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A/N - I knew that I was a bad writer. I haven't completed the other story and has posted a new one, but I couldn't help, this story has been in my laptop for eternity and I decided to post it and give it a shot. Please, be bear with me.
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy cursed under his breath. How long does he have to sit and waiting? Why the healers at St Mungo's are incompetent and unprofessional? They let their patient to waiting with no further explanation. If he is more careful and not fall down from the stairs and made his finger broken, he wouldn't have ended up here to spend time to waiting. Don't they know that time is money? He would complain about their poor service.
He leaned on a chair and tried to be more relaxed. His nose wrinkled as he smelled the stench from blood, lots of blood. Not only blood, but he could smell the fear and grief from people around. His ears capturing screams from the patients from upstairs, as well as a baby's cry from downstairs. He heard footsteps from outside the room, the sound of wheelchair, the sound of running water, the sound of the wind blowing in from the window. His ears capture everything clearly. He wasn't surprised by it all, he has adapted over the years, everything was normal, at least for him.
He sighed heavily and straightening his suit. After the war, his life is no longer the same. His father was in Azkaban to account for what he had done. While his mother, she became mad after his father was thrown into prison, and ended up killing herself, it happened about a year ago. He no longer lived at Malfoy Manor, too many bad memories, too much pain, he couldn't bear. So he decided to move to Muggle London, where nobody recognizes him. But he is still richer than before. He bought a property company that is nearly bankrupt and then starts from scratch. Only three years his name became known in London, his face adorning business magazine and made him the most desirable bachelors in London. He smirked smugly. Even in the Wizarding World no one can resist the charm of Draco Malfoy. Although he has a dark past and a broken family, women still want him, especially in their beds.
Although everything looks fine, honestly he kept a secret, the darkest secret that he wouldn't tell to anyone. It tortured him to death. It makes him became a monster and he was disgusted with himself. Granted, he's stronger and faster, but he wasn't happy with who he is now. Because he knows his current form isn't the Draco Malfoy that people used to know.
His thoughts back to the present when he hears footsteps, light footsteps, barely audible, at least to his ear. "About time," he muttered coldly right when the door opened.
"Forgive me for my delay. There is a critical patient who needs my help," the healer replied in soft and dreamy voice. He recognized her voice, but where?
"Well, it's not my con-" he stopped abruptly when the healer show herself. She has blond hair or he prefers to call it golden hair, and tied into a neat ponytail, she wore a white gown usual wear by the healer or doctor in Muggle hospital; she was wearing a maroon turtle neck midi dress. He glanced at her name tag for make sure, it said Luna Lovegood. Damn, Luna Lovegood had grown up. She was taller than the last time he saw her in court to testify.
"Draco Malfoy," she said, smiling warmly. His name sounds so lovely in his ears.
"Oh, it's you," he replied dryly.
"Yes, it's me. How have you been?" she asked gently and didn't stop smiling.
"Great. You?" he answered again without emotion in his voice.
"Amazing, thank you," she replied. "So, what is your complaint?" she pulled out her wand beneath her healer gown.
"I just need help for my finger," he held out his left hand.
"Oh, this is bad," Luna murmured as she watched his broken finger, literally broken. His finger was swollen and began bruising. "What happened?"
"Accident," he replied coldly. "Can you fix it? I have tried to fix it myself but it getting worse,"
"Of course, Mr Malfoy," she said."But this is going to hurt,"
"Yeah, whatever, just hurry up,"
"I will compress with ice cubes, so it will reduce the pain when I straighten your finger," she said still smiling as she took the ice cubes from a small bowl. "Excuse me," she muttered as she reached for his left hand and pressed the ice cubes on a broken finger. His other fingers brushing against her knuckles; her skin feels soft under his touch. "You look different," she finally said, watching him closely.
"Of course, I grew up," he answered dryly refuses eye contact, afraid if she realized who he was. Damn, Ravenclaw!
She smiled gently, "No, that's not what I mean," she said as she watched his finger just before turned back to his face. "I mean, your aura,"
He frowned, "You're weird," he really didn't want to engage in conversation with Loony Lovegood, not even when she had become a healer, she still Loony in his eyes.
"I know," she admitted softly without feeling offended in the slightest, she has been through worse than that. "Your aura reminds me of someone whom I met many years ago when we were still at Hogwarts. But I don't recall who it was,"
"Hmm..." was his response, hoping she wouldn't continue the conversation further. This girl is quite dangerous, he noted. He didn't know what to do to her if his secret revealed by her.
"Alright," she finally said after the ice cubes had melted and he felt his finger began to numb. She took her wand off the table. "Ready?" He nods lightly, then she flicked her wand, she's casting a non-verbal spell and 'crack' he grimaced but the pain wasn't too bad.
"Not too bad," he commented.
She smiled lightly, "I'll be splinted your finger, in order that your finger straight perfectly." Slowly she splinted his finger, she's very gently he barely feels her touch. "Are you left-handed?"
"No," he answered simply.
"That's good. I suggest that you don't move your finger too often it will slow down the healing," she told him.
"That's it?"
She nodded lightly, "I also recommend that you keep the splint remains sterile" she has finished splint. "I don't see a bloody wound on your finger, so I will not give you any potion. There any other parts that hurt?"
"No, just my finger," he replied coldly.
"You're going to come back here after a week-"
He interrupted harshly, "What for?"
"To remove the splint," she said kindly. "I expect to see you next week Mr Malfoy, have a nice day," she gave him last smile before stepping out of the room.
Draco stared at the door for a while. She's very kind and she has a genuine smile. Perhaps the most genuine smile ever offered to him after many years. He grew up surrounded by lies. All affection and all smiles that he had received during his life is nothing but lies, they do it because of the gold behind Malfoy name, they do it because he was a Malfoy.
He sighed heavily and stood on his feet, he glanced out the window and relieved as see the sky darkening indicates it will rain soon. He likes when it rains or when the sky is cloudy and covered the sun. He began to hate the sun the last few years; it gives him nothing but trouble.
He immediately walked out of the room, a strong smell of blood immediately hit his nose, he growled lightly trying to control himself. How he hated hospitals. As he walked down the corridor he spotted Luna crouched in front of a little girl and offered a lollipop, he stopped abruptly and watch. The face of the little girl looks wet with tears. Slowly her little hand reached for a lollipop and then she smiled widely and showing her toothless teeth. He couldn't help but smile a little, even in his dark life; he was still allowed to see the innocence and kindness.
"She'll be fine. Nargles told me," he heard Luna very clearly in his ear. Her voice was soft silky. He turned his head and leaves the building before he was late for meeting.