Chapter 2-The Hogwarts Therapist
"What on EARTH are you wearing Miss Granger?! I know you lost a lot over the past year but you really need to snap out of this! Even Professor Snape is worried for Merlin's sake!"
Beside her was a wizard smiling at me as if he was a doctor looking at a very ill patient who had little hope of survival. "Hello I am Doctor Miles Roundtree, I am the newly appointed school therapist, and I hope we can get to know each other better." He said in a very American voice. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a purple converses & a short sleeve purple shirt, overall he looked relaxed and very informal.
He walked up to me and sat down on the coffee table, "this is under control now Minerva" he said.
"So tell me what has happened since you went on the run?" he asked. I proceeded to tell him what we, Harry, Ron & I, did whilst we were on the run, I went in to a tell but don't feel state, where I just ran through the months we were on the run.
When I got to the battle I started crying but by the time I got to Ron's death I was sobbing.
It was so hard telling all of this, I felt as if my heart was shattering. All of a sudden a door burst open and a pair of muscular arms surrounded me in a very tight hug as if he was trying to keep me together.
"Draco?" I asked, he nodded "are you ok?" "I was talking about the battle, which started me crying, but then I got to Ron's death and it was like re-living the experience, and that hurt so much." I choked out the part where I mentioned Ron's death and he hugged me even tighter.
I continued my story and got to the present day. "So, tell me what are you most scared of now and before this great war?"
"Before the war I was scared of failure of any sort but now I am scared of forgetting Ron because I lived and he didn't." "I see, what makes you think that you will forget him?" he asked. "The people in my life right now, who are around are alive and are there for me."
The man nodded his head "tell me, have you ever been forgetful of the people in the past?" I shook my head. "So on what basis did you formulate the theory that you would forget someone who was so dear to you that at the very mention of his death causes you to weep!"
"Because I don't want to know that he is dead, it hurts too much!" I yell at him, and then I continue to cry in to Draco's shoulder. "I am so sorry for the water works Draco, I must be ruining…" then I realise that he is shirtless. I can't help but look, quidditch has done his body some very good things, he isn't too muscly but enough to tell you that they are there.
"Am I distracting you Hermione?" he whispers in my ear, for some reason I know he is smirking "Umm, pretty well, certainly not thinking of much now" I say. "Good" he whispers in my ear, I shiver, he chuckles. His breath is very warm.
A person clears their throat; I look up and see the guy I was chatting to, before Draco and his chest distracted me, smiling at us looking like he was trying to hold in laughter.
We chatted a while after that but I started getting tired so he left. I went to walk up to my bedroom when Draco stopped me.
"Did you like what you see Hermione?" he asked with a smirk on his face, then I looked down at his pale chest again, I touched it "I think I have found a new fondness of quidditch, if it does this to men's body's" I answered.
He smiled at me "I don't think I have ever seen you smile before now, you should do it more often" I say. "Thank-you Hermione, I will try to smile more but only if you do as well."
"I haven't had much reason to smile about lately" I say sadly. "What if I make it my mission to smile once each day, how about that?" I thought about it for a second "you can try but it might be harder than you think." I tell him.
Draco's P.O.V.
I grabbed hold of her, dropped us to the floor, with me on to, and started to tickle her.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I squealed and giggled, I almost found it hard to breathe, and "Please, stop" I laughed at him.
"You're smiling so I may stop… ahh ok." Then he stopped tickling me "your smiling now" he said, then I accidently look at his chest. "Can I ask you a favour?" he nodded "can I sleep beside you please; I don't want to be alone tonight."