"It's been weeks. Let me see him!" Astoria exclaimed, angrily. She wasn't able to get any information on Draco and it was driving her mad. Even though she hardly knew him, she felt as if she had an entitlement to have his medical information divulged. Whenever she wasn't working, she was at the hospital, harassing the employees without shame.

"We can't give away personal information unless you're next of kin," a woman with dark skin and glasses said, uninterested in Astoria's pleading. She had her eyes on a chart and had yet to look up at Astoria. This was the same Healer that Astoria had been arguing with for weeks, and she knew that this Healer was the same one who was overlooking Draco. Astoria ended up spending hours at a time waiting around the hospital and this doctor, Dr. Rey according to her name tag, continuously went into one room that was surprisingly in view. Astoria would watch without flinching while Dr. Rey completely ignored Astoria's glares.

Astoria crossed her arms and took a step back. She wasn't one to pace or to have nervous twitches. Instead she stood there, not facing any medical personnel and kept her thoughts to herself. There was so many things that she could do, but none of them seemed like the right thing at that very moment. Astoria didn't act impulsively. Instead she would think things through carefully and make sure her plan was perfect.

Before she could put her plan into action, she knew that she had to create action. It was against every fiber of her being to create a scene, but she couldn't see how else she could do what she needed to do. Just like every day, she came to the counter and waited. The nurses ignored her as they were used to her standing there, sometimes for hours at a day. Astoria's eyes surveyed the scene. It felt like forever before Dr. Rey made her appearance. If it weren't for the fact that Astoria had negatively interacted with Dr. Rey, Astoria could be fooled into thinking that Dr. Rey was a reserved and professional Healer. Her appearance did not match her personality, and it was only with this knowledge that Astoria could move forward.

"I've had it," Astoria said quite loudly. She wasn't a very loud person, and the sound of it not only startled the staff around her, but even herself. "If you don't tell me where Draco is, I'm going to have to take higher action."

Dr. Rey sighed and held her clipboard under her arm. She approached Astoria with a tired look on her face. "There is nothing that you can do. Even the people higher up than myself will tell you the same thing. I'm just following protocol."

"Protocol? This is what you call it?" Astoria knew that she sounded ridiculous and every part of her was embarrassed, but she couldn't turn back now. "Look," she reached forward and grabbed Dr. Rey by the hair aggressively and pulled her towards her. Dr. Rey immediately crouched in pain, but in the mean time she grabbed her wand.

Astoria let go and held her hands up.

"Be grateful that I'm not as awful as you think I am," Dr. Rey breathed angrily. "Because if I were, I would make sure that you would never step into this hospital again. However, I'm going to put your actions down to grief."

Although surprised by not being cursed, she stormed off, hopefully making everyone believe that she had been acting out of strong emotion.

Astoria made sure that for the next week or so that she didn't visit the hospital every day. She had no idea what condition Draco was in. How badly was he injured that he had to stay at the hospital so long? The thought that perhaps he had been discharged occurred to her briefly, and that he was avoiding her, but she couldn't believe it. They shared a traumatic incident, and if anything she oddly felt closer to him because of it. She despised the fact that Draco was the only thing on her mind and distracted her from her work. Nothing seemed important anymore. She didn't even particularly care about what happened to Bill Weasley. The idea of that filthy half-breed filled her with anger and she was grateful that she had yet to see him. Perhaps he had been put down like a dog.

Even though she wanted to continue bothering Dr. Rey, she instead eventually gave up on her visits. She hoped that Dr. Rey would assume that Astoria had given up on insisting to see Draco. In the mean time, she managed to brew a Polyjuice Potion.

When Nora entered Draco's hospital room, she saw him standing at the window. His posture had almost returned to normal, and he could successfully walk on his own. Draco had explicitly told her to let in Astoria, and he occasionally asked if she had stopped in. However, after a couple of weeks those questions passed.

"How are you feeling?" Nora asked as she shut the door behind her.

"Fine." Draco answered. He seemed almost short with her. His moods seemed to change as often as the weather, and quite frankly Nora had gotten used to it. She didn't take any of it personally. He just wasn't one to express what he was thinking. "Am I able to leave yet?"

Nora knew that Draco was impatient and wanted to leave. Realistically, Nora could have discharged him quite a while ago, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She told herself it was because she wanted to ensure that he was back to perfect health. Another part of her got satisfaction from watching him go from a broken man to someone who could function properly.

"Not quite," she said with authority. She could tell that he didn't really believe her anymore, but for some reason never challenged her. She set her clipboard down on a nearby cabinet. "Let me check your wounds on your back."

Draco didn't have to wear a hospital gown anymore. She hadn't checked his wounds since he had his hospital gown on, however. They had focused on rehabilitating him once the risk of infection left and when their poultices worked. When she was working on trying to get him to walk, she saw on his shoulder that the wounds had scarred.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "To what purpose? They're fine."

"Do you want to leave?" her moods were almost as dramatic as his, but Nora had to adapt herself to him. When she was authoritative, he seemed to realize that she was the key to him being discharged.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned his back to her and pulled his shirt over his head. His skin was paler than most white patients that Nora dealt with. Due to this, his dark red scars contrasted sharply against it. His scars were raised and she knew that he would always have them. The worst of the four scars ran from his right shoulder down to his left hip.

Although thin, Draco's shoulders were somewhat wide for his frame which made his body have an upside-down triangle shape. Nora approached him and ran her fingers gently over his scars. Goosebumps raised on his skin, and she impulsively raised herself on her toes and kissed him on the shoulder so lightly that it was almost as if she hadn't at all. His body stiffened, but he didn't immediately move. She took his as permission and kissed closer to his neck. Once, twice.

All of the sudden Draco took a step forward and grabbed his shirt off the floor and held it in front of himself as if he were ready to put it on. "You could be fired for that."

Nora held her breath. "You wouldn't tell anyone."

His eyes narrowed. "You seem confident about that."

"You didn't move when I… when I…" she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"What? Take advantage of your position of authority?" Draco sneered.

Nora held eye contact with him. She had thought of the moment when they crossed the doctor-patient line, but none of those scenarios ever ended like this. It caused anger to rise in her and she curled her hands into fists at her sides. "You can't tell me that you didn't want it."

"I don't… I can't even - " before he could even finish his sentence, Nora closed the difference between them and kissed him fiercely on the lips.