Hey thanks guys for all the reviews already!! It made me ready to write a new chapter to be posted, well, now. Go me!!

Isadora120-Yes, the title was inspired by the WICKED song, although it will have absolutely nothing to do with WICKED, the song, or any other musical. I should have said that before. Sorry!!

C. S. Sprouse- Mediwitch is my favorite occupation for Hermione as well!!!

Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Title and characters are not. Awesome.

Hermione took a moment to catch her breath, throwing herself on a newly changed medical bed.

"Er, Dr. Granger, you have a patient waiting for his test results." A timid nurse said, clutching her clipboard to her chest.

"Just tell him that he has an incurable disease, he's going to die, and that he should never, ever come back," Hermione grumbled to herself before pushing her hair from her face.

"What's that?" The nurse said, poised to deliver the message.

Hermione looked at the young woman. She had her auburn hair cut short to her chin with side-swept bangs, bringing attention to her hazel eyes. Something was wrong. Something was different."Who are you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm Lyza, ma'am. I transferred here about a week ago." She said, straightening her shoulders and putting on a dazzling smile.

"What happened to the last nurse? Jessica?"

Lyza seemed to stifle a giggle. "She's been away on a maternity leave for the past week, and I've come to replace her."

"Right, right. Ok then, I'll get this last patient out of here in three minutes, and then return here for a power nap. Don't you dare disturb me for at least twenty minutes unless someone is dying." Hermione ordered before walking towards her destination.

"Alright, Charlie, you've got a simple enough case of the magic flu, meaning you'll be on complete bed rest for a week while taking the most delicious medicine you could ever imagine thanks to—Draco Malfoy?"

"Well, no, Carlos, it's not thanks to me, but yes, I am Draco Malfoy." Draco said, standing from his chair beside the sick child's bed and moving immediately to the other side of the room. "Nothing against you, Chris, its just being sick isn't very flattering on me."

"My name is Charlie." The boy said, causing him to cough up a lung.

Hermione glanced from the hacking boy, Charlie, to Draco. Charlie was dark-skinned boy with black-as-night hair, while Draco, who was currently grooming his nails, was a pale-skinned blond-haired man. "Draco, is this your..?"

"Son? Nephew? Charity case? No, no, Granger, none of the above. I just needed the chance to come see you and apparently they only let patients in here. I paid his mum three galleons and said I'd pay his bill if I could take him in here, on condition I didn't have to touch him. He's quite disgusting, you know. You should fix that."

Hermione glared at him, then decided it'd be best just to ignore him. "Charlie, here's your week supply of potion, watermelon flavored. I'm going to have nurse Lisa take you back to your mum."

Charlie simply nodded before hoping of the bed and heading towards the door. Hermione waved her hand and the door opened just as Lyza walked by.

"Oh, Lisa, would you take Charlie dear to his mum?" Hermione asked, handing her the potion.

Lyza looked slightly upset. "It's Lyza, ma'am, not Lisa. Ly-za. Ly-za."

Hermione waved her off. "Yes yes that's what I said. Thank you!" Hermione then made her way to that extremely tempting hospital bed, totally unaware of being followed. She crawled onto the bed, face first, and gave a huge sigh of relief.

"Granger, you're supposed to be saving lives here, not being lazy. How incredibly awful of you." Draco said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there weren't any sick children around him.

"S'up Mafo." Hermione said, her word muffled by the pillow.

"Pardon me? I'm not familiar with this slang you are using."

"I said shut up, Malfoy!"

"Oh…well then. I was just coming here to ask how I may repay my debt to you."

Hermione sat up, completely exhausted. "Excuse me?" She asked, running a hand through her soft curls.

"Yes, you know, for saving my life. I…" he nearly choked. Hermione patted him roughly on the back so he could continue. "I oooo. I ooow. Oh for Merlin's sake! I OWE you!"

Hermione looked quite puzzled. "I told you it was on the house you moron. Now leave me alone so I can take a power nap before completing my next shift!"

Draco grabbed her by the shoulders to prevent her from lying down again. "You know just as well as I do that since you were off-duty as a doctor, I am forever in your debt until I either save your life or do something of equal worth. I'm bound magically to you. For-ev-er. For-ev-er. There's no way around it."

Hermione's jaw dropped. How could she have not known that? Of course, she really did know that, but how could she have forgotten? "Er…right."

"So, here's the plan. I'm going to take you to dinner tonight…"

"No way."

"Hush and let me finish! I'm going to take you to dinner at a very nice restaurant. There are always sketchy people standing outside. I'll leave you for a moment to check on our reservations, then you'll be mugged, and I'll save you!" Draco said, his face beaming. "Isn't it excellent?"

Hermione looked down, afraid that her face would give away to the ridiculousness of this idea. Hadn't Draco gotten high marks on his OWLs and NEWTs?

But she'd show him. "Alright, sound brilliant." Hermione said. But little did Draco know that she would be ready. More than ready.

"Fantastic. I'll pick you up from here around, 8:30?"

Hermione nodded.

"Er, I guess I'll see you then!" Draco said, turning on his heel and marching out of the hospital. He then smirked to himself. "Little does Hermione know that I hired some sketchy men to take care of the job myself…ha ha HA!"

"Sir, I think you need to go back in there. They have a nice place for people like you," an elderly woman said. Draco looked down at her and had to look away almost immediately, she was so painful to look at. She was so old her skin seemed to be dripping off her face.

"What do you mean, kind old lady?"

"You're talking to yourself like a fool! Honestly, you need to go back. I'll take you if you want," She said, extending a feeble, gnarled hand. Draco immediately threw up a little bit in his mouth before almost sprinting away. "Crazy kids," the old woman said, shaking her head.

Hope you guys liked this!! I think it's a little short, but I got so many reviews so quickly, I just couldn't wait to update!! Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewing. I think my catch phrase of the last chapter was "No one saves Draco Malfoy's life without asking permission first. No one." I don't think I have a catch phrase in this one, but I guess I'll wait and see.

Ps. That "for-ev-er" line is from that movie...with Smalls...and other children playing baseball. I just don't remember what it's called at the moment. Darn.

You know what to do, review!!

-VBC.