I have no idea why I am writing this. Well, okay I do. I just got my wisdom teeth out the other day and in all the glory of my drugged-up-ness, my fan fiction addled mind must have thought that it would be ultimately hilarious if Ginny and Draco got their wisdom teeth out too. Of course it made complete sense on vicodin and not so much anymore but who cares!!!

Please, as always, review!!!!

Also JK Rowling owns everything and I am not making any money from this and am therefore STILL a poor college student.


Mrs. Weasley was getting really impatient. "Ginny! Now!" The angry voice floated up to the youngest of the Weasley family through the main staircase in the burrow.

Cringing when she heard it, the nervous Ginny sighed, and twisted her split ends. "Okay," she called back passive aggressively.

The red-head sighed again as her stomach rumbled. She hadn't been allowed to eat anything for the past six hours, and being hungry always pissed her off a little.

"Ginevra Weasley! For goodness sake we absolutely cannot be late! Now I want to hear your footsteps on the staircase IMMEDIATELY!"

Ginny didn't jump like she normally would have when she was younger, but instead she got up from her position on her bed and crossed her room to the mirror.

Scrunching up her nose she gazed at her teeth. They don't look that bad, she thought. I can't even see the crowding that everyone is talking about.

She closed her mouth and looked morosely at her reflection again. How can my whole face be changed just by taking out a couple of teeth? I can't even see them.

"God, Ginny," she said to her mirror self, holding her head in her hands. "Why are you so scared about getting your wisdom teeth out? You've faced worse." Much worse… she thought as she could hear her mother's footsteps climbing the staircase.

Ginny scuttled out of her room. "Okay, okay, mom, I'm coming, don't come up here!" Ginny shut the door tightly on her room, with one last peek at her reflection.

Maybe this surgery will make be a pretty as Fleur… Ginny smiled sadly to herself, knowing that no one in her family would be as pretty as Fleur. Well, I can dream can't I? She was busy day dreaming as she walked down the stairs and came face to face with her mother.

"What did I tell you about the timing for this morning?" Her mother's face was bright red and shaking. Ginny skirted around it to get to her shoes and jacket.

"Sorry, mum," the girl mumbled, bending over to put her shoes on.

"Sorry? That's all you have to say? You know there is a war going on and we are lucky enough to get protection as far as the hospital! And you know we are also lucky enough for you to be even getting this surgery!It's not like St. Mungo's just has extra beds lying about, Ginny are you listening to me?"

But Ginny, who was lazily tugging on her jacket, pretending that it was a gown just shook her head pertly.

Mrs. Weasley gazed at her youngest and sighed. "They never learn, do they?" She said to no one in particular. She bustled her daughter out the door and down the drive to the portkey that was waiting to take them to St. Mungo's.

"I'll just blame your behavior on the lack of food, shall I?" Mrs. Weasley said absentmindedly, looking around to see if the coast was clear.

Ginny giggled. "Sure, mum, but I bet this surgery will be hard on you too."

"Why is that, dear? Oh here is the portkey. Take hold on three…"

"Because I will barely be able to eat anything for a couple of days." Ginny looked up at her mother and smiled.

"One…two…" Mrs. Weasley smiled back. "Three!"

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"That's three times your mother has called Master Draco, and I don't think she'll wait for another before she uses magic on you…" The replacement house elf for Dobby was not as good as its predecessor but she did just fine.

"Thank you, Ella, that's quite enough." Draco brushed away the fussing hands of his house elf who had been brushing off his black sweats. "They're just sweats. No need to ruin my nice clothes for this surgery."

Draco Malfoy turned back to his floor length mirror and studied himself. He had found the right combination of looking cool while still being comfortable. He smirked at his reflection, taking delight in what was to come.

Once the surgery was out of the way, then I have a whole two weeks of mother doing whatever I want. His smile broadened. This really couldn't get any better.

"Draco, darling, are you coming? The ministry car should be here any moment, and you know what healers are like about the time and everything…" His mother's voice rang out from the foyer below.

"Coming," he called back, snatching his coat from Ella's hands. "See you later, Ella; I get to be high for the next 24 hours."

"Very good, Master Draco. I'm sure you'll have a great time." The house elf had a bored tone, and wasn't at all frightened of her masters, the Malfoys. At least not to the extent of what Dobby once was.

Draco was frowning at his elf's behavior when he descended the staircase to his mother who was waiting for him, her hand on the doorknob.

"Draco," she said, spying his frown. "What's wrong?" She smiled slightly. "You're not nervous are you?"

Draco jerked his head up. "Mother, shall we go?" He rushed past his mother and into the car, determined to show he was not nervous in the least. Because he really wasn't.

He had gone to the check-up the week prior and they had explained the surgery to him.

"You won't feel a thing, once we put you under the spell. The only side effects are some mild hallucinations, a sense of lost time and an overall feeling of drowsiness. That doesn't sound too bad now, does it?" The healer had asked Draco, rather condescendingly.

Not bad at all, Draco had thought. It just seems like it will be one big trip.

Now in the ministry car driving toward St. Mungo's, Draco was actually beginning to feel excited.

He was never allowed to do drugs at home during the summer and what with his sixth year at Hogwarts being so bloody awful and the Dark Lord taking up residence in their house…well, Draco conceded to himself. I deserve a bit of a break from reality.

He smiled at his mother, who was patting his hand and smiling at her son. "Soon this will all be over."

Draco didn't know if she was talking about his wisdom teeth surgery or the whole thing with the Dark Lord. But he didn't mind, just as long as he would get some proper drugs out of all this.

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"Here you go, Dearie," one of the medi-witches was busy making sure Ginny's chair was properly adjusted to her height, and busy ignoring Ginny's look of disgust at being addressed like a two year old.

"Thanks," Ginny said slowly waiting for her mother to stop flirting with the main mouth-healer who looked like he could have been professor Lockhart's distant cousin. "Mum! You can leave now," Ginny told her mother firmly, trying to sound brave. Her wavering voice betrayed her and her mother noticed.

"Good lord, Ginny, you're still not nervous about the surgery, are you?" Mrs. Weasley left her post next to the handsome healer and bustled over to her daughter, mildly distracted.

Looking behind her shoulder Mrs. Weasley added, "The very nice Healer Remy had assured me personally that this is just a routine operation and everything will be fine."

Noticing that her mother wasn't really paying attention to her, Ginny sighed, resigned to the fact that her mouth was about to be tampered with. "Thanks, mum. I appreciate your sympathy. Will you at least be waiting for me on the other end of the procedure?"

"Ahh…" Mrs. Weasley looked sideways. "No. I can't. Listen, sweetheart," Molly leaned in close to her daughter and whispered.

"The portkey is only available for another half hour and it's not really safe for anyone to be wandering around now anyway, but I and the rest of the family will be back to check on you in a couple of days."

Mrs. Weasley straightened up and spoke a little louder. "Now how does that sound? There's a good girl."

The handsome healer strode towards them now, frowning and looking at a file full of parchment through magnifying glasses that made him look like a bug.

"Everything alright, Healer Remy?" Mrs. Weasley asked, catching the frown.

The healer looked up, startled, as if he had forgotten there were other people in the room.

"Oh yes, quite alright, but there is a bit of a space crunch going on right now so we will have to conduct the surgery and recovery with another young man scheduled at the same time as you, Ginevra, I hope you don't mind. I believe he is a fellow student of yours actually…"

Ginny perked up at this and noticed that her mother was already looking perkier than her. She tried not to laugh, but was brought back to the subject at hand, interested.

"Who is it?" Ginny asked, watching the medi-witch turn her chair around in order to make room for another chair.

"Um…hold on, it says it right here…" Healer Remy riffled through the parchment. "Ah, here it is." He put his finger down on the page and read, as if for the first time.

"Draco Malfoy."

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In a room down the hall from Ginny's, the very classmate just mentioned was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong. Who am I sharing my well paid for surgery and recovering time with?"

"Ginevra Weasley. Do you know her?" Draco's medi-witch was gazing at the tall blonde in the chair being readied for apparition transport.

"Do I know her…" Draco trailed off, looking around for his mother for some family, and perhaps, if needed, monetary support.

But Narcissa Malfoy had left the building. Or at least the room anyway. Draco never knew what she did out in public, she was only allowed so little time apart from the Manor these days anyway, Draco couldn't get angry.

Not at her anyway, Draco thought, remembering Ginny. What in the world is money for if you can't even buy privacy anymore? But Draco's subconscious reminded himself of the dwindling funds in the Malfoy family trust and even he wouldn't have protested upon a private surgery.

Oh well, he would have to make the best of it.

"Yea," he conceded to the medi-witch who beamed at him. "I do know her."

At least I'll be high… Draco was reminded satisfactorily of this fact when he was apparated into the room right next to the tiny, freckled terror.

She was staring at him, mouth open. Clearly she had just been given the news as well.

"I know, weasel. This sucks." Draco watched mildly curious as the medi-witch inserted a needle into the vein of his arm. He looked back up at Ginny who was going through the same process.

"I swear to god, if you give me a bad trip…" Draco trailed off as the healer made an announcement to the both of them.

"You should be feeling the effects of the drug right about now…"

Draco heard Ginny mutter 'whoa' and he smirked as a slippery, foggy feeling washed over him.

The healer continued in a slower, watery voice. "And you should be falling asleep… Now."