Careful

A/N: I am obviously not JKR. This was loosely inspired from an episode of Grey\'s Anatomy. This is my first D/Hr fic, as well as my second NC-17 fic, so any and all comments are welcome. :)

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“It hurts right here.” He pointed stubbornly to his elbow, grimaced up at his mum, and waited for her response.

Sighing, Hermione checked again one last time. “Steven, I’m telling you there is absolutely nothing wrong with your elbow. I’ve cast all the appropriate charms; you don’t even have a bruise there. I’m sure you’ve had fun today on your trip to St. Mungo’s with your mum, but honestly, the game is over. I can’t heal you if there’s no ailment.

“Are you completely sure…” the woman squinted at her namebadge, “Miss Granger? You don’t seem to be quite so old; maybe if someone more experienced took a look at it so we could get a definite opinion…”

“Mrs. Kline, I assure you that I am quite capable at telling when a patient has a true problem or not. You’ve obviously promised him a trip to the toy store after this appointment, or some other sort of reward? Perhaps you’ve offered it every time he has to go to the Mediwitch. However, that just teaches him that if he lies and says he got hurt, he may get a reward out of it.”

The woman gasped in shock, pulling her son off the examining table. “Well, I never have met such an impertinent witch!”

“Are we leaving Mommy?”

“Of course, sweetheart; we’ll find another doctor to check out your arm-“

”Can we go to the candy store first? I really want a lolly.”

She stopped and knelt down to look into her son’s eyes. “What did you just say, Steven?”

“I want a lolly. You promised if I”

“I did no such thing!”

Smirking, Hermione reached into a cabinet and pulled out one of the flavour changing lollies that she had stashed away for an occasion such as this. “Steven, please be honest with me. How does your arm really feel?”

Eyeing the treat, the little boy weighed his options. With a sigh, he grabbed it from Hermione. “It’s fine; can we go now?”

Hermione readied the exam room for her next patient. It’d been a busy day, but seeing as it was almost time to go she figured she’d have just enough time for this last one before she was off. She had promised to meet Harry and Ginny at their local pub after they all got off work.

A noise from behind startled her. Turning, she locked eyes with her next patient.

Shit.

“Why, Granger, we meet again,” he drawled, although she noticed that his face seemed to first flush and then drain of all color. “And I can see that you’ve obviously blossomed from the rather awkward stage you used to be in? Or maybe it’s just this ailment that I have. It tends to make me ignore the faults of others.”

Grabbing the chart from the woman who had escorted him to the exam room, she briefly flipped through his history. “You’re not still complaining about the fact that Buckbeak attacked you, are you Draco? Because I see you’ve written it here on your ‘Recent Medical Emergencies’ list even though it happened over a decade ago. Maybe once you learn to let go of the past we’ll be able to progress to a nomal, less-than tolerant understanding of each other. Until then, explain what’s wrong with you before I hand you off to the next medic I see in the hall.”

“Isn’t it obvious, Granger? I’d think that even you could see my so called ‘ailment.’”

Quizzically, she gave him a once-over. Nothing seemed to be bleeding profusely. All his limbs were intact. He didn’t seem to have any rash or charm acting on him at all.

“No, I’m sorry Draco, but I seem to be missing whatever little thing is bothering…” she trailed off. Her eyes had landed on his lap for a moment. The bulge there was unmistakable. “Draco, do you have an erection? God, it is just like you to come in here with that to try and fluster whoever sees you. Luckily I could care less about you,” she hurriedly filled out a release form, “Here, just drop this off at the front desk on your way out.”

“No!” he cried. “Honestly, Hermione, it’s nothing like that.” She eyed him carefully. “Look, last night I was with Pansy, and well…I just couldn’t get it to go away. At first it was sort of fun, you know? I mean, what man wouldn’t like to go at it all night long.” He grinned suggestively. “But now…its starting to hurt, Hermione. Could you please just take a look?”

She couldn’t believe what she was about to say. This couldn’t be happening.

“Draco, just…drop your pants.” She shuddered a bit. This was the boy who had tormented her and her friends, who had seemed to be on Voldemort’s side through and through. Yes, when push come to shove he had turned and helped them in the final battle, but still. He was an arrogant son of a bitch in the most literal sense of the word.

As he pulled at the buckle, he watched her. She tried not to react, not to blush, not to get flustered at the sight of Draco’s penis…but there it was. His cock was ridiculously erect, and she could see that he’d also sustained some chafing from all the sex he’d had with his newfound, and now less fun, toy of a problem.

“I’m going to have to examine it a bit closer, you know,” she ventured.

“Well come closer then,” he growled. “I’m obviously not going to hurt you, especially not with the vulnerable state I’m in right now.”

Hermione stood right in front of him and cast a warding charm on the room. That way, none of the ambient magic could possibly irritate Draco’s condition any further while she looked at him. Placing her hands inches away from his penis, she used her wandless magic and cast another detective charm on him. She could smell his cologne at this close distance; it was making her a bit dizzy. She knew that she shouldn’t be attracted to him in the slightest, but something about seeing Draco this vulnerable and the fact that he needed her help was arousing to Hermione. It’d been quite awhile since she’d been this close to a man’s cock; Ron and her had broken up over a year ago when they’d decided they were definitely better off as friends. It was too bad this was strictly a medical setting.

“Draco, it looks like someone has cast a Perenium charm on you.”

“A what now?”

“Have you been cheating on Pansy at all? And more importantly, does she have reason to suspect you’re cheating on her?”

“Well, um…I suppose she would have reason to, yes….why?”

“This charm can only be cast through the exchange of…well…bodily fluids.” She felt her face flush a bit at that, then she continued on. “However, its typically used to catch an unfaithful mate. If they’ve had intercourse with someone other than the person who cast the spell through their sex, then they’ll have a permanent and painful erection until its reversed.”

Draco’s eyes widened at that. “Please, Hermione, tell me you can reverse it. If I come home with this thing and Pansy finds out I’m fucked, and not literally. I mean, if it were literally I wouldn’t be complaining now, would I?”

Hermione reached into the drawer and pulled out a pill. Handing it to Draco, she also rummaged around for something else. “Take that pill, Draco, and it should fix everything. It looks like we’ve caught it before it needed anything drastic done.”

“Well then what else are you looking for?” he glared suspiciously.

“This.” Triumphantly, she hold up a tube of some sort of cream. “Now, I’m just going to apply this to the areas where you’ve experienced chafing-“

“Hold on just one moment!” he gasped. “You’re going to touch my penis? No way, Hermione; I appreciate the medicine and the fact that you’ve been understanding about all of this, but I can’t let you do that.”

“Come off it Draco,” she glared. “I’m you doctor. I’m not signing your release forms until you let me apply this salve.” She twisted off the cap and squirted a bit of the rather creamy substance into her palm. “It looks a bit like something else, doesn’t it?” she smirked. She paused just as her hand brushed his shaft. Was this really appropriate? Maybe she should just give the cream to him…but no. This was for the years of abuse at his hands. Now his most precious parts were in her palm, and there was nothing he could do about it.

She rubbed the cream up and down, gently caressing it and working it into the tender skin. He moaned, and she glanced up.

“Are you ok?” she asked, concerned. “Your erection doesn’t seem to be going down at all; if you’d like I could call down one of the senior medics-“

“Bloody hell, Hermione! You’re wanking me off and you’re surprised that I’m still hard? You’re standing there, in your rather form fitting Healer’s uniform, and you’re asking me if I’d like a senior medic to come down? For someone with such a high intelligence, you really aren’t the brightest witch I’ve seen when it comes to sex or, in this case, the male anatomy.”

That was it. She knew her face had to be as red as her Gryffindor crest had been during school. “I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t think…here. Let me just wash off my hands and I’ll be going-“

Her sentence was stopped by the sudden force of lips on hers. He pulled her closer, his head arching down to meet hers. Pushing her back against the exam table, he began to caress her breasts through the rather coarse cloth of her uniform. His tongue parted her lips, delving in and meeting hers with a ferocity she’d never known before. Her mind flickered to the thought that they were in the hospital; any moment someone could come through those doors, could hear her moans as Draco examined her body.

“Draco,” she whispered, coming up for air, “what about-“

“The warding charm you cast, remember? No one will hear us, and as long as there are still patients in this hospital, no one will think to disturb us.”

Sitting on the table, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She reached down to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off over his head. He sucked at her collarbone, making her wild. She needed him to touch her, closer, with nothing in between. They both worked at the small buttons of her blouse as though it couldn’t come off fast enough. Her lace bra was quickly unhooked by Draco’s expert hands.

“I’m an professional,” he grinned, laving her nipple with his tongue. She gasped at the sensation of him seeing her most private parts, then gave in to the moment. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, forcing him to squeeze and release them. He pulled one of his hands away and pulled up her skirt. Pushing her thong to the side, she felt his fingers slide in and out of her well lubricated cunt. His knuckle brushed her clit, making her moan into his ear as she pulled him closer. Her sighs were getting faster, and she realized that Draco wasn’t receiving the same attention. Pulling him up on the table, she pushed him onto his back.

“Still feeling a bit rigid, are we?” she grinned devilishly. She circled his cock with her hands, splaying her fingers along the length. She gave a little lick at the tip and giggled at how high he jumped from that one sensation. Each path she traced with her tongue got longer and longer, until she had him in her mouth. He moved in and out with such urgency that she was afraid he was going to cum too soon.

She let him go, and heard a gasp of disappointment from him.

“I’ve got something better in store,” Hermione smiled. She crept up on her hands and knees along the small table, being careful not to fall. She pulled her thong down and lifted her skirt to reveal herself to him. His eyes widened at the sight of Hermione showing her depths to him as though it was nothing. Placing one knee on either side of his hipbone, she once again grasped his cock in her hands, but this time she positioned herself directly above and slowly placed herself upon him. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fought to regain control. Once she was sure he was going to last a bit longer, she slowly moved up and down, watching as the changes in rhythm changed his response. He moved his hands down so that he could rub her as she rode him, and Hermione moved faster and harder with his massage to her clit. She gasped as she felt her orgasm come and her muscles spasm at the sensation of it all. Draco reared wildly and poured himself into her, and she collapsed with her head on his stomach. She could still feel him inside her, and she moved off to make him more comfortable. The paper that covered it had been torn to shreds; the fluids and sweat coated the table. Their clothes lay every which way on the floor.

Hermione grabbed her bra off the chair in the corner of the room where it had been tossed and went to hook it herself. To her surprise, Draco was up and willing to help her redress.

“I didn’t see you as the ‘let me help you with your things’ type of male,” she quipped, pulling her hair up so that he could see the clasps properly.

“I didn’t see you as the ‘let me ride you in my exam room’ type of female,” he returned.

“I suppose we both have some surprises up our sleeves, then? How’s your erection? Has the medicine worked?”

“As well as can be hoped when I’m in a room with you,” he laughed, pulling up his pants over his already hardening cock. “I suppose I’ll have to make do with Pansy. I can’t be visiting St. Mungo’s too often or they’ll check me into a ward of some sort.”

“She wrapped his belt back around his waist, tightening it slowly. She let her hands brush his fly, lingering on the zipper there. “Just make sure she doesn’t catch you again. You can never be too careful.” With one last sly grin, she buttoned up her shirt and pulled herself together. Still stunned, Draco could do nothing but watch her leave the exam room.