Hello… Well I have work in nearly four hours so I should go to sleep. Whoever invented early morning shifts sucks!

Summary: Ginny is a student healer and when she is on work experience Draco Malfoy needs some healing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter world created by J.K. Plot is mine.

Warning: This story has swearing.

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Chapter One

'I hate Harry Potter' was scrawled across the sheets of paper on Ginny's desk, accompanied by a picture of a stick figure being stabbed to death by another stick figure.

"Ha Ha! You bastard. That is what you get for cheating on me with that slut. You arse." This lovely use of the English language was flowing out of the mouth of sweet little Ginny Weasley.

"Three years! Three bloody years! And he goes and screws the first thing in a tight skirt!"

"Well, he had been for some time Ginny."

"Hermione, do you want me to commit suicide?"

"Sorry".

"One day you will find him."

"Who? A hitman who could actually kill the skinny-boy-who-never-dies?"

"Funny. But you know…"

Ginny starred blankly ahead.

"Tall dark n' handsome…your night in shining armor"

"How about we lay of the dark hair though. I think I should get a cat. That is of course the fashion for single women whose eggs are shriveling up."

"Ginny, your are only twenty two, and your egg's are no where near dying yet"

"That's easy for you to say! You've already been knocked up."

"He is out there Gin," Hermione spoke softly, while rubbing her swollen midsection.

"I hate men. In fact, I swear off all men! Forever!"

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The deafening beeping of the morning alarm pounded Ginny's brain against her skull. The sun had not yet made an appearance to stage an attack on her eyes, as it was only five in the morning.

Rubbing her eyes, and effectively smudging her mascara down her face even more, Ginny pried herself from the couch. Like any recovering break-up victim Ginny had very maturely engulfed a tub of choc chip ice-cream, a block of chocolate, a few bags of crisps, some yummy sweets and several shots of her favorite get-off-your-head drink.

"Oh Merin. I look like crap. And I have begun talking to myself".

Several swear words, a hangover potion and a few choice beauty charms later a refined woman stomped inside the foyer of Saint Mungo's and pretended that she did not in fact hate the world.

Ginny was in her third year of healer training, and currently on her third week of Prac. at the hospital. She couldn't call in sick, as they would of course tell her to come in and get checked out. Being cheated on by your scumbag boyfriend was not a valid 'sick' reason.

Wearing a student uniform, which consisted of very daggy high wasted navy paints and dentist style white blouse that resembled a sack, Ginny swiped her security tag and took the lift to the seventh floor. Her white shoes were the exact same ones that old granny's wear. However, in Ginny's defense they were actually quite comfortable after standing up for ten hours.

A few waves and "hello's" latter she was crammed in the small meeting room with nine other student healers. At that moment Ginny hated every single one of them because they were smiling, at six in the bloody morning.

Ginny made sure to scowl at the other girls (well there was one male but his preference for the horizontal dance were rather questionable, although Ginny would quite happily bet he was batting for the fairies).

The peace was ruined by the supervisor strutting in. She was old and quite frankly an idiot, in Ginny's view. She also had a particular disliking for Ginny, the result of Ginny (a lowly third year student) upstaging the old bat when a patient went into cardiac arrest. I mean, come on, who doesn't know how to use a finger to dislodge a tongue stuck in a man's throat? Obviously, the supervisor was a moron and any sane person would send the old wench the geriatrics ward…as a patient.

"Ok!" The voice coming from the fairly large women was very, very high pitched. Ginny could already visualize the spit flying from her mouth and she, along with the other brighter students, leaned back for protection.

"Craggy, you take rooms one to five. Weasley six to ten."

"Excuse me Mrs. Adams?" Ginny loved to interrupt her superiors. The pissed of look on the old woman's face was worth the extra bed pans she would be forced to clean at the end of the day.

"Yes Weasley?"

"Just wondering when morning tea time will be?" One of the other girls laughed. Ginny made sure to flash the girl a charming smile while turning her nose up at the rest of the brown nosing suckers.

"Well, Miss. Weasley. I have you on the roster for morning tea…" She scanned the paper with her finger. "Oh, look at that. You are last in line to get a break." A look of triumph on her wrinkled face.

Ginny mumbled 'bitch' under her breath and the same girl from before laughed. Ginny whispered, "Just providing the comic relief" to which a thin faced, glasses wearing, hoity student healer replied, "Well don't. You are lame."

To add to her 'lame factor' and annoy the preppy cow even more, Ginny poked her tongue out.

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Ten minutes later Ginny 'accidentally' crashed into Mrs. Adams while carrying a full bed pan to the wash room. The scream and subsequent pissed off face gracing the face of the women would be forever etched in Ginny's brain, not to mention the fact that human faeces were running down the old bat's front.

"Payback's a bitch."

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I hope you guys think this is ok. This chapter is the introduction…next chapter will see the introduction of the lovely Mr. Malfoy.

Also, this is my first fic. I didn't want to tell you at the start incase you were like, "Such crap".

Thanks for reading,

Morgan

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