Force It On A Girl Why Don't You?

Chapter One: A Sentimental Ron, Well That's A New One

Understanding Lavender Brown would be a great achievement, I decided as I walked briskly down the familiar halls of St. Mungos. I simply could never seem to grasp the importance of a 'steady-relationship' as she had put it only a few seconds ago. I did have a relationship! With my job, of course. Besides, all men at this age only had one thing on their mind that I most certainly not willing to give.

As I turned another corner none other than Lavender herself apparated at my side with a small smile playing on her face. I rolled my eyes and questioned why exactly she was giving me the look I knew all too well.

"You'll be in for quite a shock as to who's your next patient," She informed me and I sighed. It was probably some celebrity I had never heard of that she would squeal on about for hours and hours until I finally shoved a piece of chocolate in her mouth and told her to shove it [which I did quite frequently, mind you].

"Who is it this time, Lavender?" I asked tiredly. I was not in the mood to have to shove through paparazzi just to get to my patient and get him [or her] mended up and out of the way as soon as possible. "Is it that bloke from that new Quidditch team? Or how about a new model?"

"Neither," was all the replied before apparating off to God knows where. I refrained from rolling my eyes again as I headed down another hall. It was surprisingly empty so that cut out any ideas of it being some sort of celebrity, so why was Lavender so darn smug?

"The healer will be in shortly," I heard Medela, one of the few interns I could actually put up with say and I passed through the threshold, taking a deep breath.

"I'm here, Medela, and who do we have today?" I asked, taking the clip-board from her hands and scanning the information thoroughly. "Says here that you got the receiving end of a rather nasty hex…"

I looked up as Medela leaves and saw him sitting patiently on the bed. It was Harry, well I guess it was a bit of a shocker, had not seen him in at least six months. So that was what Lavender had been going on about? By the way she had said it you would think it was royalty or something.

"Harry, how do you manage to get yourself into these scrapes?" I inquired as I scanned the paper again, incantations and counter-curses coming to my memory as I tried to think of a possible reversal. Honestly, losing all the bones in one leg? Only Harry.

"It's not my fault Hermione! Trouble just finds me," He gave me his familiar cheeky grin that I had missed but I just rolled my eyes and shuffled over to the cupboard. Harry would most likely want to leave right away but it was not like I could re-grow his bones for him in a split second or anything.

"That's what you always say Harry," I admonished, searching through the cabinets for the familiar green vial. "Ah, there it is. Drink up Harry."

Harry glanced at the vial cautiously and I sighed, placing a hand on my hips. Honestly, it was not like I would kill him purposely or anything, I mean, he was my sort-of best friend, not to mention the fact that hordes of screaming girls would probably storm into my loft and Avada me on the spot because I had taken their precious "Chosen One" away from them.

"It's just Skele-grow Harry, you know, the same thing you took in Second Year," I informed him, pulling off the cork and motioning for him to drink it. He still hesitated and I began to get impatient. "Harry, it tastes the same way as it did thirteen years ago, and I would like to make a round to check on other patients before I go home thank you very much."

Harry downed the vial in one gulp, his face contorting into disgust as he wiped his mouth, as if hoping that would get rid of the horrible after-taste. I picked up a glass and filled it with some water from the tap before giving it to him.

"Here," He accepted it gratefully and I wrote down his condition and such things on the paper. This was the tedious part, the paper work. "Where's Ron?"

"Did someone call?" Another familiar voice asked from behind me. Turning around I hugged the clipboard to my chest, alarmed. I was not greeted, however, by a wild-eyed, half-mad man brandishing an axe [I knew my mother should not have allowed me to watch that movie!] instead, I saw a familiar head of red hair and a pair of heart-warming blue eyes.

"Well I get to see two of you in the same day, lucky me," I told him sarcastically before placing the clipboard on the table and fixing my white coat. These things were dreadfully uncomfortable and stifling. "Now if you would not mind I have other patients to attend to, I'm very busy you see. Harry, you have to stay the night I'm afraid."

"Aw Hermione, don't be like that!" Ron complained, trying to pull me into a hug but I fiercely fought against him. What kind of married man was he? Forcing himself on another woman like that? Luna would certainly be hearing about this. "You know we mean well, we're all just so bloody busy-"

"Language," I reminded Ron who rolled his eyes before casually taking a seat and glancing up at me with a bright smile. "Who are you looking at with that expression?"

"Come, let's sit, have a chat, since we hardly have the time now," Ron insisted and I held back a laugh, since when did Ron become so sentimental? I would have to congratulate Luna, she had done a wonder on this boy.

"As I said before Ron, I have patients," I replied exasperatedly.

"Fine then, how about this Saturday?"

"I beg your pardon?" I questioned. I could not remember the last time I had been out on a Saturday night, or any night for that matter, unless heading down to do some light grocery shopping counted. I believed that the only time I ever really left the house was to run errands.

"This. Saturday. You. Me. Harry. Like old times!" Ron exclaimed.

"I…I might have to work…" I attempted lamely, I had nothing to wear, I had not been out in ages, I would not know how to act, and I was sure the only pair of jeans I had shot about three inches above my ankles.

"Oh come off it!" Ron replied jovially. "We should meet at the Leakey Caldron, grab a few butter beers, catch up, don't you agree Harry?"

We both glanced at the oddly silent boy to find him sound asleep on the bed. Ah yes, those vials had some sleep potion added in as well, I forgot to mention that then.

"I'll think about it." I assured Ron before backing out of the room. "But I really have to go now-oomph!"

I bumped into something slightly smaller than myself and before I could even realize what was going on I was being dragged away by none other than Lavender herself. What was with this girl and her seemingly stalker-ish tendencies?

"You're going." She informed me as we entered old Mrs. Dubal's room. It did not even register in my mind that it was very peculiar that she even knew what was going on.

A/n And here's the end of chapter One, thanks to all those that have reviewed, much love, please continue

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