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Hermione eyed the stack of papers that was sitting on her desk in her office at St.Mungos. She knew that she needed to get through the entire stack before her shift was over. 

Paperwork at St.Mungos was never-ending, so Hermione always felt like she was drowning it in. 

Settling in her chair, she began to rifle through each stack meticulously. What she didn’t account for was a letter from the Ministry summoning her at the request of the Minister himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt. 

What could Kingsley possibly want? She thought.

Reading the letter a bit more, she realized that it seemed St.Mungos needed a healer to treat patients for health evaluations and check-ups. 

Continuing to read, from the way the letter sounded, it was like she was their last resort seeing as she was one of the people who testified at some of the inmates' trials during 1999. 

There were a few names she didn’t recognize, but then once she got down to the bottom of the list, a name she knew. 

Draco Malfoy inmate #8102491 .

Hermione let out a sigh and she began to think, What the fuck is Kingsley playing at? Why me, of all people?

It’s like he knew she wouldn’t back out if he gave her a choice, which was the reason for the summoning to the Ministry. 

Breathing deeply, she finished reading the letter, set it aside, and refocused her attention to more pressing matters before she headed to the Ministry.

Just as she was going to pick up a patient file, a patronus bound into the room. 

Immediately, she recognized the patronus belonging to her best friend, Harry Potter. 

‘ Sorry to bother you at work Mi, but I’m sure you have read the letter from Kingsley. I know he said to meet him at a certain time later today, but he wants to push that up and have you meet him now. ’ Harry’s voice flowed through the message.

Hermione let out a sigh and she rubbed her hands over her face. So much for getting any more work done. 

Conjuring her patronus, she then relayed a quick message, “Now? What could he possibly need me for? You know what, don’t answer that. I’m on my way.” 

Grabbing her things, she also made her way to her co-worker’s office. “Hey Eliana? I need to head to the Ministry.” Hermione informed her. 

“I know,” Eliana said, casting a downward look. 

“You knew?” Hermione asked. 

“Somewhat yes. I knew that you were going to be summoned because I was asked to do this and I declined.” Eliana said honestly. 

“And you really think I’ll be the best choice for this?” Hermione asked her seriously. 

“I think so, yes.” 

Hermione sighed, “I won’t be back for three or four days. I’m heading to the ministry and then I have to head to Azkaban for the evaluations/check-ups and then I’m heading to Harry’s place for the weekend.” 

“Oh really?” Eliana asks. 

Hermione nodded. “Yeah. We had planned a little get-together at his place and I think he was planning on asking Luna to marry him, but please do not say anything to her. She doesn’t know.” 

“I won’t. My lips are sealed.” Eliana promised. “Good. Now, I’m taking off to the ministry.” 

“Let me know how it goes?” 

“Of course.” Hermione nodded and she stepped into St.Mungos main lobby where there were multiple floo connections.

Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Hermione called out her destination quickly and with ease. 

****

Arriving in the atrium, Hermione immediately saw how busy the ministry had gotten. 

Taking a deep breath, she headed towards the Minister’s office before stopping and speaking to the secretary. 

“Afternoon Imelda, I’m here to see the Minister,” Hermione said. 

“Ah, I do see you’re scheduled to see him, Ms.Granger. Let me just let him know you are on your way up.” 

“Of course.” 

A few moments passed before Hermione was finally let into the minister’s office and boy was she a bit angry. 

Storming into the office, she all but saw Kingsley lounging in his chair, going over what seemed like paperwork. 

“Good afternoon Hermione.” Kingsley acknowledged. 

“While I appreciate the pleasantries Kingsley,” she began, “Why now? Why am I being sent to Azkaban to check on patients now? After all these years?” 

“No healer wanted to go.” 

“Over the last 6 years? You’re telling me that I’m the last resort? When you damn well know that I’ve been telling you that I should have been the first healer you should have contacted?!” She hissed. 

“They are death eaters, Hermione,” Kingsley stated bluntly. 

“I do not give a flying fuck! Just because they were death eaters, means that they should not get wellness check-ups?! Godric Kingsley, pardon my harsh language, but how the fuck were you given the position of Minister?! You were going to deny wizards a right to their healthcare?” 

Unfazed by her statement, Kingsley spoke, “If you won’t do it, I can certainly find someone else.” 

Hermione took a deep breath before speaking, “In no way did I just say that I wouldn’t do it, Minister. You will see to it that I become their personal healer.” 

Kingsley nodded. “The ones on the list, correct?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you’re certain you’re okay with being Malfoy’s healer?” 

Hermione’s heart clenched at the mention of Draco’s last name. “Yes Minister. Also, I will see to it that Mr.Malfoy is released soon as well. He had no part in the war except for being held essentially hostage by the Dark Lord in his own home.  He was a teenager, like me, who had no choice in the matter.” 

Kingsley nodded stiffly, “That is your prerogative, Ms.Granger. But you will have to speak with the DMLE.”

Glaring at the minister, Hermione grabbed her things and she once again stormed out of his office and you could visibly see her magic radiating off of her as she was angry beyond relief.

Quickly heading towards the DLME, Hermione found her best friend's office and knocked twice before she heard him call out, “Come in.” 

She quietly entered the office and Harry immediately knew something was off. 

“What happened?” 

“I’m due to go to Azkaban to give an inmate a medical examination and to check their mental health.”

“Who?” 

“Malfoy.” She whispered. 

Harry’s eyes widened, “Lu’s cousin?” 

“Do you know any other Malfoy?” She replied stoically. 

Harry rolled his eyes, “Anything else?”

“I also need to speak with you about a potential release of an inmate.” 

“Hermione, I—.”

“Harry, please. You and I both know Draco wasn’t really a death eater! He was forced. He had no choice”. Hermione said. 

“What did Kingsley say?” 

Hermione scoffed, “Minister Shacklebolt couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.” 

Harry sighed, “I’ll see to it and speak to one of the judges about it. But Hermione?” 

“Yeah, Harry?” 

“Do you still love him?” 

“I never stopped Harry,” Hermione replied and she then apparated from his office and into her flat.

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The next few days passed and Hermione was a bit nervous about the fact that she was going to be heading to Azkaban at the behest of the Minister. 

Granted, she wanted to do it but she wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing the one person who meant everything to her. 

And all she could think about was Does he still feel the same? And What if he wants nothing to do with me?

Shaking her head and those thoughts from her head, Hermione quickly got dressed in the scrubs she wore while working at St.Mungos and she also grabbed her badge and headed to the floo.

Closing her eyes, she called out her destination and she felt the distinct pull of the floo. 

A couple of seconds later, she was standing in the holding area for officials, healers, and high-ups in the Ministry. 

“Good afternoon, Healer Granger. I take it you are here to see an inmate?” One of the prison guards asked. 

“I am,” She nodded. “I’m here to see Draco Malfoy.” 

The guard gave her a hesitant look. “Ms.Granger.”

“I’m here to do my job as you are. Please do not impede my job.” She stated sincerely. 

The prison guard nodded and he led her towards the cell where Draco was being held. This was it. 

Letting out the breath she was holding, she followed the guard quietly.

“We will let you begin your initial evaluation and then we will bring you to the infirmary for further tests and such.” 

“Just one question, am I allowed to have privacy spells up?” Hermione asked as she quirked up an eyebrow. 

“That’s fine. But as long as the prisoner does not grab your wand, are we clear?” The guard stated gruffly. 

Hermione nodded.

The guard opened the cell door, causing Draco to look up and squint his eyes as the sudden movement.

“Malfoy, Healer Granger is here to give you a health eval and run some tests.” 

Draco’s eyes widened at the mention of Hermione’s last name and then he finally caught sight of the girl, no scratch that woman he had loved for years.

“I can take it from here,” Hermione nodded and the guard left the cell. 

Draco shook his head and rubbed his eyes in hopes that he was dreaming or hallucinating at best.

“Are you real?” He whispered. 

“Hi my dragon,” Hermione said as her eyes filled with unshed tears. 

“How—?” 

“I’m officially your healer until you are released from this hell hole,” Hermione informed him. 

“That’s impossible,” Draco began, “I was told no healer ever wanted to step near a death eater.” 

“That’s because Kingsley kept passing it off and finally I was given the position to be your healer,” Hermione explained. 

“Fucking bastard,” Draco grumbled. 

“Oh, believe me, I gave him a piece of my mind.” 

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Oh did you?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

****

“I’m going to be casting a muffliato and a powerful concealment charm and then I’m going to begin my examinations.” 

“Be my guest, I’m not going anywhere.” Draco shrugged his shoulders. 

Within a few moments later, the spells were put into place. 

“Alright, I’m going to ask you to remove your shirt please.” She instructed carefully. 

Slowly and hesitantly,  Draco removed his top which revealed more scars than Hermione could remember. “How—?” 

“Too long of a story to tell.” He replied shortly. 

Tentatively, Hermione ran her fingers over the scars, “I’m sorry.”

Draco’s breath hitched once she touched a very particular scar, “Not your fault.” 

Hermione began to examine the scars a bit more thoroughly and she then began to examine the arm that had the dark mark and it was covered in scars and fresh scratches. 

Draco hissed in pain as she lightly touched the area. 

“I’m sorry.” She murmured quietly. 

“It’s fine. I just never had the area treated before.” He said. 

“That changes now,” Hermione replied. 

Draco nodded silently and he watched her. 

“You know…I’ve missed you.” 

Hermione looked up at him, “Did you now?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And what did you miss?” She wondered. 

“You.” 

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh yeah?” 

Gulping, Draco nodded. 

“Please, tell me,” She began as her hand trailed down his pants.

“You missed when I touched you?” She slowly ran her hand down his pants once more and she could feel how hard he was getting.

She could also see that he was trying to refrain from moaning. 

“Oh come on baby, I wanna hear you moan my name, it’s been ages,” Hermione commented. 

“Oh fuck, Hermione.” He moaned. 

“Mmm..that’s my good boy. You like when I take charge huh?” 

“You know I do,” he whimpered pathetically. 

“I need to finish my exam, will you be a good boy and stay still for me?” She asked, knowing fully that he would succumb to her wishes. 

“If you must.” He huffed. 

Hermione began to press kisses against his collarbone and her hands slowly scratched his back which made him moan. “If this is you finishing your exam, I think I’ll like having you as my healer.” He smirked.

“And what else shall I do during my closing exam, Mr.Malfoy?” Hermione asked. 

Draco caught the look she was giving him. She was challenging him. He knew that she enjoyed bossing him around and he, of course, enjoyed it. 

“Anything you want,” 

Raising an eyebrow, Hermione grabbed his face and soon they were a mere meter away from each other. 

“Anything?” Draco nodded. 

Hermione smirked and she commanded, “On your knees now.” 

Alarmed at her sudden request,  he complied and knelt in front of her. 

She placed her foot on top of his dick and applied a tiny bit of pressure which made him gasp and moan a bit, “H-hermione.” 

“Hm?” 

“You’re treading on dangerous waters, my love.” He responded once he regained his composure. 

Innocently, Hermione flashed him a sweet look, “But I thought you loved me bossing you around.” 

“Oh I do. And I enjoy it so much baby,” 

“Then you’ll just let me finish, yeah?” 

Curious as to what she meant, Draco then asked for permission to stand and before he knew it, Hermione was now kneeling in front of him and slowly pulling down his pants. 

“Oh fuck.” Draco groaned as he felt Hermione begin to stroke and pump him a few times. 

She then flicked her tongue across the head of his weeping cock, “I’ve missed how you taste”. She moaned softly before sticking her tongue out to place his head on her tongue. 

“Fuck baby, I’m not going to last long. Are you sure this is what you want?” She glared at him before removing him from her mouth to nip at his hip. 

“Don’t question me again Draco Malfoy, I’m your Healer. Remember?” He groaned as quietly as he could before nodding out a “Yes. Hermione, anything you want. I’m yours.” 

A devilish grin formed on her lips before she took half of his length in her mouth, stroking what didn’t fit with her hand. She set a painfully slow pace as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft before reaching for his hands to place them on the back of her head. 

He knew what this meant, she wanted him to use her mouth and who was he to deny his Witch when she looked so pretty with her lips wrapped around his neglected cock. Roughly he began to fuck her mouth, moans leaving each of their mouths and the vibrations of her moaning around him had him close to finishing within minutes.

 “I’m going to come, Hermione, please, please can I come?” She grabbed his hip pulling him in closer as she took the entire length of him down her throat, it was enough to send him hurdling to his orgasm shooting stream after stream into her mouth. 

She took her time licking up any she may have missed before placing him back into his pants and rising from her knees. He couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Are you sure this isn’t some dream Hermione?” He asked weakly, still winded from his orgasm and the overwhelming notion that she was actually here. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, her tongue nudging for entry as she deepened their kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, he needed more of her. He had gone too long without his Witch.

Pulling away, Hermione replied softly, “Nope not a dream. I’m very much real.” 

“Thank fuck. But now I have a question for you, do I get the pleasure of satisfying my witch?” 

“If you must.” She cast him a playful look. 

“Lie down.” He ordered. 

Obeying his order, Hermione quickly laid on the newly transformed cot and she let out a gasp of surprise as she quickly felt Draco place a kiss on her sensitive spot and he flicked his tongue which made Hermione arch. With her pleasure climbing, Draco brought a finger to her entrance, teasingly dipping it into the wet heat before gliding in.

“ Oh .” Hermione moaned as she fisted his hair which made Draco grunt and the vibrations traveled through her core as he pushed a second finger in, aided by her arousal. “Oh godric Draco, just like that,” 

Lifting his head to catch a glimpse of his witch, he smirked and he then began to keep going before Hermione felt like she was going to cum. 

“I..oh Draco I need..to cum.” She rasped out. 

“Not yet my love.” He soothed. 

Hermione squirmed as she could feel her orgasm building. “Draco..” 

He quickly repositioned himself between her legs and he dipped his head low and he placed several kisses on her neck. 

Hermione ran her hands along his shoulders, widening her legs. Finally, she felt the pressure of him at her entrance. Steadily, Draco pushed himself inside her.

“Gods baby, I’ve missed the way you feel,” Draco husked out as he began to pick up the movements and his ministrations. “Let go baby, cum for me.” 

“Ohhhh fuck.” Hermione cried out as she felt her orgasm ripple and pulsate through her. Draco quickly picked up the pace and he let out a guttural groan as he felt himself release inside her.

Catching their breaths, they lay quietly in each other’s arms relishing the post-bliss. 

“And is my healer now satisfied?” 

“Very.” 

Nearly an hour later and with Hermione very much satisfied as was Draco, she knew she had to tell him that she was going to petition for him to be released from azkaban. 

With both of them now dressed, Hermione in her scrubs and Draco in his prison uniform, Hermione noticed a shift in his attitude. 

“What’s wrong my dragon?” She asked as she stood in between his legs. 

“When will I see you again?” He murmured pathetically. 

“Soon, I promise. I’ve talked to Harry about getting you released and exonerated from all charges.” She informed him. 

Draco lifted his head so that he was now looking at Hermione directly. “Released? Now that’s funny.” 

“I’m not laughing, Draco. I promise you. You will be getting out. I mean that.” She murmured as she cupped his cheek. “It’s you and I right? Always and forever.” 

“You remember that?” He asked. 

“Of course I do. It’s what you told me right after I was hurt at Malfoy Manor.” 

“Me and you.”  He murmured. 

“I love you and I’ll see you soon.” Hermione whispered before giving him a kiss goodbye.

“I love you too.” He uttered. 

With a wave of her wand, Hermione quickly cast a scourgify on the cell and she also took down the wards she had in place. 

Not even a second later, the guard returned. “Eval’s finished?”

Hermione nodded, “Yes.” 

“Very well then.” 

Turning back around to look at Draco once more, Hermione blew him a kiss before walking away with the guard.

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(Four weeks later)

As she was going through some patient files, Hermione was startled as her office door flew open. Looking up in surprise, she was met with her best friend, Harry Potter. 

“Harry? What is it?” 

“He..Malfoy..” Harry gasped out of breath. 

She stood up frantically, “Draco what? Harry spit it out!” 

Drawing in a big breath, Harry finally caught his bearings and spoke with ease this time. “He is being released. I finally got through to the Judge who was in charge of his trial and she is dropping all the charges that were brought against him and any record of him being associated with you-know-who is being scrapped.” 

Hermione thought she was hearing things, was it really true? Was he really being released?

Harry saw her sway just a bit before he pushed her chair behind her and made her sit. 

“Harry James Potter you better not be lying to me.” Hermione breathed. 

“I’m not, I swear to Merlin. His trial to be released is in a few days and I am assuming you’d like to attend?” 

“Of course, but Harry? I have to ask, will his parents be there?” 

“Narcissa will be yes.”

“And Lucius?” Hermione asked. 

“Maybe? I’m not entirely too sure.” Harry replied honestly. 

“Will you and Luna be there?” 

“Yes. Lu wants to be there for her cousin once he’s released. I never wanted to believe it but Luna says that he always thought of her like a little sister.” Harry said. 

“It’s true. He’s told me about it before. They grew up very close to each other. Practically joined at the hip. Everything changed when he returned and made life hell for everyone.” Hermione ran her fingers through her hair. 

“Oh.” 

“When does it take place?” Hermione asked. 

“In a few days. They want to keep it under wraps until he is fully released and home.” 

Hermione let out a scoff, “Please with the way the prophet is, it is not going to be quiet. It’s honestly going to be a shit show. How do you think Skeeter is going to try and spin this?” 

“I couldn’t give two shits on what Rita Skeeter has to fucking say,” Harry began, “She is a little incessant bug who keeps worming her way into things and blowing them up horribly.” 

“I wonder if I could just threaten her again.” Hermione mused. 

Harry’s eyes widened, “Threaten? Hermione Jean, and what do you mean by again?” 

Hermione sighed, “Surely you know this Harry, Rita Skeeter has and is an unregistered animagus.” 

“For how long?” 

“I’ve known since fourth year since the Triwizard Tournament. I kept her hidden in a little jar and simply told her that if she wrote any more rubbish articles that I would report her to the Deputy Headmistress and to the Ministry.” She shrugged. 

Harry raised an eyebrow, “And why didn’t you?” 

“Because after I ended up keeping her hostage in a jar for about a week, she quit printing rubbish about you or any student at Hogwarts.” 

Harry let out a chuckle, “Maybe you shouldn’t have told me that.” 

Hermione shrugged, “Why not? Now you know that she is an unregistered animagus and can use it to your advantage. I certainly do.” 

“Gods you’re scary sometimes.” 

“I know.” She grinned. 

****

The next several days went by in a blur for Hermione and now she was sitting in one of the courtrooms next to Harry, Luna, Narcissa and surprisingly Lucius. 

Hermione never thought she’d ever see or talk to Narcissa again, given that they had become good friends when she and Draco had begun dating back during their 6th year. Hermione knew their relationship had strained a bit once Draco had been sentenced to Azkaban and now that he going to be released, Narcissa and Hermione finally met up with each other and they had begun to have weekly visits at Malfoy Manor (which had been  completely renovated).

“Next case calls for Prisoner 8102491, Draco Lucius Malfoy. And the reason for this taking place?” Amelia Bones had questioned. 

“This is being brought to our attention at the request of Healer Hermione Granger and Head Auror Harry Potter, your honor. We as the Wizenamogot are recommending that all charges that were brought upon Draco Malfoy be dropped. We are also recommending that any record of him being associated with you-know-who be scrubbed and scrapped as he was a young misguided teen who had no choice in the matter.” 

“Very well then. Then I, Amelia Bones, hereby grant that any and all charges against Draco Lucius Malfoy be dropped immediately.” Amelia said and she banged the gavel against the podium where she sat. 

Did that really just happen? Is he really free ? Hermione thought as she locked gazes with Draco who wore a look of shock on his face. 

They knew it would happen but they were not prepared for it to go smoothly and without any repercussions. 

But it was done, Draco was now a free man after six years. 

Hermione knew that Draco couldn’t wait to go home and she knew exactly where he would be once he was let out. 

“Hermione? Sweetheart? Do you want to come with us to bring him home?” Narcissa asked once they left the courtrooms and they stepped into the atrium without anyone pestering them. 

“Of course, if that’s alright with the both of you?” 

Narcissa gave her a look and the look reminded Hermione of her own mother, “You, my dear, are a part of this family and have been for years, no? My son loves you and you know he will be delighted to have you there.” 

“Thank you.” Hermione smiled warmly. 

“No need to thank me sweetheart, you’ve been like my daughter for years now. I do hope it stays that way.” Narcissa nods. 

“I hope so too.” 

Twenty minutes had passed and now everyone was waiting for Draco to step into the DLME as a free wizard. 

Hearing several pops of apparition, everyone finally caught sight of Draco and two Ministry officials with him. 

“Well this is your stop Malfoy. Stay out of trouble you hear?” One of the Ministry officials commented. 

“I plan to.” Draco acknowledged. 

Turning towards the group that was waiting for him, Draco was pulled into a big hug from Narcissa. “Mum..can’t breathe.” He rasped out. 

Narcissa let out a watery laugh and she released him, “I’m sorry my dragon.” 

“You look good Draco.” Lucius commented as he hugged his son. 

Draco nodded in acknowledgement and immediately began to look for Hermione. 

“I’m right here.” A very familiar voice called out. 

He turned around and spotted her . 

Hermione took a couple of steps towards him before she was pulled into his arms and pulled into the longest hug. 

“Gods…you…you did it.” Draco breathed into the crook of her neck. 

Hermione chuckled softly, “I told you we were working on getting you released. I had help.” 

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He said after he finally put Hermione back on her feet. 

“Yeah.” Hermione nodded and she felt Draco slip his hand into hers. 

And in the end, it’s Him & I . Hermione thought as they apparated away from the Ministry.

****

(7 months later)

“Babe?” 

“Yeah?” Draco heard Hermione call out. 

“The newest edition of the Quibbler is out.” He informed her. “Oh really?” She asked. 

“Yup, seems like Lu had a field day with our wedding piece.” Draco smirked. “Good I’m glad. It’ll finally shut up the Prophet with all those ridiculous rumors.” 

Draco handed her the newly printed paper.

Draco wrapped his arms around his wife, “Mhm, not Mrs.Malfoy but Granger-Malfoy.” 

“And I’m loving it already.” Hermione said as she turned in his arms and kissed him quickly. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, wife .” Draco warned. 

“Oh trust me husband, I intend to finish.” Hermione smirked and she grabbed his tie and pulled him towards their bedroom.