Disclaimer: his story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Even this disclaimer was nicked off another website

###

One year ago:

Before she even had to open her eyes, she knew where she was. She was in a bed that was not her own and every single inch of her seemed to ache.

In all her Hogwarts years and all her years with the Holyhead Harpies, this was the first Quidditch accident she had ever had. Given the way she felt now, she decided she would be quite glad not to have any more Quidditch accidents in her life.

She opened her eyes slowly, taking time to adjust to the light. The healer stood above her bed, examining a clip-board.

"Ah, you're awake, at last," the Healer drawled.

Ginny snapped her eyes closed again. No... no, it couldn't be.

"Don't worry, Ginevra, you've not lost your mind," the healer said. "It really is that sexy beast you used to go to school with."

"Don't call me Ginevra, Malfoy," she growled.

"Actually, it's Healer Malfoy these days," he replied with a smirk. "And Ginevra is the name given on your patient file, so please forgive me for assuming that that was your name, Miss Weasley."

"My name is Ginny. Don't you ever read a newspaper?"

"Only for the crosswords," he said. He pulled out his wand. "Right, well, hold still. I suppose I may as well check your vitals now you're up."

Ginny scrambled away from him, holding the covers close to herself as if they might protect her against his wand.

"I'm not letting you near me," Ginny hissed. "For all I know, this is some trick."

"It seems as though the Hospital was unaware of our previous family history," Malfoy said. "Either that, or it decided to ignore it. Either way, I am your Healer and as such I intend on making you better whether you like it or not. Now hold still, it's just a few simple tests."

Ginny knew better than to disagree with a trained medical professional. Especially when the last thing she could remember was being on a broomstick hundreds of feet in the air. She let Malfoy get on with his tests. Though she was not going to obey his every order and defiantly fiddled with the covers as much as possible.

"Everything looks okay, but I'll just have to ask you a few questions," Malfoy said. He picked up the clipboard and dipped his quill in an inkpot at the side of the bed.

"Any past history of head injuries?"

"No. What happened?"

"Bludgers. Nasty things. Anyway, any family history of mental illnesses? As if I even need to ask, the whole family is stark raving mad."

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed indignantly. "That's my family you're talking about!"

"My apologies," he said with another cheeky smirk. "Any boyfriends? Husbands?"

"No."

"Not even Potter?" Malfoy asked, looking rather surprised.

"Ah, so you do read that trash in the newspaper," Ginny said. She was rather pleased to see his cheeks turn slightly pink. "Well, we broke up a few months ago. The Daily Prophet, strangely, seemed to miss that one, and went instead with rumours that I was pregnant with his child."

"Are you pregnant?"

"No, of course not."

"Have you got any plans for dinner tomorrow night?"

Ginny looked at him for a long moment, expecting him to be sneering at her. And yet the man was quite clearly flushed.

"Malfoy, please tell me that you don't actually try it on with female patients..."

"Ginny, please," Malfoy said, though his attempts to appear calm might be more believable were he not turning into a shade of red previously owned by the Weasleys. "I am a trained medical professional. Now, dinner plans."

Ginny sighed.

"I don't even know what day it is today, and I can still say without a doubt that I have no dinner plans for tomorrow."

"Excellent. So, I'll pick you up at your flat at seven?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. Still, she supposed that it couldn't hurt to let the rich, young Healer take her out for a meal.

"Fine, have it your way. How do you know where I live, anyway?" Ginny asked. Malfoy waved the clipboard in front of her.

"Patient Medical Records. You can learn just about anything from them."

Malfoy left the room shortly after making sure everything was fine. Ginny lay back in the bed, wondering just how comprehensive the medical records were...

###