Thursday arrived and Hermione came in early so that the nurses could tend to her. With her was none other than Ginny Potter. Draco wasn't surprised really and he'd rather see her than the other Potter, or the youngest Weasley brother. Draco hadn't met them yet but Intern-Nurse Jones had been so kind to tell him about their arrival. Supposedly the other nurse, Smith, had told Miss Granger that due to the way an operation could make one feel afterwards, prompting dizziness and so on, she could bring a friend to help keep her safe.

Smith had been giving Draco dirty looks all week. He assumed that Hermione Granger had told the nurse about her distrust of the healer with white hair, or some other fitting insult regarding Draco´s appearance. But he wasn't very sure after the lunch he had with Hermione and Ginny the day before, and he couldn't quite understand even that the event itself really had occurred.

"Stranger things have happened," Draco reminded himself as he rose from his office chair, and he didn't really consider lunch with Ginny and Hermione a strange thing at all. He left the room with folder in hand and lunch in his stomach. He had to prepare for the magical surgery he was going to perform in just an hour, something he would be doing on his own for the very first time, with only the assistance of another healer monitoring the process.

Draco Malfoy didn't get nervous often, he had too big of an ego for that to happen, but on occasion it could occur, and this was one of those times. He hadn't seen Hermione since the day before and she was now in a deep sleep induced by the Draught of Living Death. Just as he was about to enter the surgery room, the fiery-haired girl stopped him.

"Don't make any mistakes Malfoy or I'll come after you," she promised him but then she smiled. "I heard it was your first time. Good luck!"

Draco didn't really have the time to process what had happen before Healer Addams joined him. She was a woman of sixty-five and still looked like she was in her prime days. She was stern, righteous and always awfully quiet. They went into the room together and as if she asked him about it, he held the Wiggenweld potion up to show her that he knew that it was needed. He handed it to her so that she could put it down on the table, it was just a safety check, if they were in an emergency situation they would need to wake the patient.

And thus they began. It wasn't really a hard procedure he was performing, it was just the knowledge that he hadn't really done it before that concerned him. When he started operating though, all his worries washed away and he found he was able to show that he was very skilled at what he was doing. Passion did that to people.

"Can you hand me a plate Addams?" Draco requested and soon a plate stood on the table next to where he was operating. He cut open where he needed to and stopped the bleeding with a handy healing spell. Now came the hard part, how to remove the cyst without damaging his patient. Slowly but steadily, the operation went by. It was of course time consuming but if it hadn't been it might have maimed or seriously injured Hermione.

Three hours later, Draco walked into room number four where Hermione lay, still sleeping deeply with her friend on her right side, across the bed from where Draco sat down. He uncorked a potion bottle containing the Wiggenweld cure that he was about to give Hermione.

"How did you know it was my first time?" Draco asked the redhead across the bed to him.

"I heard the nurses gossip about it," Ginny explained.

Draco rolled his eyes, how did they even know about it? Smith had been there since Draco started but the intern did not need to know such information. Damn it.

"Just don't tell Herm… Miss Granger, it would probably make her worried," Draco requested. Ginny nodded and watched him as he put a small amount of the potion on his finger and smeared it onto Hermione's lips.

"Are you sure you shouldn't put it on your lips?" Ginny teased him and he glanced at her.

"I'm no prince charming, Mrs Potter," he told her with a sad smile which she didn't quite read. Seconds later they both looked down at Hermione who had let out a grunt. Slowly she was opening her eyes, which were fixed on her assigned healer.

"Draco," she said, her voice so unclear that she must've still been a bit drugged, "is everything okay?"

"Yes, you're very much fine, we'll talk more when your mind isn't so clouded," Draco told her, surprised that she had used his first name, but he liked it coming from her lips. Even though he was uncertain he'd hear it from her in a more stable condition. Which saddened him.

"Okay, thank you Draco," Hermione said, still with that drugged tone that confirmed that she was still being affected by the Draught of Living Death.

"I'll leave you two," he said, made a few final notes in his file and left the room. He didn't know if Hermione would want Ginny to know to personal information about her, she certainly wouldn't want Draco to know them in any other situation. Due to this Draco found it best that he would tell Hermione about her surgery when she were more awake and alone with him.

While Draco waited for time to pass so that he could tell Hermione about her new state he started to write the recommendation paper for the intern that the department had had. She most certainly could be more competent than Nurse Smith at times, but he wrote that maybe it wasn't the right department for her, with the note that she didn't seem quite interested in the subject of potions poisoning and related afflictions but that she handled patients very well. Maybe he lied a little but he couldn't endure her yearning gaze. Sure he was flattered but it was his working place and he didn't have the time for girls who wouldn't understand that it wasn't a zoo where you could stare at people as you pleased.

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