TRIGGER WARNING: MIGHT CONTAIN DESCRIPTIONS OF GRAPHIC INJURIES.
The door of the Head's common room squeaked eerily as it opened. But Hermione Granger didn't fear it anymore. It was instinct to keep a hand on her wand and her eyes open, but she trusted the boy she shared the dorms with.
"Draco, where were you?" she asked, not bothering to look up from her book. Until she heard a dull thud by the door. Peering over the couch, she saw him. Blond hair bloodied, bruises lining his face, and blood seeping out from his shirt once again. "Draco!"
Hermione jumped up, carelessly throwing her book aside. She rushed to his side, laying his head down on her lap. "What the hell is wrong with you? Another fight?"
He stared up at her, giving a weak smile. "You know me, Granger."
Hermione sighed, using her wand to levitate his heavy body to his room. She followed suitly behind, using a wandless spell to have medical supplies fly in beside him. He hit the bed with a thud, grunting as his head bumped the headboard.
"Now, Draco," Hermione started in a stern tone, sitting down next to him. She had him sit up so she could arrange some pillows and keep him upright. She made sure he was in the middle of the bed so she had room to work, as well. "Care to tell me what happened?"
"No, not really," Draco smirked attempting to pull her down but winced instead.
Hermione giggled silently, leaning over to unbutton his school shirt. She gently peeled the bloodstained garment from his torso. She couldn't help but gasp as she saw something oddly familiar.
"You splinched, didn't you?"
"That's part of it," Draco chuckled, trying to mask a whimper.
Hermione looked him over. There were wild cuts lining his midriff and a small chunk missing from the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His body also had bruises all over it. She sighed, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
"Draco, did you get in a fight and try to apparate away?"
He nodded in shame. "Some bloody brutes jumped me in Hogsmeade. Said that Death Eaters weren't welcome. I couldn't reach my wand in time, and I fought back as best I could. There were five of 'em, and I couldn't do anything. The second they laid off, I apparated to the eighth year spot McGonagall set up, but I wasn't paying attention. So I splinched and made it back here as well I could."
Hermione nodded, pulling away to grab her wand and a vial of Dittany. She mumbled a spell that she found in Snape's books. The one that heals Sectumsempra cuts. Sure, it heals those, but it also worked on deeper cuts. She could use it on the missing chunk on his shoulder.
"All right, this is going to feel like when your scars were healed in sixth year," she mumbled, laying her wand by his shoulder. "Hold my hand if you need to."
Draco exhaled, gripping her hand as she mumbled something incoherent. It felt like pure fire and ice at the same time. He couldn't help his yelp of pain and how harshly he gripped her hand.
"All done there." She laid a small kiss on his shoulder. "Feel okay?"
Draco nodded, using his other hand to pull her in by his face. "Feels perfect." He pressed his lips to hers, capturing her bottom lip between his. "I think for every wound you heal, I get to kiss you."
"Wouldn't it be the other way around? Since I'm doing the favor?"
"No, because you love me and I'm in pain."
Hermione laughed, setting her wand aside and pulling out the vial. "Now this is more of a sting. It's for the cuts on your midriff."
"You mean my abs?" Draco choked out, feeling a wave of pain. "Get on with it, please."
Hermione placed his hand on her calf instead of her hand, since she needed both. She opened the bottle with a pop, beginning to pour it over his entire chest. There was gentle pressure on her leg, since this wasn't as painful. She still needed to pour it on his shoulder, though, so she did so quickly.
"Fucking hell," Draco cursed as she poured it there. Slowly but surely, the bleeding stopped and he looked normal again. Hermione took some bandages with magical ointment on them, for the bruises, and began to wrap them around his torso.
His belly looked mummified and she couldn't help her light chuckles. She glanced at his face. "So, that's about five minutes of kissing, not including the face?"
"No," Draco countered with a smirk. "It's fifteen, including the face."
Hermione laughed, whispering some light healing spells for his face. The bruises on his lip, eyebrow, and cheekbone disappeared and the blood seeped back in.
"Now it's fifteen," she smirked, leaning down to an inch above his face. "Right, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Hell," he whispered, yanking her down with force to taste her lips again.
