Rose felt Scorpius's hand hover behind her lower back but he never actually touched her as he guided her to the room next door and she suddenly felt unbearably warm under her Healer robes and wanted to throw them off immediately.

Harry stood in the middle of the room, several empty beds surrounding him and he turned immediately when he heard Rose and Scorpius come in. "Are you all right?" His voice was low and rough as he stepped towards his niece, his bright green eyes wide with fear. He nodded at Scorpius who shut the door and then wrapped Rose in a tight hug, "Are you -"

"I'm okay, Uncle Harry," Rose's voice was muffled from the hug. "I'm okay."

Harry loosened his grip on her, his hands still on her shoulders as he stared down into her dark blue eyes, "I'm sorry -"

"It's not your fault, Uncle Harry," Rose tilted her head slightly.

"You should have never been left alone -"

"We weren't," Rose attempted a smile. "I'd like to give my report, if that's -"

"Aisling's given hers already, we don't need you to relive it," Harry said tentatively, giving her an out.

Rose shook her head firmly, some of her twists falling out of her loose hair tie. "I'm giving my account, Auror Potter. I won't be treated differently -"

Scorpius cleared his throat from behind them and offered gently, "I'm happy to take her report, Auror Potter."

Harry blinked, his eyes traveling from Scorpius and back to Rose before nodding. "I'll stay here, if that's okay with you, Rose."

Rose could tell this was hard for her uncle so she agreed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to start looking over Mr. Malfoy while I talk."

Harry's mouth twitched and he glanced at Scorpius who shrugged and went to sit on the bed that Rose was standing beside. "This bed been cleaned since -"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Rose refrained from rolling her eyes and instead took a step towards him on the bed and raised a hand to softly tilt his chin up. "Does your head hurt?"

She was staring so intently at him, worried about his well-being when she was moments ago dueling with a hulking madman, that he found himself at a loss for his words. His eyes searched hers and after too long a moment she raised an eyebrow and said so softly Harry couldn't hear, "I reckoned it may be brain damage."

"No," Scorpius found his voice, breaking into a shy smile. "My head doesn't hurt."

"Even this?" She moved her hand from his chin to press a finger tentatively against his chin and when he winced, sucking in a sharp breath she slowly dropped her hand. "Thought so," she said and moved to grab her wand to summon several bottles and vials from the cabinet next to the bed. "Where do you want me to begin?" She asked both Scorpius and Harry.

"At the beginning," Harry said and lowered himself into a chair, running a hand through his hair. "When you noticed he was out of bed."

"Aisling and I," Rose started and Scorpius watched her hesitantly pick up one of the bottles. "MediWitch Walsh, I mean."

"You can use her first name," Scorpius told her gently. "We'll make it more formal in the written report."

She looked over at him with wide, dark blue eyes, and he felt his chest tighten, "Aisling and I were tending to the remaining patients next door, the women you brought back, and we heard something outside the room. Thumps," she amended. "Bodies dropping to the floor. The Aurors stationed out there, I presume." She licked her lower lip and hesitated, pressing a finger to Scorpius's cheek, but he didn't wince, as whatever was on her finger cooled his skin. "He had a wand. He was bleeding," she continued, her eyes glued to Scorpius's cheek as she continued to lightly press and smooth the skin and bone there. "I tried to use a shield charm," she swallowed as her fingers fell still and her eyes darted to Scorpius's; he was watching her face intently. Her hand fell away, "But he was too fast. Aisling tried to Stupefy him, but he blocked it. He disarmed her."

Rose moved to pick up another vial and Scorpius looked down to see her hands were shaking slightly; he placed one of his hands on top of hers and was surprised when she let him. She closed her eyes and he took both his hands in hers, letting her take a deep breath. He didn't press her to continue or tell her it was okay; he knew she wanted to get the story out, to put this behind her.

"I sent curses at him," Rose continued, her voice not as soft as before, and opened her eyes, turning her gaze towards her uncle. "Do you need to know which ones?"

"If you -" Harry started but Rose shook her head.

"Rapidly in a row, but he blocked them," Rose's voice was gruff with anger now. "Jelly-legs jinx, jelly-brain jinx, pullus jinx," she felt rather embarrassed. "All I could think of at the moment since I knew he could do magic without a wand. He fell to his knees and dropped his wand, but that could have been due to the loss of blood."

"And you did all that wordlessly?" Scorpius asked her, clearly impressed.

She tilted her head back up and looked at Scorpius, "Yes."

"That's very impressive," Scorpius said gently.

"None of it worked," she argued, her voice soft but filled with shame.

"If only you were outside you could have done an orbis jinx," Harry tried to make Rose smile after the long silence. "You always were very good at that."

Rose tore her eyes away from Scorpius and smiled at her uncle, "Markovic wouldn't have stood a chance against my orbis jinx."

"He didn't stand a chance anyway," Scorpius's voice was soft and very, very close to her ear. She couldn't help the heat on her cheeks or the goosebumps raising on her arms; Scorpius's hands were still very warmly wrapped around her own.

"Then, um," Rose tried to ignore whatever feelings she felt bubbling up, worried something may spill over. "He disarmed me, without his wand, but it wasn't close enough for either of us to grab, and," she licked her lower lip again, avoiding both of the men's eyes. "I, I'm not sure, I thought I'd give it a try, and, I did a full body-bind curse," she swallowed and chanced a look up at Scorpius.

He was watching her closely, his head tilted slightly to the side, as if waiting for her to continue. When it was obvious she wasn't going to, Scorpius said gently, "You did it wandlessly and wordlessly, Rose." She swallowed but didn't say anything; her eyes searched his face for a long moment. "That will be in the formal report, Rose, but none of this will come up at Markovic's trial. You won't have to give testimony if you don't want to."

"We have enough on him," Harry agreed from his chair. "Attacking people in hospital will make it easier for us to throw him in Azkaban, but it won't break the case if you don't -"

"I did it wandlessly and wordlessly," Rose said in a clear voice. She pulled her eyes away from Scorpius and stared at her uncle. "Make sure the bastard knows that a Healer with a Muggleborn mother did that, won't you?"

Harry's mouth was open and he snapped it shut with a wry smile, "Course, Rose."

"And then I stitched his head wound and secured him to the bed," Rose cleared her throat and nodded, pulling her hands slowly from Scorpius's. "That's all."

Harry stood up and walked towards her, his arm outstretched, "Thank you, Healer Weasley -"

"My Ministry thanks me?" She asked, an eyebrow raised as she shook her uncle's hand.

Harry chuckled, "Chief Auror Potter thanks you." He nodded at Scorpius, "I'll go check on McDonald and Aisling, then we need to bring Markovic to Azkaban, and I need to see the Minister about the, uh," his eyes glanced at Rose. "Not about you, dear, although I will have to tell her about that, but, um -"

"Classified," Rose said knowingly. "Can I stitch up Mr. Malfoy here enough that he can go to Azkaban and the Ministry?"

"Yes," Harry nodded and put a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Well done today. Truly."

"Thanks -"

"Not from Chief Auror Potter, from your Uncle," his voice was low and he squeezed her shoulder. "Really well done. I'm proud of you. That was better than any of us could have done."

Rose shook her head, clearly embarrassed, "That's not -"

"It is," Harry smiled kindly and let go of her shoulder. "Now take care of my best Auror, will you? I need him in one piece soon."

Rose turned her attention back to Scorpius and narrowed her eyes slightly before calling out to her uncle, "I can't do everything I need to do with only a few minutes, Auror Potter!"

"He'll come back after!" Harry said and ducked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Rose and Scorpius alone.

She looked at Scorpius for a long moment, her dark blue eyes moving slowly over his entire face before she picked up another vial from beside him and handed it to him, "Drink this." Her voice was low and gentle. "For your leg," she watched him drink it and picked up another vial as he made a face at how disgusting the potion tasted. "You will come back here as soon as you're done, and you will stay here as long as I say, Mr. Malfoy," she said firmly, no hint of worry or laughter in her voice or face. "I'm very concerned about that leg."

"Of course, Healer Weasley," Scorpius agreed. "It won't take long, I promise."

She eyed him warily and reached up to tilt his chin back slightly, "What other injuries are you hiding from me?" Scorpius didn't move a muscle as she moved his head slowly from side to side, "Anything serious?"

"Only the leg," he answered truthfully. "I think -"

"Adrenaline?" She rolled her eyes and removed her hand from his chin, missing the look of longing that flashed across Scorpius's face.

"Could be," he agreed and watched as she took a small step back from him.

"I think that's all I can do for now," she nodded. "Your face will be okay for now. Once the adrenaline wears off you can tell me with what curses or hexes you think you may have been hit with."

"Don't forget punches too," Scorpius muttered and Rose whipped her head back up to look at him.

"Muggle haters throwing Muggle punches?" She raised an eyebrow, her voice suddenly deep with absolute loathing.

Scorpius bit his lip to keep from smiling, "I may have thrown the first one."

Rose's lips twitched and when Scorpius couldn't contain his smile anymore, she smiled too, "Well, you're allowed to leave for now. Back as soon as you can." She took another step back and waved her wand for the remaining bottles to fly back to the cabinet.

"Petal," Scorpius slid off the bed and stood up. "I know you may not want to talk about it now," he saw the look on her face, ready to argue with him, but he put a comforting hand under her elbow. "But you may want to one day. Once your adrenaline has worn off too." She flashed him a wry smile and he continued. "And when you want or need to talk, I'll be here," he lifted his other hand to put on her shoulder. "I'll always be around."

"Thanks, Scorpius," her voice was so soft he wondered for a brief moment if she had even spoken, but she lifted her eyes to meet his and she managed a very small smile.

He nodded at her and let his hands fall slowly away from her and stepped to walk around her to the door when Rose suddenly shot her hand out and grabbed his, "Scorpius," she said breathlessly.

He turned, his eyes staring at their hands for a long moment before he slowly let his gaze travel up to her eyes, waiting for her to continue. "I," Rose struggled for a moment to continue, her eyes darting down to their hands as she felt herself involuntarily lean towards him slightly. "I did the right thing, didn't I?"

Scorpius squeezed her hand and leaned towards her, "You did the right thing, Rose," he nodded and when she didn't look back at him, he put his finger under her chin to lift her head slightly so she had to look at him. "You did the right thing."

Rose felt the heat radiating off of him while standing this close to him, looking up into his grey eyes that seemed to suddenly hold infinite emotions, his finger on her chin, her hand in his; her mind stilled for a moment, focusing on him and ignoring the events of the day. She felt herself leaning in to his touch, as soft and friendly as they were, her eyes darting from his eyes to his lips -

"Healer Weasley, is," a voice said loudly as the door opened and Rose made to jump back, her hand grabbing for her wand, but she felt Scorpius tighten his grip on her other hand.

"It's just me, Rose," he said in the soft, kind voice he had used with her earlier. "You're okay."

Rose felt her quick heart rate in her throat, but her mind focused on what Scorpius was saying.

"Sorry, Auror Malfoy, I was seeing if -"

"Yes," Scorpius said without turning around, his eyes never leaving Rose. "A good lesson to learn is to knock when civilians have recently been involved in an incident, Auror Sorenson."

"Sorry, sir, um," Sorenson cleared his throat. "I'll, um, be outside. We're ready next door to um," he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Take him to Azkaban."

"Markovic," Rose said firmly, her eyes quickly shifting to the Auror at the door over Scorpius's shoulder. "Use the bastard's name."

"Yes, ma'am, sorry, um," the Auror stuttered and hurried out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

"You scared him," Scorpius couldn't help his wide grin when Rose's eyes flickered back to him.

"You scared him first," she returned the smile.

He watched her for a moment before tilting his head towards her and saying softly, "Have a cup of tea, have something to eat. I'll be back soon enough to get patched up."

"Be careful," she said quickly, her eyes betraying her worry.

"Don't worry, Petal. I always am," he let her hand go and winked at her as he stepped backwards and turned to head out the door.