St. Mungo's Anatomy


Authors Note: Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter. It's so awesome to see that there are still dedicated readers (all 4 of you) even after my 11 months of being MIA. I would also like to point out that many of you are exceptionally clever and guessed what I was planning on writing. Hopefully this will still be enjoyable/surprising though! Also, in case anyone cares in the 11 months I was gone I ended up going to see Equus and I met Daniel Radcliffe. I'm 5'7 and I towered over him…it was hilarious. To make up my 11 month awfulness, I am going to update two days in a row! YAY! Anyway…on with the chapter!


"A fistfight?" Ginny gasped.

"It was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. Anyway Draco is god awful prat."

"What inspired him to do it?"

"Angry polidogragons, I swear." Luna said dreamily

"No…it wasn't that, surprisingly." Hermione said shaking her head at her friend's ridiculous interjection. "Remember how I told you Jeremy said he and Malfoy had a past? Well apparently Jeremy was dating that cow, Pansy Parkinson, and Malfoy slept with her."

"Ew, why?"

"I know. She's awful. But still I knew Malfoy was an ass but that's a whole new level. Apparently he was one of Jeremy's closest mates."

"Well then shouldn't it have been Jeremy punching Malfoy?"

"That's what I thought too but Jeremy said Malfoy was just getting revenge for a previous fight."

"And now you're going to the gala with Jeremy?"

"Yeah, I suppose. I mean I feel bad for him cause of the whole Pansy thing but I still don't particularly like him. He's too—"

"Forward?"

"Yeah, that's it. I hardly know him and yet he's calling me 'baby' and stroking my face." At this comment Luna proceeded to laugh quite loudly, like a hyena in fact.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asked curiously.

"It seems Hermione has been getting her face stroked an awful lot this past week."

"You mean Malfoy? How do you know about that?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"How many times do we need to go over this?"

"I'm going to kill Blaise," Hermione laughed.

"Wait. Why am I always out of the loop?" Ginny cried. "You were getting down and dirty with Draco and you didn't even tell me?"

"I was not getting 'down and dirty.' We just do this thing where we try to get a rise out of each other. I usually try to make him mad by insults; he usually attempts to flirt out my anger."

"And this is normal?"

"Well it used to be fun but now I just think Malfoy is the scum of the earth."

"If he is the scum of the earth then I think I need to lower my standards!" Ginny joked.

"Ugh, I hate the word 'standards.' But what do you mean?"

"Please don't try to tell me you don't think Malfoy is hot. I mean Witch Weekly has made him Bachelor of the year several times."

"That's because he's a war hero and they probably think they need to reward him."

"Harry hasn't been it." Ginny said.

"Well technically he's not a bachelor and neither is Ron."

"Right, Harry's not a bachelor." Ginny said, looking away.

"Gin, I'm sorry."

"You know he asked me to have dinner with him."

"Did he break up with Susan?" Luna nearly squealed.

"No."

"As friends then?"

"No. I mean, yes. Well he said he wants to apologize for leading me on or whatnot. I really don't want to go."

"You have to! Gin this is actually perfect!"

"….how?"

"You need to go, look fabulous and act as if you are completely fine with it."

"I thought that was the plan for the gala?"

"It is. But now you will make it even worse. By the time the gala starts, he will be overflowing with jealousy, especially if you talk about Miles."

"I don't know—"

"Gin, trust us. It will work!" Luna said before running to her closet. "What's the sluttiest dress you own?"

"She means sexiest, I'm sure." Hermione said laughing.


"Mr. Baruffio, I spent nearly all of last night researching. I think I may have a solid theory to how to treat magical colds. Our last conversation was so helpful would you mind if we did it again?" Hermione asked with a huge plastered smile.

"Sure. Do you know where Malfoy is?"

"No, sir."

"Alright, would you mind writing the surgery board today?"

"No sir, not at all!" Hermione could cry her plan was going so well. She was ready to knock Draco off his little pedestal.

"Hello Hermione," Blaise said, approaching the surgery board.

"Good morning Blaise." Hermione waved. "Wait, Blaise! I have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to kill you if you keep telling Luna everything about me." Hermione joked.

"That, my dear, wasn't a question."

"Alright, let me try again. Are you aware that I am going to kill you if you keep telling Luna everything I say and do?"

"Yes but it's a risk I am willing to take." Blaise laughed.

"Morning Zabini. Hello Granger." Malfoy said cheerfully as he walked in.

"Hello to you," Blaise said nodding. However, Hermione merely rolled her eyes and continued to write on the board.

"Granger, first off, it's rude to not respond to someone when they have said hello to you. Secondly, why are you writing on the board?"

"Malfoy, first off, I don't give a rat's arse whether you think I'm rude or not. Secondly, Healer Baruffio asked me to. I don't think he particularly pleased you were late."

"Someone is testy this morning. Or is it just sexual frustration?" Draco joked, gearing up for one of their usual games. However, he was quite dissatisfied to find that Hermione just snorted at him, still continuing to write on the board.

"Alright Granger, I will take your silence as a sign of defeat. I guess we all knew one day you would run out of snarky things to say."

"Goodbye Blaise, see you later." Hermione said, sneering at Draco before leaving.

"What the hell has gotten into her?"

"Maybe it could be that you punched Stretton in the face?"

"So? Why would she care about that git?" Draco asked defensively.

"They are going to the gala together. For all we know they might be dating or shagging or whatever."

"You've got to be joking." Draco growled.

"Maybe he's changed?"

"Bull shit. People don't change."

"You did. Remember Mr. ?"

"That could possible be the dumbest thing you've ever said."

"Unfortunately I agree. Let's pretend I never opened my mouth."

"I always do."


"Hey Dean, Will you do me a favor? Can you tell Malfoy that Baruffio moved his next surgery back a half an hour?" Hermione called.

"He's right over there. Why can't you tell him yourself?" Dean asked, clearly still bitter over her rejecting his invitation to attend the gala with him.

"I would…but I'm not speaking to him."

"I'll tell him if you go to the gala with me." Dean smirked.

"Unfortunately she won't be able to as she already has a date." Draco said, having overheard the conversation.

"Malfoy, don't you dare pretend you're my boyfriend again. It wasn't funny then; it's not funny now."

"I didn't mean me. I meant that loser, Stretton," Draco spat.

"How do you know about that?" Hermione turned, accidently cutting Dean out of the conversation.

"Why the hell would you go with him?"

"He asked me."

"So?"

"Who else would I have gone with?"

"Me?" Dean cried.

"Oh, sorry Dean. I mean I couldn't have picked between you and Seamus. You two are so close."

"Ironic." Malfoy snorted.

"How?"

"Why don't you ask your date about coming between friends?"

"I know all about that," Hermione yelled.

"I don't think you do." Draco snarled back. Hermione flinched.

"OY! Granger! Malfoy! This is a hospital! Keep it down!" Healer Baruffio said, stepping between them.

"Sorry sir," Hermione mumbled.

"Did you tell Malfoy about his surgery like I asked?"

"No, she did not, sir." Malfoy said assertively.

"I was about to." Hermione glared at him.

"Malfoy, you have a surgery in an hour. Granger, you need to write up that report. I expect you two to stop acting like children immediately." At this Blaise, who was standing at the nurse's station, began to snort.

"Zabini. Shut the hell up." Baruffio barked.

"Sir, yes, sir." Blaise said saluting before continuing to laugh.


"Wow, Ginny. You look…wow." Harry said, appraising Ginny at the door.

"Oh, thanks." She said shyly. It wasn't awkward so far; hopefully she could make it through the next hour or so.

"Shall we get going?"

"Alright." Ginny felt her heart palpitating through her part of her body. Even her fingers seemed to have a pulse. She tried not to look nervous or anxious but she felt she was desperately failing. However, she made it through light conversation until they finally arrived at the restaurant.

"Table for two. The reservation is under Potter." Harry said to the maitre d'. As the young woman led them to their table, Harry couldn't help but stare at Ginny. She was the exact opposite of Susan. While Susan always looked composed and prepared, Ginny looked breezy and free-spirited. Susan enjoyed living by a schedule and Ginny was spontaneous. Having spent every part of his life since he was eleven fighting Voldemort and living without any certainties, he thought he had wanted someone consistent like Susan. However, was structure necessarily reliable?

"So Harry…great place." Ginny began, trying to generate conversation.

"Yeah, it's Susan's favorite."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Awkward. "Look Ginny, I need to explain to you what I was—"

"Harry, it's okay. To be honest I'd rather not hear it." Ginny needed to make sure Harry thought she had moved on. Make him jealous. Make him jealous. Ginny kept repeating in her head.

"You wouldn't?"

"It's fine. I get it. Susan is your girlfriend and you love her." The word love stung Ginny's mouth as she said it.

"But Ginny, you're one of my best friends and what I did was unforgivable."

"You kissed me Harry. You didn't exactly betray me. Besides I'm not even sure if you kissed me or if I kissed you."

"I kissed you."

"Well then I reciprocated and enjoyed it. No harm, no foul." Ginny wasn't sure if what she was saying was what she should be saying. Sure Harry might think she was over it but did she want him to think it didn't mean anything to her?

"You're really not bothered by it?"

"I was. Now I'm not. When we ended things the first time, it was really hard for me to get over you. I can't keep chasing after you, Harry. I understand, you don't want me. It's fine."

"Ginny, it's not that at all—" Harry began before Ginny interrupted.

"I know. I think the best thing to do for my sake is to let it go." Ginny had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying. She was great at acting tough but letting go of Harry would be something she wasn't sure she could do.

"Okay. I understand." Thankfully for them, the waitress appeared to take their drink orders. Ginny needed alcohol and lots of it.


"Hello beautiful," Blaise said, entering the girl's apartment.

"Hello to you too," Luna greeted him before kissing him gently.

"I had a bloody fantastic day. Hermione and Draco are the best entertainment in the world."

"Ha, you'll have to tell me about it. Unfortunately I had the worst day ever though."

"Aw babe, what happened?"

"Just had to deal with some jerk of a buyer today at my gallery. Nothing to worry about though."

"How about a backrub to make up for it?" Blaise whispered into her ear.

"Mm, definitely. How about we eat first though?"

"Something smells amazing. Did you make dinner?"

"Funny joke. It's takeout."

"You don't like cooking?"

"Not at all. I despise it." Luna said dreamily.

"Well lucky for you, I love cooking."

"Really?"

"How about tomorrow I make dinner for you?"

"Sure, sounds great."

"How about I make dinner for several people tomorrow?" Blaise asked slowly.

"You mean like for your Slytherin friends?"

"Not exactly."

"Wait, you don't mean for my friends, do you?" Luna asked confused.

"No, not them either."

"What are you on about then?" Luna giggled.

"How about I make dinner for you—"

"And who else?" Luna raised her eyebrows at him while giggling.

"My parents, perhaps?"

"You want me to meet your parents?" Luna said, quite shocked.

"Would that be all right with you?" Blaise asked hesitantly.

"You want me to meet your parents." Luna repeated.

"You don't have to if you don't want to…" Blaise trailed off.

"Are you kidding? I would love to!" Luna cried happily!


"Granger. Granger!" Malfoy called down the hall, trying to catch Granger before she left.

"What Malfoy?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Calm down you, psycho. You left your jacket in the locker room. I thought you might need it."

"You mean your jacket?"

"No, it's yours. I gave it to you, remember?"

"I don't think I need it anymore. You can have it back." Hermione snapped.

"Okay Granger, what has gotten into you?"

"Nothing."

"Then why have you been acting like this all day?"

"Acting like what?"

"Acting like I did something to you. I mean I know we don't always get along—"

"Shut up."

"Okay Granger, here you go again. What is wrong?"

"You," Hermione spat. Draco laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You," Draco replied.

"Excuse me?"

"One day you hate me, one day you flirt with me. You're all over the place Granger."

"I have never flirted with you!"

"Well I've certainly flirted with you."

"Yes, I've noticed. It's quite—"

"Attractive? Sexy? A turn on?"

"Pathetic. I have no interest in you, whatsoever."

"I think you do." Draco smirked.

"Well think all you want; you're still wrong. You're not my type."

"And someone like Jeremy Stretton is?" Draco asked harshly.

"At least he's honest!"

"He's really played a number on you, hasn't he?"

"He's never done anything to me or to you! Why the hell do you care that I'm going with him?"

"I can't believe it. You believe that little lying weasel."

"How can you even talk about honesty?" Hermione said, poking Draco in the chest.

"And to think I was going to ask you to go with me." Draco said, shaking his head.

"What?" Hermione deadpanned.

"Here you can keep the stupid jacket. I don't want it."

"Draco…" Hermione said softly.

"Goodbye Granger."


End Note: Sorry it's a little shorter than usual. Since it's a bit more dramatic than usual I didn't want to drag it out. Hope you enjoyed it! : ) Reviewing makes you cooler! (But let's face it, all my readers are coooool)