A Bellamort Tale

Part 30

The girl smiled at him gratefully.

"As you're about to see me without all my clothes anyway in a few minutes, I'd prefer if you kept your eyes open so you can see what you're doing. I'm not sure how much more pain I can handle, so I ask you to be careful instead." The shaking woman pleaded.

"Oh, well, I'll try. Just let me grab that and pull it over your head, so you won't have to lift your arms up that much. Better?" She nodded and so he continued slipping it off her arms after lifting the back of the sweater over her head. When she winced again, he cussed. "Fuck, I forgot about the cuts. Let me see."

He now pulled the sleeve that still covered Hermione's left arm apart as wide as possible. Only then did he dare to slide it over her hand and let it drop to the tiled floor. He stared at the red bloody lines on the female's inner forearm. Taking a couple of heaving breaths to strengthen himself, he spoke again.

"I'm so sorry for that. I should have done anything to stop her. I'm not very good with seeing blood or wounds, but I'll try to take care of it later. First of all we'll have to clean you up or this and all the other wounds will get infected."

Hermione couldn't help but smirk.

"So, uhm, you're not good at seeing blood? What happens if you do? Pass out?"

He looked away, his jaw clenched.

"Hey, I didn't mean to really hurt you. What is it, Draco? Just tell me."

He sneered.

"The last time I saw blood it was my own, leaving my body so fast that I hadn't even a chance to react." He croaked.

"Oh, Harry using Snape's curse. If it helps you, we all felt really bad because of that. And we all agreed that you did not deserve 'that'." She replied.

He just tilted his head to acknowledge her statement, because he was now focusing on the top she was wearing under her sweater and over her bra. Gulping he reached for the thin fabric and then removed it as well. He didn't dare look at her being in just a sports bra when he asked.

"Can you handle your pants alone?"

"I think so, yeah. But I will need your help for," Hermione cleared her throat, "to, uhm, open my bra because there's no chance I can reach the hooks on my back today. Or for the next couple of days, I'm afraid."

She blushed massively due to that. So did the boy.

"Well, get rid of the pants first. I'm trying to not look at you, but I'd prefer you to bend over for your shoes and socks, before you're without anything covering your... you know, boobs."

"Malfoy!" She groaned, while he just grinned sheepishly.

As she bent down to open her shoelaces, she let out a whimper, feeling as if her spine was screaming at her.

"Argh, Malfoy, can you look at my back please? It's hurting like shit when I do that."

He walked around her, gasping as he saw the dark bruise on her lower back that continued under the hem of her pants.

"You must've fallen or been shoved into something very hard. From the outlines I'd say, a tree stump or maybe a barrel?"

"How about the tree 'stem' fell on me? Because that's what I recall. I let the trees explode when I passed them, to block their passage with insurmountable obstacles. Well, it turned out to be a bad idea, because they used those fallen trees as projectiles. I remember Ron being able to slow it down before it hit me. If I had done the spell, I'd have succeeded. But it's over now, right?"
He hesitated for a moment, then laid his arms around her waist, careful to neither hurt the purple and swollen skin, nor to accidentally touch her breasts.

"Is this okay? Tell me if you're hurting. And now let's get you over there and seat you on the toilet. Better? How's the pain now?" The concerned man asked and at the same time got on his knees and pulled first her shoes then her socks off her feet. Hermione grinned mischievously before she mocked him in a very sweet manner.

"Wow, look at that. Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, from the most ancient and noble house of black, gets down to his knees to help the mudblood, his superior holds captive, undress. I would love to have a picture of that."

He showed her his teeth like a dog and also gnarled like one.

"Hey, calm down. Be a good boy!" She teased him by patting the top of his head.

"Just bloody stop it. I'm trying to be nice here, Granger!"

The teenage witch stopped her playfulness and cupped his cheek very tenderly.

"I know," she whispered. "I'm just trying to make all of this a little less awkward. I am very thankful for your help, Draco"

The female had emphasised his name and was still holding his face when he looked up and into her eyes. "I really am!" She mouthed and leaned a little further to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Ouch!" Was the next thing the young wizard heard and couldn't hold back his laugh.

"Seriously, you may be very clever when it comes to learning and understanding. But you surely aren't very good at staying alive or unharmed without someone helping you out. Just hold on to me, I'll help you sit straight again."

"Wait, wait, wait. Not like that. You're making it worse. Can you come a little closer, please? And a little more. Yeah, good. Now you have to do something that will sound a bit indecent but it isn't. Not as long as you keep your dirty thoughts out of it. I'll lay my arms over your shoulders as far as I can and then you must grab the back of my thighs, right beneath my arse and on three we get up with a bit of momentum, got it?" The woman had thought her idea through in the split of a second, making him raise an eyebrow at her.

"You sure? Because to me that sounds like making it worse instead of making it better."

"Trust me, I know what I am doing!"