Healing hands

HEALING HANDS

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and any of the elements of J K Rowling’s world.

Harry and Hermione had been duelling for more than three hours. Due to a unlucky fall, Hermione had injured her right arm and had a little scratch on her beautiful face. Even though it was really a small wound, it didn’t stop bleeding

Harry, worried about his best friend and woman he secretly loved, thought she should go to see Madam Pomfrey to take care of the scratch. Hermione said it wasn’t necessary, because it would eventually stop bleeding.

Harry wasn’t convinced and he decided to take the matter in his own hands. In his eally strong hands. And sexy, of course.

Being in the Room of Requirement, Harry thought about a comfy sofa where they could it down.

‘Yeah, a cosy one, so I can cuddle with her’ Harry thought.

So a very, very cosy sofa appeared in the middle of the room, just where they had been training earlier.

“C’mon, Mione, sit down. I will heal your scratch”

“Honestly, harry. How many times have I told you that I don’t need...”

“Hermione, shut up and sit down”

Hermione, who was extremely surprised of Harry’s outburst, sat down.

“Ok” she said with a tiny voice.

Harry conjured some ointments and other materials so as to attend her bleeding scratch. First he took a good piece of cotton wool and soaked it with alcohol to disinfect the scratch and to take the remainder of blood off of her face. Once it was cleaned, he put a few stitches on it.

He couldn’t do anything but gaze into the hazel pools she had for eyes while he was stroking her injured cheek. To Hermione happened exactly the same. His emerald orbs were watching her in the most intense way that she had ever been looked at. Her heart skipped some beats, and smiling, she uttered a gentle thanks.

Harry, hearing Hermione’s voice, realised that he was going to make a mistake if he went on observing her. He dropped his hand from her face, causing Hermione to miss the heat that was radiating from Harry’s body.

Hermione watched how his best friend plopped beside her on the couch and rubbed his eyes with the hand that had been caressing her, and she let out a deep sigh.

Harry turned his head to see her, having heard her sigh, and studied her features. She was now looking the space in front of her, so he could admire her perfect profile. He didn’t miss anything. His eyes went all over her, from her bushy hair to her feet.

Sensing her awkwardness, he put an arm on her shoulders, making her move until she was pressed against his broad chest. Hermione put a hand over his heart. He covered that same hand with his left had and whispered in her ear:

“Just for you to know” squeezing her hand against his heart “this is all yours”

Hermione hid her face in Harry’s neck and he could feel her smiling face on his sweaty skin. And felt her lips moving:

“I would take your hand and put it over my heart and tell you exactly the same, but I think it would be too naughty for me”

“I will be satisfied if you tell me that you love me too”

”I do”

“That’s enough… but I expect that some day you will let me do naughty things to you”

Hermione hit him and, raising her head to him, received the sweetest kiss.

Author’s note: It was supposed to be a short drabble, but I started writing and it was longer than I first thought it would be. I hope you like it, and I ask for you to comment about my use of English, since one of the main reasons I am writing is to improve the language (I don not speak or use English as regularly as I want)

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PS (12-5-2007): Thanks to The man in black, who warned me I had made a mistake. It has been fixed.