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Avoline

Draco made his way down the halls of St. Mungo's. As the hospital's top Healer, he had grown used to being at a constant fast pace. He had actually managed to perfect a stride that was some mix between walking and running, making it quicker to get from one patient to another without getting winded during the day.

"Healer Malfoy," a young mediwitch, Cassandra, called. "There's a new patient in room four who need immediate attention."

"What's the case, Cassie," he inquired, stopping at the mediwitch station to listen.

"Young witch, about twenty-five, brought in only a few minutes ago with major burns all over her body," she informed. "She's unconscious right now, but I know you prefer burn victims that way."

"Yeah, cause then I don't have to hear them scream when I apply the ointment," he laughed, turning to stride to the room. If her whole body was covered in burns, then he would have to move quick to get an ID on her. The quicker he began healing the burns and easing her pain, the better.

"Here's the ointment, sir," another mediwitch, Leanne, breathed. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes. No matter how hard she tried, he just couldn't make himself think of her as anything but a coworker. There was no room for romance in the work place, and that's how it needed to be.

He grabbed the jar and started applying the ointment on the woman's face. He wanted an idea of what she looked like, simply for his preference. Once he was pleased with the amount of medicine in that area, he continued with the rest of her body. It would take a bit of time, but soon, the pain would disappear, and she would wake up.

"M-M-Malfoy."

He stopped. That voice. It had been years since he heard it, but he could never forget it. It was the source of so much emotion, and he had somewhat feared that he would never get to hear it again.

But it couldn't be. She had married her boyfriend of two years about six years ago, and last he heard, they were happier than ever. It just wasn't possible that she was the patient he was trying to heal. He had to know, though. If it was her, then this changed everything, in every way.

He looked up to see the dark chocolate gaze of Hermione Granger-Weasley.