the_debt_of_time

"You don't remember?" he asked, frowning. "You got splinched trying to get away
from the Ministry. Tore your back open pretty badly. I tried to heal it as best I could, but
I wasn't ever the one to take care of Remus after the full moon, so I got a bit lazy with
Healing Charms. All we had on us was Dittany. There's going to be a scar."
"Is it ugly?" Hermione asked.
He could hear her trying not to cry.
"Nothing about you could ever.. ." Sirius began with a catch in his throat. He
cleared it, brushing the edge of a knuckle down her spine and relaxing slightly when he saw
gooseflesh breakout over her skin in reaction to his touch. The wound was bad, but it was
healing into the familiar mark he knew from his youth. He remembered the first time Mia
had ever shown him the scar and the way it had sparked a desire in him knowing that
Remus had never seen it, touched it, or kissed it. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed at
the memory.
"It looks all right," he said quickly and then pulled away. "I've seen a similar one
before. It'll heal up nicely. You've lost a lot of blood, though, so you need to rest as much
as possible. We ran out of Blood-Replenishing Potion."
"And, umm, my shirt?" she asked timidly.
"Oh." He stared at her bare back for a few seconds longer than he knew he probably
should as he tried to come up with any excuse for her to stay undressed. Unfortunately,
there was still a sliver of decency left in him, and he stumbled upon a genuine reason. "You
probably shouldn't be lifting your arms much. But I can keep you covered. Or I can leave
and sit outside if you need," he offered nervously, hoping she would not send him away.
"Just umm," Hermione swallowed. "Don't ... don't let Harry or Ron see me like
this?"
"Absolutely, kitten. Only I get to see you like this," he teased, grinning when she
turned and smacked his arm lightly, unable to do proper damage to him and still keep her
breasts covered at the same time.