𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 , dramione one shots

Therapy Session

a/n muggle au; hermione was put into therapy by her friends because she is suffering from trauma. the trauma you will find out as you continue to read. hermione also doesn't know who draco malfoy is, as you can't know your therapist in the "outside world"

t/w: talk of rape, if you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE dont read.

Hermione bounced her leg up and down, biting her nail. She looked anywhere, everywhere, but the people who were in the waiting room with her. Whenever she accidentally made eye contact with one of them, it felt as though they were seeing right through her and judging her.

"Hermione Granger?" A lady in a suit called.

Hermione quickly stood up, wiping her clammy hands on her jeans and followed the lady back into the room.

She opened a door and led her into a room with two couches. "Your therapist will be here in a few moments."

Hermione sat down on the couch, across from the love seat. Hermione looked down at her hands and started to shake.

What were they going to talk about? What if she didn't like her therapist? What if something's wrong with her? What if they can't fix her? What if her therapist rapes--

The second the word came into Hermione's head, she stopped thinking. Well, did her best to stop.

The door opened and a man with blonde hair stepped in.

"Good morning," he greeted her with a light smile, a notebook and pen in hand. "How are you?"

"I'm okay." She said, looking down at her hands.

"My name is Dr. Draco Malfoy and I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. Is that alright?" He asked gently.

"Do I have a choice?" Hermione said bitterly.

"Yes, you do. If you want to pass on a certain question, please say so."

Hermione was shocked by the man's kindness. She hasn't had any man be so kind to her in a while. Her two best friends, Harry and Ron, treated her like she was a grenade, never with kindness, always out of worry.

"Do you have any preferred name you'd like me to call you?" Dr. Malfoy asked.

Hermione shook her head. She'd been called many names in life, but never one that regarded her as having a nickname.

"Where are you from?"

"Born and raised in London."

Dr. Malfoy nodded and scribbled some things in his notebook.

"Do you have a favorite color?" He asked.

"Green. Sage green." She said.

He smiled and wrote something down in his notebook.

"How would you say your childhood was?" Dr. Malfoy asked.

Now we're getting into the deeper stuff, Hermione thought.

"Uh, it was pretty good. I wouldn't go back to it again if I could though."

"And why is that?" He asked, setting his pen down.

"I was bullied. I was a bit of a bookworm growing up, still am. Never had too many friends until I was older. Until I transferred schools after the bullying was too much."

He nodded. "What's your favorite book?"

"It's a book in a series. It's called A Court of Mist and Fury."

"That series is quite good," he said with a light smile.

Hermione gave him a small smile back, though it hurt to do so.