Amour Dans La Bibliothèque

By Dorthey Star

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I woke up about one the next afternoon after getting off at five a.m. Feeling refreshed, I walked into the kitchen of my flat and checked the owl post that lay on my table. Only one piece of mail seemed important. It was a little from my mum.

        My dearest son,

                I have been desolate without you here at the house. It has been so long since your last visit. I thought perhaps It would be nice if you were to come round about three today and have tea with your dear old mum and Aunt Bella. Mrs. Parkinson said she might drop by with her darling daughter, Pansy. You remember Pansy, darling? Perhaps you could get reacquainted with her and romance could bloom between the two of you. She would be such a perfect wife for you. I do hope you choose to come by. The Manor has been so quiet without you here.

Love,
Mum

I snorted. The Ministry had started censoring mail coming to and going from suspected Death Eaters, so my mother had taken to writing me like she actually cared about me. I had learned to read between the lines. I sighed and replied to the letter.

Mum,

        My life has been so quiet without seeing you and Dad. I would love to have tea with you and the Parkinson's. It would be such a pleasure seeing Pansy again. I haven't talked to her since we graduated from Hogwarts. I shall be there promptly at three o'clock.

Love,

Draco

I gave the letter to my owl Octavious and then made myself a cup of tea.

At promptly three o'clock I apparated to the front gate of Malfoy Manor and proceeded to walk up the long and winding drive.  Mother had Bonnie, her House Elf, waiting for me at the front door.

"Missus this way, Young Master," it said and pointed to the drawing room nearest the front door. I nodded absentmindedly at Bonnie as I handed it my cloak. With a crack Bonnie was gone and I was left alone in the entryway. I took a deep breath and walked into the drawing room.

"Draco!" Pansy practically squealed. "It's been so long." She jumped up and gave me a home.

"It has, Pansy," I said and returned the hug politely. I kissed my mother and Mrs. Parkinson on the cheek, as it was expected of me, then took the chair that had been left empty from me.

"What is it you're doing these days, Draco?" Mrs. Parkinson asked me and sipped her tea. When looking at Mrs. Parkinson it was hard to tell w ere Pansy got her pug-like face. Mrs. Parkinson had dark blonde hair, which was pulled elegantly up. Her bone structure was perfect, and she was the exact picture of what a trophy wife should be like. She was the exactly opposite of Pansy who, besides being very ugly, had no manners what so ever.

"I've completed Mediwizard School and I'm currently going through residency at St. Mungo's," I said.

"How extraordinary," Mrs. Parkinson said, smiling politely at me.

"Your Aunt Bellatrix couldn't make it, I'm afraid. She had business to attend to," mother said. We all knew what she meant without her having to say it. Aunt Bellatrix had Death Eater business to attend to.

"Tell her t hat I missed seeing her," I said dutifully. Inside, I was glad. Aunt Bellatrix was like Pansy in that she was very blunt and always crossed the line that separated what should be said, and what shouldn't. Also, every time I saw her she was pestering me to marry some "nice, Dark Witch," and to "join the ranks of our dear Dark Lord." It made all my visits terribly uncomfortable. The mindless chatter went on between the three witches for what seemed like an endless amount of time. Every once in a while they would include me in on the conversation, but usually they just talked about what so-and-so had worn at the most recent social event they had attended, and the sordid affairs of all their so-called friends. When I glanced at my watch it said, "You're Almost Late." I stood up.

"I'm so sorry to have to cut this wonderful tea short, but I've got to go into work. It was a pleasure to see you all," I said and dutifully kissed each of them on t he cheek.

"Owl me sometime, Draco, and we can get together sometime," Pansy said and batted her eyelashes at me. I just smiled politely and left the room, thanking Merlin that it was over with.

I Apparated to the St. Mungo's as soon as I was off of Malfoy Manor property. I made my way Ginny's room and walked in. Peggy was checking the stats on Ginny's bed chart. She smiled brightly at me.

"Ready to start her therapy, Draco?" Peggy asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I smiled at her. With a wave of her wand a wheel chair was sitting next to Ginny's chair. Peggy and I helped Ginny out of the bed and into the wheel chair.

"Honestly. I can hop one footed. I don't need wheel chair," Ginny grumbled as I wheeled her down the hall.

"Don't say that until you see where the therapy wing is," I said dryly. She titled her head back so that she me.

"Where is it?" she asked.

"A very long way away," I said. She didn't say anything in reply; she reached up and rubbed her newly acquired bald spot.

"Was it really necessary to cut my hair? I look so odd with just one little bald spot," she sighed.

"In order to heal your wound, yes. However we can fix your problem if you want us to," I said.

"You can?" she asked excitedly and turned her whole upper torso to look at me.

"Sure. We can cut little bald patches all over your head so that you don't just have one and you can say it's a radical new hair cut," I smirked. She pretended to be mad, but I could see a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"You're much wittier than Harry ever was, although he and Ron think they're the biggest comedians ever," Ginny said and rolled her eyes. She spotted the Dream Team coming towards us. "Oh look. Speak of the devils."

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY BABY SISTER?" Weasley roared, his face turning a very ugly shade of red. Granger and Potter each held onto an arm to keep him from attacking me.

"I'm taking her away with me to a secluded area of the hospital so that I can have my way with her," I said, not bothering to hide my sarcasm.

"W-What? DON'T YOU DARE RAPE MY SISTER, MALFOY!" Weasley yelled once again. Ginny turned around and smirked at him as we passed the trio.

"It's not rape if both are willing, dearest brother," she said, and turned her back towards him.

"Good come back, W- Ginny," I said, taking care to use her first name. After all, this was the girl I'd been in love with for three years now. There was no way I was going to lose her now, especially since I didn't have to worry about Potter.

"Thanks," she grinned. We went along in comfortable silence until we reached the therapy wing. Ginny had almost fallen asleep on the tedious trip over there.

"We're here, Ginny," I said, and shook her awake. We went into an empty room that had a pole along the walls that was not unlike ones found in dance studios. Not that I had ever been in one, of course. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. We'll have you get used to walking with a charm on your paralyzed leg so that it will do the same thing that your other leg is doing just after it does it. This means that you'll be able to walk normally until your leg is healed." Ginny nodded and I cast the spell. She moved her uninjured leg and the injured one shot out after it. She took a few steps like this before wobbling and falling. I caught her before she fell. She looked up and me with those huge brown eyes that could melt anything- my heart included.

"Oops," she laughed, "This is kind of hard to get used to."

"It will be at first, but you're doing a great job." I helped her stand up again. After an hour of practicing, Ginny was worn out and I knew it was time for her to go back to her room and rest. 

"Draco?" she said on the way back to the room. "I'm really sorry for not telling you I wasn't going to be back at the library. It's just…Harry asked me out, and I just felt like I was betraying him or something when I was there with you because I had such a good time with you. I felt that since he was your enemy that I shouldn't have a good time with him. It turns out that I had a better time with almost anyone than I did with him. I just didn't realize this until after we'd been married for a while," she sighed. We'd reached her room. Peggy came out to meet us.

"So, how did the therapy go?" she asked.

"It went very well. I'll be back by tomorrow to take her for another hour. Right now, however, I have a meeting with Dr. Nelson." Dr. Nelson was the hospital director. He would be the one in charge of giving me my ID badge that didn't have "RESIDENCY" on it. Peggy grinned at me.

"Wouldn't want to make you late for that. You head on up there and I'll take Virginia on in. Come back by later, Draco, and we'll check up on Mrs. Plegarth down in the maternity ward," she said.

"All right. See you two later," I said and headed to my office, glad to finally be finished with residency.

TBC

Disclaimer: all characters, places, and objects belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for my own enjoyment, and am not making any profit what-so-ever off of them…which is kind of a pity seeing as how Christmas is almost here, and making a profit would give me to money to buy Christmas presents for friends and loved ones…       

Author's Note: Four chapters in one day! Yay for me, heh. I'm all written out today, but I will continue soon, seeing as how we have Thanksgiving break starting Wednesday and I don't have anywhere to go. I do have one little thing that will bother me. I said that he had twelve hours left and obviously he was only there for like an hour and a half, but I'm going to say that they give the badges a little earlier, you know? It's my creative license that I have as a writer ^_^

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