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A/N: Just another cliché story about our dearest Rose Weasley and a loveable bastard named Scorpius Malfoy.
I hope you'll like it - I got a bit inspired by Scrubs - so here's my little hospital tale.
PS: English is not my native language and if you find any mistakes - feel free to point them out to me. Have fun reading!

Hospital Jungle

In a few weeks
I will get time
To realize it's right before my eyes
And I can take it
If it's what I want to do.
I am leaving
And this is starting to feel
Like it's right before my eyes
And I can taste it
It's my sweet beginning.

'What you know – Two Door Cinema Club'

My First Day

Oh-kay – inhale, exhale! You can totally abso-bloody-lutely do this!
(I'm going to pre-apologize for all the swearing and inappropriate shit that is definitely going to leave my mouth – it kind of got worse during my year in Australia… loved it, really, but they happen to have a nice choice with words!).

Anyways: Today is the day, I mean, really THE day! It's my first day as an intern-healer in the one and only "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries". And I am definitely not nervous.

Okay let's face the truth … My nervousness has a great resemblance to a monkey on ecstasy.

I'm currently standing in front of the old and ugly shop window of the abandoned (or so it seems) department store of "Purge and Dowse, Ltd." in London.
I take one step forward and whisper to the dummy-lady: "Rose Weasley, I'm here for my first day as an intern healer."
Another step forward and I'm in – Oh Merlin, how did this guy manage to transform his upper body into a big grandfather clock?

The whole entrance hall is filled with people who somehow managed to get parts of themselves turned into strange things, like teacups or tables. Others have foam coming out of their ears or disgusting green slime dripping out of their noses… nice!
Everybody seems to be busy and the healers are walking around in their lemon-green robes talking with the patients and writing stuff on their clipboards – while looking really, really stressed.

Congratulations Rose – this is your future.

Don't get me wrong. I really love medicine and the whole healer stuff. I love helping people but I do know that it's a hell of a job.

I turn to the "Welcoming Witch" (I don't want to sound prejudiced – but something about her appearance screams: easy) at the reception. She seems slightly disturbed (in other words: majorly annoyed).

"Hey, I'm Rose Weasley, I'm here to start my intern year.", I greet her with a smile.

"Yeah, wonderful! Listen, take this clipboard to the Healer-in-Charge of Artifact Accidents and pleehease do me the favour and don't address me again today! I have enough work to do – even without new interns asking me very stupid questions – so I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone. Thank you!"

Wow, I can tell we are going to be great friends.

I start walking towards the "Artifact Accidents" since the ward is on the ground floor.
In this area they are treating patients who are suffering from cauldron explosions, wand backfiring and broom crashes. In other words it's a little bit like the emergency admission in a hospital.
A lot of blood, broken bones and stuff like that. It's also one of my main areas in St. Mungo's.
I like it because it's challenging – you have to make quick decisions or you lose the patient. There's always action.

Most healers concentrate on one specific territory of medicine but since I'm a crazy person and don't fear work load I decided to become a specialist in another area. As a consequence I have six months as an intern healer in "Artifact Accidents" and another six months in the highly interesting field of "Creature-Induced-Injuries".

It fascinated me ever since my granddad told the story about his almost deathly encounter with Voldemort's snake Nagini. The 'Creature-Induced-Injuries ward' requires a more scientific knowledge. And let me tell you – the whole area is really exciting.

That was the reason why I spent a whole year in Australia after my graduation from university. I did a lot of research on poisonous-animal-bites in the magical world. My mother's parents actually moved to Australia not long ago (I don't know why but they always seemed to have a strange connection to that country) and I stayed with them while I discovered the world's most poisonous continent.

But now I'm back in good old Britain and I'm already pretty expectant...
This is going to be a marvelous first day in the hospital.
I can so feel i- WOHO - suddenly stop dead in my tracks.

This cannot be possible!

What the fuck is Scorpius – Bloody – Malfoy doing here?

He must have noticed me because his face turns into a glare (I'm pretty sure mine is wearing the same expression by now).

"Weasley.", he greets me with a sneer.

Shit. My biggest wish has not come true. Malfoy has not turned ugly and fat while I've been in Australia. Damn it!
He still looks (and I'm cursing myself for even thinking that) perfect.

He's tall, muscular and slender but not too thin. In addition to that he has a flawless face – you know the whole package:pure, blonde hair – impeccably styled, proud forehead, high cheekbones, a straight but nevertheless very characteristic nose, full lips and eyes that resemble a grey winter day…
Unfortunately his character is nothing but flawless.

"I thought you were still 'Down Under' and some idiot told me that you are now – I quote – a "hot chick", but obviously the guy is either blind or needs some glasses this instant 'cause I must confess you still look like the ugly, hideous, stupid bint you've always been…"

"Malfoy – I hope you are here because you are seriously ill and nobody can save your sorry arse?", I answer in my you-are-currently-annoying-me-to-death-with-your-bare-existance-voice.

Merlin, can he possibly be more conceited?

Let me tell you something about Malfoy here: Mr-I'm-the-greatest-now-kiss-my-feet and I, well, we've not exactly been friends during our time in Hogwarts. It all started the day I first set foot in the Hogwarts Express. Let's just say, I really don't do well with insults…

( Yeah I know – Weasley temper, but honestly: "Oi Weasley – I thought my father was joking when he told me about your ugly family but now I know that it was the understatement of the century… I mean you must be the most repulsive girl I've ever seen." HELLO? What eleven-year-old says stuff like that?)
Long story short: I got a little bit angry at this prick and threw every jinx I knew at him – got me my first fucking detention.

Our 'dynamic' relationship sustained throughout my years at school, since we both turned out to be a little competitive and continued the oh-so-old Gryffindor – Slytherin (and Weasley – Malfoy) rivalry. The problem with this stupid jerk (besides the fact that he's an arrogant, cunning, manipulating arsehole) is that everything seems to be so fucking easy for him.

Unfortunately he's very intelligent - which means he was like the only threat ever to me -academic-wise.
The difference between the two of us is, that I actually do learn a lot (and I really enjoy it – mind you, I'm the daughter of Hermione Weasley) and he does not. Still he always got the best or the second best grades (second best if I could help it).

He's excellent in everything he does… school, Quidditch, dating (uargh) becaaause the git is so bloody good looking. I mean even if I despise him – he does look like some stupid male model (he even dresses like one because he also has THE MONEY). He's had tons of girlfriends (or maybe the more appropriate word would be: bed–acquaintances) and broke tons of hearts (because said acquaintances actually believed that they were the ones who could change his attitude towards commitment and make him the perfect boyfriend – haha… as if that's ever going to happen – this guy only loves one person: himself) and still the "chicks" throw themselves at him again and again.

Why does the most arrogant bastard that exists get everything without any effort at all?

Sense some justice?

I do not.

...

"Sure Weasley. Now would you please give me M-Y clipboard?"

WAIT! WHAT?

"Y-Your clipboard? But… b-but…"
This has to be some bad bad bad (I mean reeeeeaaallly bad joke)! I had never ever assumed that my karma is that horrible.

"What? Forgotten how to speak? Wow, they must have amputated your brain in Australia, but then again – there was never much to start with anyway, so no big deal."

I slowly recover from my major shock.

"You can't be Healer-in-charge! You are my fucking age! There's no way this could have happened while I was in Australia."

He smirkes. "Oi Weasley! Language, please! To your information: while you were in Australia last year, trying to get some suntan (you failed by the way) I worked my arse off in this hospital – and between the two of us – I'm one of the best healers here so cock your ears and listen to what Merlin has to say."

"First of all you gigantic dickhead, I did not go to Australia for some suntan, I did some serious research a-"

"So not listening, Weasley."

"-nd we both know that you only got that position of yours because you probably slept with the chief of medicine or something!"

"Well I think that is not quite true." – Hang on, that is definitely not Malfoy's voice. That's a woman talking. I slowly turn around and face a female healer (who looks about 40 years old) in her lemon-green robes.

Great job Rose Weasley! First day and you've already made a fool of yourself. And whose fault is it AGAIN – correct: Malfoy's!

"I'm your chief of medicine, Healer Meredith Spencer and I can assure you that I definitely did not sleep with this arrogant jerk here, who happens to have an ego with the size of one of Ali Bashir's flying-family-carpets but is unfortunately also one of the best healers we currently employ at this hospital."

"Thank you for that breathtaking compliment, Healer Spencer.", Malfoy says to her in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"You are so welcome Mister Malfoy.", she answers in a very false high-pitched voice.

And then she turns to me.

"Now, Miss Weasley. Welcome to St. Mungo's. Mister Malfoy here will be your 'mentor' for the next six months, since you decided to concentrate primarily on 'Artifact Accidents'. Change into your robes and then you can start your first rounds at this place that I sometimes like to call hell. But you will notice that soon enough. Have a nice day."
With those 'worst-news-possible' she turns around and leaves me (Rose Weasley - the nervous wreck) standing in the hallway.

I'm trying hard to breathe… really hard, because: life has officially come to an end.
Malfoy my mentor? My bloody boss?
Does the universe hate me?

Kill me now!

That's the first chapter :) Let me know what you think about it! cheers!