Tender Remedies (collection)
Author: DarkoftheMoon
Rating: M
Genre: war, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, healer!hermione, order!draco, collection
The Last Drop
Summary: It's lonely between missions. With his cover blown and his mother gone all he has are safe houses. But never for very long. On a rainy night, wet and weary, he needs something — or someone — to heal him. Inside and out. So he goes to the only place he wants to be.
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The Night Shift
Summary: After three years training to be a healer, Hermione was left in charge of a safe house hospital ward. The night shift was lonely. Until one night it wasn't.
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Kiss and Make Better
Summary: “I heard something the other day,” he whispered, breath teasing the curls that had escaped her braid. “A Muggle phrase.” “We’ve a lot of those,” she said, her own breath catching when he tucked a curl behind her ear. “Something about kisses to make it better.”
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The Harder I Swim The Faster I Sink
Summary: First he would gather a breath, as much as he could, then he would sink — all the way to the bottom. Letting himself reach the silty floor. Perhaps a grindylow would wrap itself around his legs. Or one of the merpeople would pull him deeper still. Stealing his oxygen. They could have it.
When he was sufficiently dissatisfied that he wasn’t going to be taken captive by a resident of the lake he would dig his feet into the muck and push himself upwards, propelling to the surface while the water rushed alongside him. And for those few minutes he wasn’t a Death Eater. He wasn’t Lucius’s son. He was just a boy underwater. Drowning without really drowning.
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Just One Safe Place
Summary: It was better when he was with her. The ache, just behind his ribs. Worse than any curse he’d taken. Worse than any punch or kick. It was a forever sort of pain. But when he could hold her — when he could kiss her again and again, like they could just be together — that ache was dulled.
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The Only Ones Who Know
Summary: The portkey was wrapped in a damp handkerchief so he tucked it into his pocket. There was only one healer he trusted. Only one healer he wanted to see.
Deep breaths in and out helped center him. He focused on his magical core, willing it to do one last thing for him. Willing all of his magic to gather. Rest later, he promised, and turned on his heel. Picturing a narrow street and a dusty pub. Not caring if he splinched during apparition because she could make it better. She made him better.
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