Hermione's jaw swung open, the sugar quill quickly slipping from her mouth. She slowly stood to shake hands with her new patient.

"Hello," she said in a shaky voice, then clearing her throat she began again, "Hello, I am Dr. Hermione Granger." She raised her slender

hand for him to shake.

Draco just stood there, as if shocked. Why did these things always happen to him, why? He stared at her hand for a few seconds, and

then brought his up to shake. Well, glad that part is over, he thought to himself. Then noticing that his lower half had a very unwanted

visitor, he quickly sat down on the velvet couch behind him. How can she do this kind of thing to me? He thought angrily. With a simple

hand shake, she can give me an erection, he snorted to himself, God, I must be really horny. He gave himself a mental shake and tried

desperately to focus on what she was saying.

"Draco," Hermione said, glancing down at the clipboard she was holding, pretending to make a note. This did not go unnoticed by the

Malfoy heir, and strangely it gave him satisfaction to know that she was just as off-balance as he was by this strange turn of events.

"So, my notes show that a Narcissa Malfoy requested therapy for you. Your mother, I presume," Hermione said, already knowing the

answer. She had met Narcissa the summer before her forth year at Hogwarts, during the Quidditch Cup. Malfoy merely nodded his

assent.

"Now we will start with this topic. Could you perhaps tell me why your mother would think you needed therapy?" she said, putting on a

mask of indifference. Draco stared at her and with as little feeling as he could use he said, "Well, let's see. One, during the war I drove

my own father to insanity by performing the crutacius curse, two, he unfortunately didn't die, leaving me the burden of an empty shell for

a father, three, my mother has been forcing woman upon woman at me, trying to get me to fall in love, get married, have 10 children and

run the manor, all in the course of a year, four, my best friend also seems to think I'm lonely and has been forcing more women on me,

five, I haven't managed to have a steady relationship since the war, six, the woman I truly lo-"

He stopped abruptly. He simply couldn't tell Hermione about this sixth problem. It was just to- personal.

"What were you saying Draco", Hermione said with interest, "Please continue."

"That one isn't important," he said hurriedly. What he had been meaning to say was that the woman he truly loved not only had no idea

that he had feelings for her, but had been his enemy up until the war, when he had joined sides with the-boy-who-lived. He simply

couldn't tell her that, she was definitely not a stupid witch, she would figure out immediately who he was talking about.

Her.

"Very well," Hermione sighed. She rose from her chair and walked over to him, placing her hands on his head. He jumped back as if

startled.

"You do know how therapy works, correct Mr. Malfoy? Hermione said, humor touching her features. I will be skimming over

memories of yours; it helps me to

learn what you wouldn't necessarily tell me. Draco paled for a second, but regained his composure. He had no memories of her, at least

none that showed his feelings for her. At least he hoped not.

Hermione once again placed her hands on his head, loving the silky feel of his pale blonde locks and said clearly," Ostendo sum quis est

occultus," feeling herself being pulled into his memories.

ostendo sum quis est occultus is translated to reveal what is hidden.

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