Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. At least that's what they keep telling me in therapy…

A/N: Wow. This story is getting more reviews than I expected. I actually had less of it written down originally and in more chapters! Oh well. On with chapter Three!

Chapter 3 : Training Day

Hermione was extremely nervous. Her training was to start in a mere 20 minutes and she wasn't at all prepared. Grabbing a quick breakfast, she hurried around her house, snatching up notes here and there and shoving them into her briefcase.

She apparated to the entrance to St. Mungo's with 5 minutes to spare. She liked being early to things normally. Today was an exception.

Walking up to a phone booth that was similar to the one outside of the Ministry of Magic, she pressed the 'o' button for the operator.

"State your business, please." A ladies' voice said from inside the receiver.

Hermione breathed. "Um, I'm here for the Medi-witch training." She said.

"Ahh. Another trainee! How wonderful! So far there are two of you. One girl from Beauxbatons, and another from Hogwarts. Please step right in." The voice said. Hermione's strength grew with the kindness of the lady.

After entering the lobby of the hospital, she was greeted by the voice of the lady in the phone.

"Hello! Right this way, please." She followed the lady down a few corridors and up a flight of stairs before they came to a conference room on the end right of a long hallway. "You may wait here. Head Healer Patterson should be here shortly." She said, pointing the way into the room. Hermione entered followed by the lady.

There were two girls sitting at the table when she sat down. One girl with blonde hair that Hermione had never seen before, and anther with dark hair that she only vaguely recognized as someone who was a few years ahead of her at school.

"Ok. Let me just do a quick role call so that we know who is here…Um…Monet Leon?" She began. The blonde raised her hand in acknowledgment. "Ok, good, good. Lisa Martin?" The dark haired girl nodded her head. The woman looked to Hermione. "So you must be Hermione Granger." Hermione nodded. "Well, that's everybody, I guess."

Just as the lady began to open the door to exit the room, a tall, balding man entered, his face buried in his notes.

"Ah, there you are, Healer Patterson. I was just taking role for you. Everyone is present." The woman said.

The man smiled. "Yes, thank you, Carla." The woman, Carla, smiled and exited the room, closing the door behind herself.

Healer Patterson went to the head of the room. "Ok. It's good to see that you all are present. And the you were on time. I apologize for my lateness, but I was with a patient. I might not be prompt all of the time, but promptness from my understudies is something that I expect." He paused to look at them all. "Ok. Now, if all of you would kindly come up here and get your name tags and special I.D's that the hospital made for you." He said. Hermione rose from her seat and went and fetched her tag.

"Ms. Granger. I have to say that I have received nothing but words of praise from your former Headmaster. Albus and I happen to be old friends." Hermione blushed and took her seat again.

"Ok. Now that you have those, we can get down to business…"He said, looking over some papers in his arms. "Normally, we would spend the day going over rules and regulations that you need to learn to work at the hospital, but, as you are all top students and have passed the entrance exam with flying colors, I honestly don't see the need." Somewhere, deep inside, Hermione's heart fell. She loved taking notes, after all.

Healer Patterson continued. " Instead, we will be tending to a few patients. Minor injuries, of course." He added as the girls shared worried glances. Obviously none of them had expected to work with people on the first day.

"If you will all follow me…"They stood up and followed him out of the room and into the hallway adjacent to the room they were in. Along the wall, there were doors with numbers on them. "Ok. Ummm…Ms. Leon, take door number one, Ms. Granger, number two, and Ms. Martin, the last one. I will be in to observe all of your progress. Good luck." He said, motioning for them to go forward into their assigned rooms.

Hermione opened the door hesitantly, afraid of what ailment she might face. What she saw when she opened it was a complete surprise.

There on the bed sat a very lean, very cute dark haired boy that she couldn't help but remember.

"Oliver?" She asked. He looked up at her, puzzled. She saw that he was clutching his arm. After a few moments of looking at her, recognition dawned on his face. "Hermione Granger? What are you doing here?" he asked.

She smiled and walked over to the end of his bed and grabbed his portfolio out of the sleeve on the footboard. "Well, I am your…um…medi-witch. In training, of course." She said.

He smiled. "Wow. I really had forgotten that you and Harry had graduated this year. This is a surprise."

She smiled and looked over his file. "Broken arm. How did that happen?" She asked. What had originally made her nervous suddenly seemed such a natural thing.

He smiled again. Hermione didn't remember him looking quite like that in school… "Well, I was playing quidditch and I got hit by a bludger." He said. "But that's not bothering me anymore, now that you're here. If all of these blasted medi- witches looked like you, this place would be a lot more pleasant." Hermione blushed.

"Um, thank you, I think. Now," She said, walking over to him and grabbing his arm. "Tell me when it hurts." He nodded his comprehension. She began slightly administering pressure to his arm, a little at a time, until he suddenly screamed out in pain.

"Ow!" He wailed. She jerked her hands back in surprise.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I…"She said, but stopped when she saw him smiling. She slapped him on the arm.

"That was not funny, Oliver Wood! This is my first day of training and I would appreciate it if you would not make me seem like a complete imbecile! I happen to take this job very seriously and…" She fumed, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Healer Patterson entered, smiling. "Ms. Granger. How are you doing?" He asked, glancing at her enraged expression and Oliver's cocky gaze. Hermione smiled as if nothing were wrong.

"Everything is fine, sir. I was just trying to locate the site of the break."

He nodded his approval. "Good, good. And Mr. Wood, how are you?" He asked. Hermione held her breath, hoping he would not mention her outburst. She couldn't have helped it. She'd never been one to tolerate playing around when there was work to be done.

To her relief, he smiled as well. "I am absolutely fine. As many times as I have visited here, I have to say that Ms. Granger is the nicest trainee I've had the pleasure of meeting."

Healer Patterson smiled. 'Very well, then. Hermione, I will be right out side when you are finished. I would like to see the results of your using the bone mending spell. You know the incantation, I presume?"

Hermione nodded. He turned around and exited the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Hermione walked over to Oliver and grabbed his arm roughly. He winced. He had to think to himself that he deserved it.

As she pulled out her wand and muttered the incantation to heal his bone, he finally decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry. I was just joking. I thought you looked tense and I was trying to lighten the mood."

She looked up at him, her anger softened by the sincerity in his eyes. If this had been a stunt Ron had pulled…Well, let's just say that Mrs. Weasley might be missing a child. As it was not, she couldn't be mad at him. After all, he said he was trying to help.

"It's alright, I suppose. I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just that I am trying so hard to make a good impression on my first day. I don't want anything to mess it up."

He smiled, getting up from the bed. "Well, now let's start over. Hello," He said, reaching his hand to him. "I am Oliver Wood. You might remember me from school."

She smiled and shook his hand. " Hermione Granger. And I have to say that I do remember you, Oliver. How have you been?" she asked.

"I have been great. How about yourself?" He said, leading her to the door.

"Great. I just graduated a few weeks ago, and now I am here, doing my medi-witch training."

"That's nice," He said, holding the door open for her. Healer Patterson was there waiting for her. She was the first one done, as it seemed.

"Thank you, Mr. Wood. Now, take it easy on that arm. It is healed, but it still isn't as strong as it once was. It should be back to normal in about 3 days." She told him.

Healer Patterson walked over to Oliver, who, upon request, held out his arm. After inspecting it fully, he looked at Hermione with an appraising look.

"Very good, Ms. Granger. I see now what Albus meant. You are very talented."

Oliver smiled at her before walking down the long hallway, presumably to check out and to pay his bill.

All she could do was stare after him, utterly confused as to how he managed to make her furious, just to turn around make her happy once more.

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Ginny awoke the next morning to find that she was very happy. She remembered every detail of the night before very clearly. She almost wondered if it were a dream or if she imagined it all. As she walked into her bathroom, however, she found a note taped to the door from Harry himself.


Ginny,

I hope you slept well. I had a miserable night. Before you think that you did something wrong, stop thinking. I had a miserable night because I knew that I had to wake in the morning only to leave you. Know that I will be thinking about you every chance I get, and that I will be looking forward to this week to end. I can't wait to see what it feels like to come home and have you waiting there for me, Ginny.

I am sorry that I had to leave before you woke up. I couldn't help it. I also couldn't bring myself to wake you up when you looked so peaceful and beautiful. I did, however, kiss you lightly on the cheek and whisper that I love you more than anything. A love that I hope you return willingly.

Unfortunately I have to go. I expect Dumbledore to be downstairs as I write, talking to your parents and eating your mothers breakfast.

See you soon!

With all the love I posses,

Harry

Ginny found herself in tears. Slowly but surely she found that her world was coming back into order. Or rather, finally coming into order. Ever since she was small, she had lived with the threat of Voldemort lingering over her head. Ever since she had heard about Harry Potter she had been in love with him. Now, she actually had his love in return and he had defeated Voldemort, leaving their lives, as well as everyone else's' whom she loved, free of fear and despair. What more could she ask for?

About an hour later, she hurried down the stairs and walked into the kitchen in a wonderful mood.

"Hullo mum, Hullo dad. How are you today?" she said, grabbing a piece of toast off of a plate and sitting down in a chair.

Her mother and father exchanged glances. "We're fine, dear. You seem like you are in a chipper mood. Any thing happen that we should know about?" Her father asked. Ginny shook he head no, wanting to save the news for when Harry was here with her.

"Nope, nothing at all. Do you still need that garden de-gnomed?" She asked. Her father nodded.

"Ok. Call for me when lunch is ready." She said, hurrying out of the house.

After she left the kitchen, Mr. Weasley looked at Mrs. Weasley with a puzzled expression. "That was certainly odd. You know, Harry was acting the same way this morning. I wonder if there is something in the water?"

Molly shook her head. " Oh, Arthur. Now I see where Ron gets it." She walked to the sink and began tidying up the dishes by hand, leaving a very confused husband behind her.