I think PTC is the only thing actually keeping me active rn. Drabbles for the win!

I should probably make a PTC collection... hmmm...

anyways. This time, on PTC, is PansyGinny. I love them. I want more. If you wanna gimme good PansyGinny fics, I'd love you forever.

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The Healing Kiss

Pansy's heart skipped a beat.

There she was, long red hair sprawled awkwardly beneath her, torn quidditch robes folded over the foot of the bed. Her body was covered by a white blanket, but if it was as beat up as her face… Pansy shuddered at the thought of the pain she must be in. Even from a distance, she could see the swelling of a nasty bruise on her left cheek. Dried blood caked the right side of her face; the cut the blood fell from was high on her forehead. Her lip was split, too.

Pansy still thought she was beautiful.

Gorgeous. Breathtaking. It hurt to see her like this.

"Parkinson!" Pansy's boss, Eloise Harken, barked.

Pansy whirled around to face the older woman, a look of guilt on her face. "Yes ma'am?"

Eloise gave Pansy a scrutinizing glare before nodding her head towards the room Pansy had just been looking into. "New patient. Ginevra Weasley. Been through trauma and is mostly checked out. Has a no-magic order out right now, so she'll need a hand washing."

Pansy frowned. No-magic order's were tricky business. It usually meant that the patient was under extensive healing spells or potions. Her heart skipped another beat.

After getting a raised eyebrow from Eloise, Pansy nodded. "Yes ma'am. I'll take care of it."

As a Healer's Assistant, Pansy had a lot of jobs like this one: clean the patient, ensure they have food, keep them comfortable, and so on. Usually, it was an absolute pain, but Pansy wasn't bothered by her job today.

She hesitantly knocked on the door. A soft, "Come in," was her response, so she did as directed and walked in.

"My name is Pansy Parkinson. I'm an assistant here. It's time to clean you up," she said, her usual introduction. Her voice had wavered a little, especially when brown eyes shifted to look up at her, but she managed to sound professional.

Ginny smiled, though quickly winced right after. "It's a little strange seeing you here. Nice though." Her voice was pained, but her eyes were ever so gentle.

"We all make choices," Pansy replied, choosing her words as carefully as she could. "I just finally started making good ones."

The laugh that passed Ginny's lips wasn't musical, but it sounded like heaven to Pansy. "I'm glad to hear it," she said, giving Pansy another smile, a smaller one this time.

Pansy nodded before summoning a warm bowl of water and a cloth. "Falmouth Falcons?" she asked, her voice still careful, as she began cleaning the blood off of Ginny's face.

"They fight dirty," Ginny replied, letting her eyes close. "Beaters both sent Bludgers at me. Perfectly timed. Just within the rules."

Pansy almost smiled, though it was bittersweet. "Just within the rules doesn't make it right."

It was silent for a moment. Then Ginny looked up at Pansy. "It doesn't always make it wrong, though. Sometimes breaking the rules is alright."

"You sound like you are rationalizing a decision you either have made or want to make," Pansy instinctively said. She knew the feeling all too well.

"It's actually a decision I want you to make," Ginny said, still looking up at Pansy. Her eyes were so warm, so inviting. "Kiss me?"

It was hard to keep from laughing, but Pansy managed. "I'm at work," she teased. However, she still leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Ginny's lips, careful not to upset the healing cut on her lip.

"I'm sorry I missed your game," Pansy said after she pulled away.

Ginny smiled. "I'm just glad you're here to help clean me up."