Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, so please do not sue me. I merely own the plot and characters you do not recognize as JK Rowling's brilliant work. We owe this fan fiction I made to her. Honor her.
Hermione Granger had never heard of the wizarding world, and never got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had grown up an ordinary Muggle, had regular friends, but never knew anything beyond it. In her world there was only medicine, and doing the best you can. Hermione became a successful surgeon at the age of twenty, with her advanced mind she flew by classes and graduated early, best of her class year. She had followed her parents foot steps going into the field of medicine as her parents where dentists, having their own practice in the city of London. Hermione had just begun her surgical residency three months back, and prospered in the area. A day ago Hermione was told by one of her attendings that a new surgical resident was starting their first day here, and that she was suppose to show him around. Listening to her attending she wrote down the tasks she would have to do for this new resident, named Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was an ordinary Muggle, but was famous because of his parents. His parents where very well known doctors in London, his mother Lily was brilliant neurosurgeon and his father, James, was the top cardiac surgeon known. He followed his parents foot steps after his parents died of an undiscovered disease, when he was still studying at Cambridge. He was starting his first day at Belldings Hospital, as a surgical resident, his alarm clock going off at four in the morning. After a rushed morning he left the house at 5:30, Harry arrived at the hospital at 5:53, he fixed his shirt that now looked at a bit ruffled from his still slightly wet body from the shower. He cleaned himself up and put on his blazer over his neatly ironed long sleeve collard shirt. Harry briskly walked in threw the hospital's doors, and stood there for a moment looking around at the place, it looked like a good facility, but he thought it could be better.
Hermione was on her way down to the main entrance of the hospital to meet Dr. Potter for the first time, in her light blue colored smocks and a white lab coat over them. Automatically she saw the man with scruffy black hair and was dress professionally, she sighed to herself because she didn't know how to act towards him. Though coming down the stairs she thought, just act professional, act professional, come on Hermione you must act professional. Lightly enough Hermione walked up to him and said in a regular professional voice, "Are you Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded, "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger, I'm going to be showing you around today. Now if you want to, you can follow me to the residents' locker room." She said turning around with her lab coat flowing behind her.
Harry quickly followed her, but made a snide remark, "This is a well functioning hospital, very well organized, but I think I've seen better."
Hermione on the other hand swiftly turned back around, and stopped him, "I don't care if you think you better than all of us. Just because your parents make you look good, doesn't give you the right to down grade this hospital. I don't know you well, but from what I can tell right here is that you're self absorbed and careless. I don't stand for carelessness, doctor." She paused for a moment looking at his expression, which had now turned into a smirk. Then continued, "I'm not a nurse either, I am your equal, if you treat me as such, I'll treat you the same way."
"If I was self absorbed, why would I go into the field of medicine?" Harry said contradicting her and smugly smiled.
"We're not starting on the right foot, not that I care. Just shut up and we'll go get your ID from security." Hermione said sternly and turned back around, then started walking again. 'He's an arse, thinking that he's better than everyone else because he's parents where well known', Hermione thought to herself.
It was silent walk down to security and to get Harry some work smocks, but Hermione didn't relatively want to know anymore than she did about him. And decided she wasn't going to try and make friends with him, since he made the snide remark about the hospital. To her, he was someone that she just wanted to avoid working with at any possible moment, she didn't want anything to do with him. When they had gotten into the locker room Hermione, grabbed her pager and put it on her waist. Without a word to Harry she walked out of the room so he could change into his smocks, and she needed a moment without him there. Sighing to herself, she looked into the hallway for a second or two when her pager started beeping. At the very moment Harry had came out of the room and heard her pager beeping. Hermione looked at her pager and read it to herself, as Harry looked over her shoulder trying to read it.
"Come on, we've got to get down to the A and E." Hermione said briskly walking to the elevator, and Harry followed her, she pressed the first floor button. The elevator doors closed and they stood there waiting for the doors to open, so they could see what was going on, twenty-five seconds later they did. Hermione had ran over to the front desk, putting the palms of her hand on the counter top to stop herself. "What's coming in?" She said quickly.
"A car crash patient, ran into a bollard. Male, only one in the car." The nurse said covering the phone, then hung it up. "Ambulance is two minutes out."
"Right, thank you." Hermione ran to the emergency entrance, and put on a trauma gown and gloves, as Harry did the same thing, just going along with what she was doing.
"So this is all we're getting right now?" He said.
"Shut it, Potter. This isn't the time."
"Ooo, aggressive are we now Dr. Granger."
"I said shut..." Hermione was about to finish her sentence, but trailed off at the sound of a siren, and rushed out to meet it.
The ambulance stopped quickly at the entrance, and the back doors opened, a paramedic climbing out and pulling the stretcher out with another medic. "Greg Villiteo, 37, sustained injury to the collar bone, hypertension. Crushed ribs, and deep puncture wounds."
Hermione nodded and took the patient from there, the paramedics left, and Harry, Hermione, two nurses where the only one down there at the moment. Mr. Villiteo was a severely injured man and from what Hermione already saw he would need a lot of stitches and most likely surgery. She would rather not work with Harry, but if it was necessary she would do it, and this was one of those moments. Along with the team she had they wheeled Mr. Villiteo into a trauma room. "Ten of morphine." She said clearly to the nurse, who quickly injected the medicine into the man.
Harry was surprised at the rate Hermione was working, he knew she was serious about her job, when she defended the hospital. He was just standing there watching her, watching her like he didn't know exactly what to do.
Looking up Hermione saw Harry just standing there as she was the one helping the patient, "Are you a doctor or not, Potter. If stand corrected I believe you have your doctorate and went to medical school. Now stop standing there and help me!"
Harry came out his dazing thought when Hermione started yelling at him, and grabbed gauze to help stop the bleeding on the man's side. 'She didn't have to yell at me like that,' Harry thought, and took a needle from a cabinet after he fairly well stopped the bleeding. After injecting it he started stitching, then started to tend to the man's leg which was also bleeding quite profusely.
Hermione was checking their patient over and decided he did need surgery for his broken ribs and the blood that was going into his lungs, "We need to get him into the theatre, Sheryl, go book an OR, now. I don't care if they're all booked Get me an OR. Now!"
One of the nurses nodded and ran out of the room and went to the nurses' station and started phoning people so they could clear an operating room. Hermione getting impatient, now that Harry had finished his stitches on the man's leg, she started wheeling him out of the trauma room. "Which OR?" She half-shouted enough, but not too loud.
"Three!"
Hermione and Harry rushed Mr. Villiteo into the elevator and pressed the second floor button, as some of her interns started helping them into the operating room. Hermione had left the gurney and entered the preparation room, as Harry did after he put the patient in position. "I hope you know how to work in surgery." She said putting on a surgical cap, and a mask, then began washing her hands thoroughly.
"In fact I do know how to work in an operating theatre, Dr. Granger." Harry said doing the same process.
"Glad to hear."
"Yes you are, aren't you."
"I don't need your cheek right now, Dr. Potter, we are professionals. So act as such."
"Oh certainly Dr. Granger. Anything for you." He said sarcastically, and smiled under his mask, knowing that she couldn't see it. Or could she?
"Wipe that smile off your face." Hermione said just knowing he was smiling, she rolled her eyes, and finished washing her hands. She walked over to the doors and it opened, and she entered the sterile operating room, feeling confidence filling her, even though she knew that Harry would be in there with her. A moment later Harry came out meeting her again, and the two where dressed in surgical gowns and gloves, the two of them walked to each side of the table. Certainly she wasn't going to let Harry take lead of this patient's life, besides he was only there because today he was doing what she was doing.
Taking a look at Mr. Villiteo's pale body, Hermione took a deep breath, and determined in her mind what she had to do. After a second she sorted everything out and said, "Scalpel."
The instrument was put into her gloved hand, and she cut into his torso smoothly. Just below the sternum, Hermione continued deeper until she reached the left lung and had to squirt a bit of water on it so she could find where the opening was. Sure enough there was a spot where it bubbled as the water found it's way down. But Mr. Viliteo was going into cardiac arrest because of his crushed ribs, Harry had definitely took notice in it.
"We need to get his ribs back in place," He said when he looked at the heart monitor.
"I know, do it. I'm still trying to find where the blood is going into his lungs." Hermione said squirting water in different places trying to look for bubbles to signify where the tear was.
Harry nodded, "Scalpel," He said with firmness in his voice, and made another incision into the man's chest. Quickly enough Harry got the ribs back into place, well one of them at is. He still had another to go, Hermione on the other hand was still looking for the opening. She finally found it with a sigh of relief, and fixed the tear. Feeling accomplished she started stitching her incision, accurately and steadily. Looking at Harry's work she thought he was doing fine, after she finished her stitching, Hermione looked at the heart monitor Villiteo's heart rate was drastically low even after Harry finished both ribs and closed. The heart stopped, "Code blue, get the crash cart! Charge to 300!" Hermione said firmly, she wasn't going to let this patient die.
The cart was brought over immediately, "Charged."
"Clear!" She said, Harry moved his hands from the table, as he was giving compressions to the patient. Hermione pressed the defibrillator and a jolt of electricity went through the patient's body. She waited for a response, none came.
"Charge 350." Hermione said repeating the process and waited for another response, the heart had restarted. Sighing in relief, she put the paddles back. Seeing that the heart was beating again, and the surgical team where the ones to take Mr. Villiteo to a room, Hermione took off her gloves, gown, mask, and cap. Harry quickly followed behind her, and walked out of the operating room along her side.
"You did a brilliant job." He commented.
"Don't think just because your giving me compliments means that your going in my good book." She said looking at him.
"Oh alright, fine then. I've seen better, if that's what you want to hear."
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat on a stretcher that was in the corridor. "I'm not particularly fond of you, if you haven't figured that out. I've worked my way to the top, and you. You just bask in your parents glory, people know you automatically."
"Jealous are we?" Harry stood in front of her smirking, with his arms folded.
"No I'm not jealous. Never mind you don't get what I'm trying to get across to your thick head." She said now annoyed, and got off the stretcher, walking down the hall, just wanting to get away from him. Without noticing she had walked into a different theatre, lucky no one was in there. Hermione stood by the operating table, thinking what it was like for patients.
Harry came in, and saw her by the table, he smiled. He was going to play her, get at her until she couldn't resist him anymore, she made him tick. "Oh, so is Dr. Granger mad at me?"
Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm very much new to this. I know I'm not the best writer out there, but I can try my best. This probably isn't the best fan fiction, but I tried. Yes, there is no magic in this fic. Hermione and Harry are off hating each other. But eventually something is bound to happen right? Yes, yes there will be. There will be another chapter to come if you guys like this, which I'm not sure if you will. I hope you did. Constructive criticism is welcome, I probably need loads of it. What can I say? It's my first fan fiction ever.