Nurse
by: epiphanies
A short conversation between Draco and Pansy. No background, just a one-shot. :) Pure dialogue :)
"Don't you understand? They're out to get you! They're out there, and they're going "let's get the stupid little Slytherin prat" and they can -kill- you! And they -they -will- kill you! You know they have absolutely no problem making you bleed, they proved that last week-"
"Oh Pansy, do shut up already."
"No! No, you stupid jerk, don't you dare take one more step!"
"Oh, so now you're my keeper?"
"I should be, then you'd live to be a ripe old age and not get wrinkled and-"
"Look, you have no control whether I go out that door or not!"
"Fine! Go, then. See if I care."
"But you do care."
"And obviously I do have control of you, if you're not out the door by now."
"Shut it, Parkinson. I only meant-"
"Enough of it, Draco. Enough. I don't care, I really don't, I don't care if you go out there and get beaten to a pulp, I don't care if they break your nose, I don't care if they smash your head in--"
"You know you'd care. You know you'd look after me."
"But why MAKE me look after you, you git? Why put me through it?"
"I like your nursing."
"I know, you've always enjoyed being fawned over, Draco, but that's not the point. The point is that you're an insufferable know-it-all, just like Hermione Granger, and you're going to go out that door and get killed."
"Oh, please. Never, ever call me Hermione Granger again. And as if Potter and his little gang-"
"You saw what they could do! Dumbledore's Army ring a bell, eh? Winged boils, concussions, massive slugs, none of that is instilled in your memory?"
"Yeah, I remember, of course I remember. But, I mean, it doesn't mean that we can't take them. It's just-"
"Oh, so now it's 'we'? Now 'we're' going out there? Now I'm getting myself killed too?"
"Of course you're not. I'll protect you."
"Only because I'm your nurse."
"Well...yeah."
"But...can I stop you?"
"No, not really."
"Fine, then, you dunderhead. You're making me go with you."
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes you are! And I'm going out there with you, but if the bats on your face lift you off of the ground, I am NOT making the mistake of grabbing your ankle this time!"
"Deal."
"You really think I'm a good nurse?"
"Of course I do, Pansy. You know all of the good spells, and you have this way of talking when I'm hurt that just makes everything go away. It's neat."
"Really? My voice makes you feel better?"
"No! Of course not, your voice is like nails on a chalkboard! No, but the things you say, like "Wittle Ickle Drakey, do feel better" and all that rot."
"I've never said that!"
"I figured as much. Actually, I never really listen. Guess it is your voice, then."
"Probably reminds you of your mother's."
"I somehow highly doubt it."
"Why?"
"Probably because my mother never tended to me when I was sick."
"Right."
"Yeah."
"So, you ready to get killed?"
"Only if you are, Nurse."
"Let's get out of here. I'm aching for a broken nose."
"Y'know what? Me too."
~La Fin~