"I'm grateful Madam Pomfrey is putting in the effort with Daphne to ensure any scarring will be minimal and easily dealt with with the scar banishing salve," said Hermione "Daphne is quite proud of her looks. I don't blame her for that. I wish I had them."
Turning and somewhat confused, Harry asked, "Why? You're as beautiful as she is."
Hermione blushed and muttered, "You're just biased."
"No, I'm not," Harry said a little irritated. "Hermione; you're gorgeous. You're the only one who doesn't see that. Please, stop putting yourself down."
"He's right; you are," said Deece. "Ask Poppy to fix your front teeth at some time, and I'll organise a proper potion for your hair. That's all you need."
With a sigh, Hermione said, "Thank you."
It was about a half hour later when Madam Pomfrey declared she was done with Daphne's back. Coming forward, they could see that the large gash that was there not that long ago now was a somewhat wide red line. And that was only the red of new skin and slight scar tissue.
She placed a jar of new skin balm and another of scar tissue salve on the bedside table and instructed both teens on how to apply it.
Turning to Harry she said, "And you, Mister Potter... while the two of you are treating Miss Greengrass for her scar... should also be treated for some of those scars on your own body. I'm sure both lovely young ladies will love to rub the scar tissue salve into the scars on your back, for a start."
She then turned to Hermione and said, I have the energy for this, so I'm going to do it now. Miss Granger, is it your desire for me to adjust the size of your front teeth?"
"Yes. Yes, please; Madam Pomfrey," she replied.
"Then pull your top lip back in a grin and hold your mouth open, please," instructed the medi-witch.
Following the instructions, Hermione tilted her head back a little and bared her top teeth. A few quick muttered incantations from Madam Pomfrey while she pointed her wand at Hermione's top teeth and everyone could see them shrink.
When Madam Pomfrey pulled her wand away, Hermione smiled at the others. "Just beautiful, my dear," said Deece.
When she grinned at Harry, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "I thought you were beautiful as you were. However, I also recognise how self-conscious they made you feel. If it makes you feel more beautiful, I'm all for it."
Deece almost unconsciously patted him on the head, and muttered, "Good boy."
The Greengrass adults left a little later, but not before Astoria came in to check on her big sister. Tracey, Blaise and Horace were with her. She had a short time catching up with them before they had to leave.
"How is she?" asked a concerned Tracey.
"Healing," sighed Harry. "Madam Pomfrey's done really good work. With the aid of her healing charms, new skin balm and scar tissue salve it shouldn't be too long before she doesn't even have a mark to show for the amount of damage that was inflicted upon her.
"Madam Pomfrey used Daphne's own magic to heal the wound, augmenting it with her own. That's why she's still asleep. She wants her to sleep to help her recharge her magic reserves, and to stop her doing damage to the work that's now been completed."
Once they saw Harry had finished his explanation, Tracey said, "Flint's been taken away. That happened just before dinner was served. Two aurors came back as dinner was finishing up and took away Beauregard Derrick and Henrietta Vaisey. But, this time, Professor Snape went with them.
"Flint was legally an adult," explained Harry. "Derrick and Vaisey, on the other hand, are still minors. Therefore, they can only be questioned when a parent or guardian is with them. As Snape is their Head of House, he acts in loco parentis for them."
"But why did he attack Daphne?" complained Tracey.
"To get to me," Harry sighed. "Now that it's known we're bonded, it makes both girls a target of those who intend to support Riddle, if he comes back. They get to me, through them."
"The Headmaster tried to bury the whole thing," Hermione grumbled. "He tried to make it look as if there were no witnesses to what happened. Therefore, there was... as he put it... nothing he could do. He forgot, or didn't want to know, that I witnessed it. Even then he didn't want to call the aurors. Harry tried to force him to; but, it was Mister Greengrass who finally forced him to make the call."
"I just hope that now," said Harry, "that seeing someone, or more, taken away by the aurors for committing assault on another student, we'll see a reduction in the number of students cursing or being cursed by another."
The three Slytherins left a little while later taking Astoria with them. Harry and Hermione, however, stayed in the hospital wing until near curfew; when Madam Pomfrey came out and ordered them out of the wing. She also put up wards around Daphne's bed to stop anyone trying to approach her without the medi-witch's knowledge or consent.
While they were there, two other aurors entered and took Hermione's statement as to what happened; plus, took away a copy of her memory of the event.
"Thank you, Miss Granger," said the female auror of the two. "We'll let you know when you need to attend court."
Hermione nodded back and the two aurors left again.
Back up in the apartment, both teens decided to just go to bed. Their homework could wait.
Harry was just heading for his own bedroom when Hermione plaintively asked, "Harry? Even though Daphne isn't with us tonight, can I still join you?"
"Of course you can, love," he replied. "I'd like that, too. I really don't want to sleep alone, tonight."
"Me neither," she admitted. "I'll just get my things and join you."
After his evening ablutions, Harry climbed in to bed just as Hermione came back in. She was carrying some toiletries and walked into his ensuite. A few seconds later she came back out, shucked her clothes and climbed in to bed.
Harry was now used to seeing both his bondmates nude, so seeing her naked no longer had the effect on him it did the first few times he'd seen either or both of them, undressed.
Hermione slid into 'her' side of the bed and rolled on to her side. "Cuddle me, please Harry," she softly asked.
Harry just rolled to his right as Hermione slid her back to him until they were spooning. "We'll go visit her again before breakfast; alright, love?" he asked.
"I'd like that," Hermione softly sniffled.
Hearing her softly cry again, Harry pulled her extra firmly against himself and used his right hand, under her head and neck to softly run his fingers through her hair by bending his arm at the elbow and folding it back.
It took them both a little while to drift off to sleep. Harry even forced himself to stay awake until she'd drifted off first.
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