Chapter 2: Fall
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"Mr. Fabien?" She knocked on the Healer's door.
"Aah, Ms Granger. Come in. Come in. This hospital is most privileged to have you."
Hermione walked into the grand office- the floor was lined with an expensive rug and the crystal chandelier reflected patterns on the deep blue walls. They were bare but the a ripple effect adorned it. In the centre of the room was placed, a long wooden desk embellished with the logo of St. Mungo's on the front behind which sat a man who had a familiar demeanor. Hermione smiled fondly at the senior healer of the magical hospital as she saw his eyes twinkle. That with his grey beard (although held no competition) reminded her of Dumbledore. She missed the ex-headmaster...
"I'm the one whose privileged sir. Working here has always been a dream." She replied.
"Then we both have benefitted by this arrangement. When would you like to start work?" He questioned.
"Today, sir. Is it okay if I met the other healers?"
"Not at all, you'll find Sarah outside of my office, she'll show you around. Good day to you Ms Granger."
"Good day to you too sir and thank you for this opportunity", she said closing the door where she found a young woman with blonde hair waiting for her.
"Sarah?" She asked receiving a curt nod as reply. Then, the woman started to lead the way around. Hermione fell into step behind her slowly drifting into deep thought as the hospital flashed past her. Suddenly, her mind found a mind of its own and directed her thoughts to her morning encounter with Draco Malfoy.
"Healer Malfoy.." She mumbled twisting the name around in her head.
"You said something?" asked the assistant breaking into Hermione's thoughts. A dazed Hermione stared back.
"Ohh, uh no, actually thank you for the tour. You can go back to work. I'll find my way around the rest of the building. Thanks anyways." She said, desperate to get rid of her stiff tour guide.
"Very well", came a reply followed by a huff and the sound of stomping footsteps.
"Well, how rude!" Hermione exclaimed to the retreating back, turning her thoughts back to the blonde, "I wonder whether he will work with me?"
He had looked quite alright when she had last met him. He was over a feet taller to her, his blonde hair not nearly as slick as back in school. He'd matured, she could see it on his face but he was unreadable as ever. Just politer, or at least he was pretending to be.
Hermione found herself on the fourth floor- "Spell Damage" - a sign read. She trailed across the wall looking into the rooms wherever she could. The first two were shut. The third had a teapot man struggling to sit up while; from the fourth room she heard loud horrible noises that made her cringe. As she walked fourth, she saw that the door to the fifth room was ajar, she stood across the hall and tried to peak in with no avail. She slowly moved backward trying to find a perfect spot to look in.
Suddenly, she stepped on a foot. Hermione squealed and jumped even further back, colliding with the person behind her, stumbling to the ground. A hand caught her around her waist and pulled her back. As she turned around she heard a voice.
"Watch it...Granger?" and then it trailed into nothingness. Her eyes flew upward meeting grey ones. She was, literally, in the arms of Draco Malfoy.
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