Hermione has problems and she is at the end of the rope when Luna suggests to her a very unconventional therapy with the most shocking and unexpected wizard. The therapy works but to what end?
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A/N: In agreement with my beta – I'm posting this chapter unedited when she finishes with fixing the grammar and with me, I will re-post this chapter at a later date.
At that time, I do expect that some parts will be enhanced and there will be no grammatical errors.
I leave it to you to read it now or wait some more.
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The letters dance in front of his eyes. Letters that form words without any meaning behind them. He abandons the pretence of reading a book. It's weight like an anvil pressing on his thighs.
Shuddery breath escapes him, involuntarily.
Six months. . .
Six months passed since that day, the day he left kneeling on the wooden floor. My undoing, my curse.
Six months of memories to the feel of her skin.
Six months of memories of her scent.
Six months of iron clad control.
He controlled them both. Desire eating through him like an acid. But. . . She never found out. And now she is healed. The day after tomorrow. . .
Their last session. . .
I knew it was too good to be true. She is healed. . . I lost yet again.
He steels himself for what is coming, for what he knows will happen. Pain in his chest is real but he reins it.
A growl, deep and throaty, escapes him.
Loud knocking cuts his thoughts. He ignores it. Whoever it is, he or she is persistent. Annoyed he lurches from the chair, not giving a thought to a book now crumpled, lying askew on the floor.
He will eviscerate this annoyance at the door.
Wood creaks when he yanks the handle.
Words, vile and vitriolic die on his lips, choke him, getting stuck in his throat. His heart pummels at his ribcage with the strength of a jack-hammer.
Huge, tear-stained brown eyes take his strength away.
"I failed! I failed you! I... I... need a...correction." sobbing voice, her eyes glide from his to the floor "Please, Sir."
"Miss Granger." Good, his voice is calm.
His body sways towards her, he jerks back. Hands ball in fists. Miniscule movements. Unnoticeable to her.
