Harmione One Shots

She's Got Him Pegged

Summary: Hermione is Harry's personal healer in St Mungo's for when he injures himself on raids or during training. One day, she gets a notification that Harry is in their private room near midnight and goes to see what's wrong. What comes next is an exceedingly awkward conversation followed by some kink exploration.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Ayessel on Ao3

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To say that life as a Healer in St Mungos was boring would be the understatement of the century.

The war was over and it had been for three years. In that time, life had rebounded back to a semblance of what it was before everything went to hell. People went back to work, people went back to school, and businesses were repaired and reopened.

Life was good.

Life was also incredibly boring.

Hermione had gone back to school for her final year and had studied with Madam Pomfrey and entered a course to fast-track her to being a healer, she had always had a fascination with medical professions, her parents being dentists partly being responsible for her fascination, but the other reason was largely her wayward best friend, Harry Potter.

He had always been getting into scrapes and getting injuries over their many many adventures of the years and Hermione couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for not being able to patch him up herself.

Now, she would admit to herself, that it was partly due to her feelings for him, but she did also just feel bad whenever he got confined to the hospital wing and spent the majority of the time acting like a kicked puppy.

So here she was now, a Healer in the spell damage and general injuries section, providing help for the main staff while her main job was patching up Aurors that found themselves in the hospital.

Actually, that was a lie, she didn't spend her time patching up Aurors, she spent her time patching up Harry.

It had all started when he got out of training and she had just freshly started in the ward, Harry would constantly find himself injured due to intense training or taking a stray spell in some raid and he kept getting sent to St Mungo's. Unfortunately, that led to all of the new hires and other patients fighting over the chance to see and thank the newly crowned Man-Who-Won.

Thus, Hermione got a little sneaky with it. She sent Harry a form from the ministry that was used by celebrities to set up private and confidential rooms in St Mungos for treatment away from the public eye to prevent uproar every time they had to go to a hospital. This came with a dedicated healer who was sworn to secrecy and would take care of all injuries and ailments unless the attention of a specialist was required.

This dedicated Healer just so happened to be Hermione herself. She didn't expect Harry to fill out the form with her as his preferred private healer but she was ecstatic that he trusted her so.

It started out the same as always, Harry would get injured at work or in training and would come to get patched up by her. She didn't mind. No, in fact, she wouldn't have it any other way. Being able to take care of Harry was strangely intimate to her and Harry was always happier in her care than he ever was in that of Pomfrey's. Whether that be because she had styled his private room to resemble his actual room or just because he preferred her to the school nurse she didn't know.

Slowly but surely Harry started coming to the room outside of those things, he had a concern about this or that, and he would pop in to have her look it over and give her opinion. It was nice that he trusted her so much, and she didn't abuse that. She always did her best to assuage his fears and to calm him down over his health concerns.