Draco pushed Nora away. It was the first physical contact that he had since he was with Pansy. Other than some specialists and nurses, Nora had been the only person that he had since he had been in the hospital. He didn't say anything, but simply looked at Nora's face uncertainly. Somehow, the idea of Nora making a move on him never even crossed his mind. Now, though, he felt immensely conflicted. If he wasn't a patient at that moment, it would be completely fine for them to do anything that they wanted. However, in the situation that they were in, it was unethical. Draco's mind momentarily went to Astoria. He didn't know why, as she hadn't even visited since he had been there. He didn't know if she was alive or dead or injured, but for some reason doubted the latter two. He had heard of what happened to Bill, so he assumed one of his colleagues would have told him if Astoria had been injured as well. What really surprised him is that he had actually felt something for Astoria, a type of chemistry that he couldn't quite explain. He knew it must have been one-way, and he felt foolish.

"This can't happen," Draco said as he took a step away from her.

Nora looked flustered. She attempted to flatten her mass of curls, but was obviously quite unsuccessful. "Why not? You'll be discharged soon… it won't matter then."

"Don't you think that they won't question how this all started?" Draco questioned. His tone was irritated and he turned slightly away from her. Nora was attractive, there was no doubt about that, but not once had he felt the urge to do more. He legitimately had seen her as his doctor only, a sometimes-physiotherapist, and now she had to make it complicated. Why did women always have to make it complicated?

Nora went back closer to him and touched his upper arm. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does!" Draco scowled. Again he had to move away from her. "Look, Nora, I don't feel that way." A part of him questioned why he was turning down an attractive Healer. He had needs, and those needs hadn't been met in quite some time. "When am I getting discharged?" he felt as if he had to repeat himself over and over.

Nora squinted angrily. "When you give me what I want, I'll give you what you want."

Draco's eyes grew wide. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Nora stared at him for a moment. "Are you kidding me? You have to be joking." She adjusted her glasses. "There's no way that you don't feel anything for me. After all these weeks, after everything I've done for you…"

"Because you're my Healer!" he exclaimed. The more she argued with him on the subject, the more he felt repulsed by her. He felt disgusted by the idea that this entire time she had been trying to do something more than make him better. He wondered how much of what they had gone through had been totally necessary. A sudden suspicion grew in him. "Have you been keeping me here unnecessarily? How long ago could I have left? Why?"

He knew the answers wouldn't be what he wanted to hear. He pointed at her angrily. "Let me go. Now. And maybe I won't have to report what you've done."

Nora scoffed. "You're Draco Malfoy. Do you really think your words have any weight?"

For a moment Draco was at a loss for words.

Again she approached him. "Who do you think they'll believe? That I attempted to seduce Draco Malfoy, or that Draco Malfoy overpowered tiny, helpless me?"

Despite the fact that she was extremely short, she seemed to have a fiercely strong backbone. She stood tall with her shoulders down while she looked up at him in a conniving way.

"Now," she said as she put her hand on his still-bare chest. "Which way will it be? If you want to get out of here and don't want your name smeared… yet again… I suggest that you just give in to what you want, and forget about the power imbalance…"

Draco considered his options but knew that Nora had him cornered. It angered him more than he could express. He looked down at her with hatred on his face, but she seemed to be able to look past that. He didn't understand how someone who looked so innocent could be so incredibly manipulative. His mind was racing for a way out, but it seemed like Nora had all her bases covered. He wanted to push her away, he wanted to leave against recommendations, but if he did that it would look worse upon him as a Healer and he already had a relatively low status as it was. Everything about his last name seemed to hold him back. He opened his mouth to retort, but as he did, Nora kissed him. He had to bend over slightly to reach her lips, but she reached up and placed a hand behind his head to hold him in place. He initially tried to back away, but everything that she said ran through his mind. He continued to kiss her hard as he turned in place and then forcefully pushed her against the wall. If she was going to make him do this, he wasn't about to pretend to play nice.

It was late at night and Astoria adjusted the skirt that she wore. She tugged at it uncomfortably. Dr. Rey's body type was significantly different than her own. She had tried to pull the mass of curly hair up into a bun, but it was no use. It distracted her and she had to continuously move it out of her face. Astoria had never used a Polyjuice Potion before and although she knew that the potion itself would be disgusting and the transformation would be unpleasant, she still hadn't expected it to be as bad as it was. She could still taste it in her mouth, no matter how much mouthwash that she used.

Astoria's confrontation with Dr. Rey had simply been a ruse to get a couple of strands of her hair. After she had concocted the potion, Astoria was disturbed by the realization about how easy it was to become someone else and completely steal their identity. It wasn't just what they looked like to other people, but a person could see intimate details about the person's body in which they occupied. She shuddered at the thought of someone doing that to her, although the hypocrisy didn't seem to bother her.

She took a deep breath before she entered the hospital. When she did, Astoria gave a broad smile to the nurses. She figured Dr. Rey to be the smiley type, regardless of how she had treated Astoria. Her theory seemed correct as they all returned it and didn't seem to find it out of the ordinary. Once she was past reception, she hurried her pace to get to the room that she strongly suspected held Draco. When she got there, however, it was empty. Astoria was confused – she had been so certain. There was a chart at the end of the bed and she went to examine it to indeed see his name. She looked around the room. It had yet to even be stripped yet. She seemed to have missed him by moments.