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*Dramione*Dramione*Dramione*
"Evanesce." The healer muttered, focusing on the excess uterine cells within Hermione. Her brow furrowed. Each time Mrs. Granger came in for a treatment, the cells seemed to have spread even further. She tried to spell them all away, but there were getting to be too many and she risked banishing healthy cells from her patient's body.
"Mrs. Weasely, I have done all I can do." Healer Murphy paused. "The cells are starting to spread further. I'm not sure how much longer we will be able to contain them. As you know, there is no cure for endometriosis. I urge you to reconsider a hysteric-" The other woman cut her off.
"I'm sorry, Healer Murphy, but that's just not possible for me." She said, pulling down her shirt. She winced as the fabric brushed over her skin. Despite the numbing charm, everything was still sensitive and would continue to be for a few days.
"Yes M'am." She nodded before turning to her pupil. "Healer Malfoy, do you have any questions about the treatment you witnessed?" The pale-haired man chewed on his lip.
"Is there anyway to permanently prevent the cells from returning, Healer Murphy? If we can banish them from the body, how come we cannot banish the disease as a whole from the body?"
"No, Healer Malfoy. Sadly, that is not possible. Because the disease is engrained into the cellular make-up, it would be impossible to do without banishing all of the cells both the healthy and unhealthy, in the area. It already puts the patient at great risk to banish these unhealthy cells, as if a single cell is moved too far out of place, the entire body can crash."
Draco nodded in understanding. He glanced over at Hermione. Did she really understand how much danger she was putting herself with this treatment? Cellular banishment was near unpracticed nowadays due to the danger it could cause. In fact Saint Mungos' ethics board was set to debate on if the practice of cellular banishment was even ethical to use.
"Mrs. Weasely how is the pain?" Murphy asked her patient. Hermione grimaced slightly in response.
"I'm still experiencing the same sensitivity as last time, and a little soreness." She said, trying to sit up.
"Mrs. Weasely, please don't try and move just yet. Your body needs a few moments to readjust. Now, is the soreness worse than that of the last treatment?" The healer asked, placing her hand on Hermione's shoulder and gently pushing her down. The witch huffed, folding her arms over her chest.
"It's about the same, though a little worse." She said with a shrug. Murphy pursed her lips.
"Next time, I will use a stronger numbing spell; however, it is possible that it will leave you without feeling in the lower half of your body for several hours."
"I think I might actually be a little thankful for that." Hermione replied with a slight smile. Not being able to feel meant she wouldn't be able to feel the pain like normal, didn't sound to bad to her.
"While I understand why you might feel that way, it would also make it impossible to tell if something went wrong with the treatment." The healer said, raising a disapproving eyebrow. Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes. She didn't particularly care about that, she'd just like to have a few hours during which she knew her body couldn't cause her pain.
"Regardless, we'll see next month. Until our next session, please remember what I told you last time about eating properly. Also, just consider the surgery. Talk it over with your husband and family. I have several pamphlets on the subject for you to take with you and read." Murphy pulled a few papers out of her robe pocket and handed them to the other woman. "If the pain becomes worse, floo here immediately. It could be signaling that something went wrong with the spells."
Hermione nodded and folded up the pamphlets, putting them in her jacket. She'd trash them when she got home.
"Healer Malfoy, could you please escort Mrs. Weasely to the floo in ten minutes? Her body should be adjusted by then. I need to go file my notes from the appointment. Mrs. Weasely, do not be afraid to send me an owl if you have any questions." The elder woman nodded and turned towards the door without waiting for her pupl to respond.
"Healer Murphy-" Hermione began to say, but the door closed before she could finish.
"Fuck." She whispered.
"Not happy to be left with me, Mrs. Weasely?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Something like that." She snapped at the man. Draco frowned.
"Why's kitty got her claws out today?" He asked, dropping his previous professional manner.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's cause I just add a bunch of shit banished from my uterus." She ran a hand through her hair with a frustrated sigh. Her bangs flopped back on to her forehead as she removed her hand. Draco shook his head and smiled.
"I thought you were stronger than that Granger."
"Fuck you, Draco." She hissed.
"I'm sorry, isn't that Weasel's job now a days?" He asked, with a playful sneer.
"Oh, yea. I forgot, you quit that job a few years ago." She tapped her finger to her lip. "What was the reason you wrote in your two weeks? Something about finding someone else to fuck and never really loving your partner, right?" Draco's eyes hardened.
"I think you misread the letter if that's what you remember. In fact, I don't remember sending in a letter at all. I thought I was fired because my boss was jealous and thought I was working for someone else on the side." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Isn't it funny how some people remember just what they want to remember and nothing more?" She asked, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. She opened them and looked at Draco's face. His eyebrows were narrowed and the corner of his lip was lifted, his classic anger face. She held back a laugh.
"Yep. It's hilarious." Draco responded, sneering. The two stared into one another's eyes, waiting to see which one of them who give up first.
"Quite." She responded flatly. She remembered things right, unlike him. She could even still remember when he heard him moan Pansy's name when they were making love, something he refused to admit he'd done.
Draco sighed. Hermione was delusional about the end of their relationship. She had accused him of moaning Pug-face Pansy's name during sex. Why the hell would he have been thinking about Pansy? Even after all these years, she apparently still thought he'd cheated on her. For the brightest witch of her age, she was really fucking stupid. He took a deep breath. It didn't really matter any more, anyways.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, slipping back into his healer mode. She was a patient first, ex-girlfriend second. He needed to do his job.
"Now you're asking how I feel? After all these years?" She slid her tongue along the inside of her lip, trying to bite back her anger. He had no right to ask her that. He didn't deserve to know anything about her feelings or her for that matter.
"I was referring to your abdomen. I was wondering if you were well enough to walk." He responded with a raised eyebrow. Her lower lip dropped slightly.
"Oh." She said. "Um, I'm okay. I think I can floo home now." She said, sitting up. She bit her lower lip as a dull pain hit her uterus. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand. Draco grabbed hold of her elbow with one hand and placed the other on her back, helping her to stand.
"I don't need your help." Hermione muttered at the man.
"Look, just let me do my job, okay?" He asked, worried that if he let go of her, she'd fall over.
"Fine." The two walked slowly out of the room and towards the hospital's fireplaces. Draco led her to an open one and handed her some floo powder before leaning in and whispering in her ear.
"You know, I was moaning your name. Not Pansy's. And sometimes, I still moan you're name." He said, before turning around and walking away. Hermione rolled her eyes. Sure he did.
"Flat 208. London." She shouted tossing the powder to the ground. Green flames rushed up around her, flooding her sight. She stared at Draco's retreating form until it was replaced with the dingy carpet of her flat. She sighed and headed back towards her bedroom.
This time, Ron's red head rested on a pillow. She unbuttoned and slipped off her jeans before climbing in bed with him. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but in his sleep he rolled on to his side and away from her. She rolled on to her back and stared up at the ceiling.
The swirls and bumps of the popcorn texture formed shapes. She traced different ones with her eyes, pretending they were forming dogs and stars. One shape looked like a person's face with lips puckered as if they were about to kiss someone. Next to the face was a few popcorn bumps that created a frog, just like the old fairytale of the princess who kissed a frog. She laughed softly to herself, not wanting to wake her sleeping husband.
Her mother had read that story to her a thousand times when she was a child. She'd put Hermione on her lap and the little girl would lean into her mother's chest and listen to the story until her eyelids became to heavy to keep open.
Hermione sighed. She'd never gone back and found her parents. When she'd talked about her plans of going and undoing the spell with some of the Order members they'd looked at her pitifully and told her the spell could never fully be undone. It had something to do with how it changed the brain. They said it was more likely that undoing the spell would cause her parents to suffer brain damage, so she had just left them in Australia.
Though, she did still wish that her father could've walked her down the aisle at her wedding. The day hadn't felt right without them there. Mr. Weasely had offered, but she'd refused and walked by herself.
She rolled on to her stomach, wincing at the dull pain. She closed her eyes buried her face in her pillow. There were a lot of things she wished she could've changed about that wedding, but it hadn't really been her wedding as much as just a regular old Weasely wedding, which meant it was huge and Molly Weasely run. As much as she adored her mother-in-law, she couldn't stand the woman sometimes.
The bed shifted as Ron grunted beside her.
"Mione?" He whispered, rolling over to look at her. She stilled, pretending to be asleep. She didn't feel like explaining where she'd been or really talking at all. He sighed before leaning over and kissing the back of her head.
"I've gotta go back into work, babe. They just let me come home to grab a few hours of sleep. I'll be home tomorrow morning." He mumbled into her hair, knowing she was awake. He got up and walked into the living room where he apparated back to the Ministry.
Hermione rolled on to her side and stared at the indent where Ron had been laying. She scooted over into it, smiling slightly at the warmth he'd left behind.
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