it, they were able to know each other a little better. But a war-torn Wizarding England was not the best time to form relationships, as both were busy with other matters. It was only five years after the war during a celebration, when they saw each other again. And of course the witty remarks flew over their friends’ heads as they bantered. He invited her for drinks that ni whi while she called him for breakfast next morning. That was almost a year ago.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Draco pouted.

Hermione smirked. “No.”

Draco sighed. “Fine, I’ll kiss you then,” he said. He pulled Hermione to the space between his legs and swooped his head down to catch her lips in a kiss. He started to feel himself harden as soon as her moans reached his ears.

Hermione twined her arms around his neck and let herself into the tide for a few moments. She pulled away, remembering that she needed to fix his wound. “Let’s get you fixed up,” she said. She gently pointed her wand near his cut and muttered some incantations.

Draco felt the pain on his right eye ease as cool sensations seeped from Hermione’s wand as she healed him.

When Hermione was finished, she asked, “There. Better?” Draco’s wound was healed and there was no scar left.

Draco smirked. “Yes. Now come here,” he said pulling towards him, but he turned her around so that her back was to him.

Without any protest, Hermione let him place her hands on her shoulders. Draco massaged her tense muscles and she moaned appreciatively. That feels wonderful,” she said as he continued to knead her shoulders and back.

“I’ve always been good with my hands,” Draco teased. He pulled Hermione closer to him until hese wse was resting against his hardness. He swept her curly hair aside and started kissing her neck.

Hermione closed her eyes and ground her bottom tighter against his crotch. She squeaked when she felt Draco take her earlobe in between his teeth and started teasing her. She had always been ticklish there. “Draco,” she whimpered, clutching his knees on either side of her hips. They weren’t supposed to be doing that here, but the thought of doing it in a hospital room wheryoneyone can just barge in excited her. She started to feel wet in between her legs.

Draco reached over to Hermione’s front and unclasped her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was in her nurse’s uniform. If only it was the sexy ones those muggles liked to wear for role-playing before shagging. But this was Hermione. Not exceptionally beautiful, but pretty and sexy in her own way. He liked the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her intelligent mind worked, they way she screamed and moaned his name over and over when he made her come.

He continued to nuzzle and lick her neck and ear while his hand started unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled the bra to the side but Hermione helped him by undoing the front clasp. “Ten points to Gryffindor for wearing this kind of bra,” he teased as he started toying with her left breast, kneading it. He alternated pinching her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Hermione gasped. The combination of pain and pleasure was making her wet that her knickers must have been soaking. She started to turn around but he held her in place between his thighs. He hiked up her skirt until it was bunched around her waist, and then trailed his fingers to her aching core.

He slipped his fingers inside her knickers. He ran his finger at down her slit then spread her moisture evenly. He then gathered her clit between his thumb and forefingers and gave it a pinch, earning a groan from her.

Hermione loved what he was doing to her. He knew how and where she wanted to be touched. She had been shy and insecure when they were just starting. But Draco had gently coaxed her into trying new things, and soon she had become the instigator to some of their sexual adventures. And now they were familiar with each others bodies and each others wants and needs.

Draco held her in place with one hand while he used the other to rip the crotch of her panties, causing Hermione to pant. “Draco! You ruined my knickers!”

“I’ll buy you new ones. In any color and style you want,” he said then inserted a finger in her tight warmth. Hermione arched her back, wanting more than what his finger can give her.

His cock swelled as he slipped in another digit in. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her. He wanted to fill her. Draco started sliding his fingers in and out.

Hermione fingers moved down and started playing with her clit. He inner walls started to contract, letting him know that she was nearing her orgasm. She reached for Draco behind, burying her fingers in his blond hair, and crushed her lips to his.

Draco wouldn’t let her come. He pulled away and slipped his fingers out. Hermione whimpered at the loss of contact and Draco kissed her before she could protest. He moved off the bed and he quickly took a pillow and placed it on side of the bed. “Bend over,” he commanded.

“What?” Hermione panted. She surpsurprised, but it excited her at the same time. Her pussy was still throbbing that it ached.

“Bend over. I want to fuck you from behind,” Draco repeated as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.

Hermione turned and bent over the bed, with the pillow supporting her. It was a good thing she was wearing heels that day so her bum was in level with his penis.

Draco stroked his cock as he stared at Hermione’s cunt. It was glistening from her last orgasm, and he could see her juices trailing down her legs. He was already leaking. He guided his cock to her and rubbed the tip on her pussy and she coated him with her honey. He finally positioned himself on her lips and he pushed himself inside her, inch by slow inch.

Hermione moaned at being filled. Draco was long and thick and she could feelevery ridge of his cock. “Draco.”

Draco bent over and whispered in her ear, “You have to be quiet or else everyone outside will know what we’ve been doing.” He pushed farther until he was buried to the hilt.

“Put…up… a silencing charm,” Hermione gasped, wiggling her butt.

“No.”

“Draco!”

Draco ignored her as he started to thrust in and out. He set the pace slowly, teasing her.

Wanton that she was, she pushed against him, willing him to move faster. She contracted her muscles, squeezing him. She held on to the edged of the bed, gripping the mattress tightly.

Then Draco increased his speed, slamming into her. In and out, in and out. He loved hearing her moans, and she did with every thrust of his hips. When he felt that she was about to come, he slowed down again.

Hermione wanted to smack Draco. She didn’t need this right now. She wanted him to move faster and harder. She reached behind her and grabbed his tight arse.

Draco could feel her coming down once again and he plunged into her again and again, faster and harder. He was fucking her like a tart. He could feel the tension build in his stomach. She felt so fucking good. He came, shooting his seed into her . This triggered Hermione’s orgasm and she moaned loudly. She didn\'t care if everyone could hear her. She quaked as she clenched his member, milking every last drop.

Draco fell on top of her. They panted, trying to catch their breath. He pulled his softening member, Hermione’s tissues clinging to his. Their mixed juices ran down their legs and left a mess.

They cleaned up and fixed their clothes, and Hermione reparo-ed her knickers. Draco cupped her face in his hand and leaned down to give her a lingering kiss, making the moment more intimate than earlier when they were having sex. “See? I feel much better now,” he said.

Hermione gave him a smile. “I’ll see you later at home.” She was almost out the door when she turned back and smirked. “Oh. Prepare to be ravished. And this time, you\'re the one who\'s going to scream.\"


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