"Healer Smethwyck, do you have a moment?" Kagome asked, jogging to catch up to the senior healer.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone a bit more brisk then Kagome was used to.
"I have this friend, he was in the Battle of Hogwarts with me, he's having some really bad nightmares. He was taking the potion for dreamless sleep but it's not effective anymore. He asked over the break if we had anything stronger." Kagome explained.
Smethwyck turned, stopping his quick strides to give her his full attention. "That's the only thing we have, and since we're so understaffed it is impossible to come up with something stronger. Is that all?"
Kagome felt her face heat up, "yes sir. Thanks for your time."
Smethwyck nodded and began walking again, leaving Kagome to trek back to the tea room to fold the towels she started.
"That went well." Draco smirked, shaking out a bed sheet.
"No one asked for an opinion, Draco." Kagome grumbled.
Draco shrugged and glanced up, "so I have to ask, you looked very radiant when you walked in this morning. Finally moving on from Weaslebee? Who's it with? His dragon lover of a brother?"
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Kagome sighed.
"Oliver Wood? You do love the Gryffindor's don't you? Or maybe it's the twin… couldn't bare to live without his face so of course that's the logical explanation."
Kagome whirled, tossing her towel onto the pile. "My love life is of no concern to you."
Draco smirked, his own linens long forgotten on the table. "You two were dating your entire school career and one year after, who knew all it took was seven months to get over him? George must be happy."
Kagome swung her hand, the towels and bed sheets flying around the room. "I wish it was you that died in the war; Crabbe was nothing, you're unbearable."
Draco watched with narrowed eyes as Kagome stormed out of the room before moving to pick up the discarded items. He tried to ignore the sting in his chest, mentally admitting he had deserved that outburst.