A/N: Yayness, another chapter.

Hermione Granger was by far the smartest witch in her class and was now proving herself once again at St. Mungo's. She'd tended to 16 patients within the first hour of her shift, one of which had gotten a quill stuck up his nose. It always seemed though that the end of her shift was the worst part. It would drag on and on and she would see patient after patient wanting nothing else, except to help with their current ailment, to go home and be with Draco again. For the moment she was able to sneak away to the Meal Hall to grab a bite.

She had pushed open the door and walked to the line. They weren't serving really anything seeing as Breakfast was still an hour away, but Hermione knew that she wouldn't be able to get away in an hour so she had to make due with what she had. She grabbed a muffin left over from the dinner the night before, some Jell-o, and a sandwich, put it on a tray and walked to a table and sat down. Instead of picking up her fork she pushed the tray away and put her head down on the table. She couldn't remember being this tired in a long time. But she knew there were several factors that lead to this fatigue. Being up with Draco all day when she should have been sleeping, the excitement of a good Quidditch game and now she had been running around all night tending to the patients that had either been doing something stupid, been attacked, or had been in a duel.

She picked up her head just as someone sat across from her. She broke into a small smile when she recognized the person across from her. "Neville Longbottom." she said.

"That's me." he said with a grin. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite. "How are you, Hermione?" he asked mumbling around his sandwich.

Hermione laughed. "I'm exhausted."

"I bet," he took a sip of his pumpkin juice before putting a box of it on to Hermione's tray. She had forgotten to get some.

"Thank you." she punched the straw through the hole at the top of the box and took a long sip of the juice. She felt immediately better.

"Your welcome. Listen," he began leaning towards her a little. "I heard about what happened over the summer."

"You did." said Hermione wincing. "It's really nothing. Just some death eaters out for my blood."

"Hermione, what did you do to them?" he asked.

"Nothing really, but you see I'm dat..." She started but was broken off when her name was called over the intercom

"Granger, Healer Granger please report to medical center B. Granger please report to medical center B."

"Aww hell," she swore to herself softly, she hadn't even started on her food. She looked at Neville. "I'll talk to you later."

"I'll save your food. It will be in your quarters." He said whipping out his wand to put a warming spell on them before shrinking it to fit in his pocket.

"Thank you, Neville!" she said running out of the door. Her sneakers squeaking.

She ran quickly to the stairs and jumped them three at a time. She worked her way through the crowd by saying "Excuse me," " Pardon me," and a couple "Move!"'s She was already working her wand out of it's hostler on her left thigh. She saw her mentor motioning to her. She scrambled over to her.

Her mentor was a nice lady in her early sixties by the name of Ellen Vablatsky. She was head of the emergency section of the hospital but had enjoyed taking Hermione through the procedures of the entire hospital. The only wing Hermione hadn't worked on yet was the Maternity section, and for that she was eternally grateful although she knew it would be coming up soon. "We've got a male, around 25 years of age, attacked by death eaters, unconscious, loss of blood. What do we do?" she asked Hermione as soon as she showed up.

Hermione knew this was a test. "Move him to a clean environment, re-evaluate the situation, monitor his airway, his breathing and his circulation, ABC's, stabilize and find his blood type, send for blood replenishing potion until blood is ready for transfusion if necessary, fill out a report then contact his family." she said quickly.

"Excellent." said Ellen, "He's your patient. He will be here in less then a minute. I've got one coming in, in about 10 seconds, that is for sure going to need intensive care and you're the only other healer in this place that I know I can trust. Good Luck." she said as her patient came through the door being levitated on a backboard between 4 medi-wizards. Ellen immediately took charge leaving a bewildered Hermione behind.

Hermione hitched up the waistline of her green hospital scrubs and tightened the belt on her lime-green healers robes and waited for the patient to come through the door. This was her first patient to herself. She was commanding her team. Behind her two nurses assembled waiting for the Medi-Wizards to come through the door. Hermione took a deep breath and when she opened her eyes again the doors had swung open and 2 medi-wizards were levitating a deeply wounded person in between them. The looked around for direction and Hermione snapped into action. "Emergency Room three!" she then walked along side the Med-W. As she turned to take a look at the wizard she noticed the hair on the injured person. It was fiery red. There was only one family she knew who had the fiery red hair. She moved a little further forward and as they rounded the corner into the room she stopped for a split second shocked. Being levitated on the bed was one of her best friends brothers, 26 year old Charlie Weasley.

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The next couple of hours for Hermione were blurred. She saw patient after patient. They were mostly Auror's who had apparently had a battle with some death eaters at the Ministry of Magic who were trying to access their office for information on the location of several people under auror protection. She had a nasty feeling that they were looking for herself and Draco. The thought that they didn't get in didn't comfort her at all.

She went down the hall and laid another clip board in her box at the nurses station to fill out. There was a total of about 12 right now that she had to fill out and she was exhausted. She stopped outside her second to last room and picked up that clip board. She smiled. She knew this person and she knew him very well. She knocked on the door before entering. "Ronald Weasley, can't you keep yourself in one piece?" she asked walking in.

Ron was laying on one of the beds in the four bed room. He was dressed in Jeans, a t-shirt and a black robe that was ripped. His arm was at an awkward angle and he was bleeding slightly from the ankle. Upon hearing her voice he looked to her and smiled. "You know me, always doing something dangerous."

Hermione smiled and walked to his bed. "Death Eater attack?" she asked softly.

"Yeah. It was total chaos." he said as she set down the clip-board, pulled out her wand and began to mend his arm. "The Auror's had just started to arrive to work and the we, the people in the training program had just gotten there ready for our next class when they came storming in. I have no idea how they got there. Of course the auror office is always open first. We stopped them in the middle of the atrium. That statue is never going to be the same. I think Fudge is just going to have to rip it down after this," he hissed as she prodded the bone back into place with a firm tap of her wand. "Ow. Anyway it was just us trainees for a couple of minutes. We sent someone downstairs to get the Aurors. They came rushing up the lift and into the heat of the battle without even thinking. They were amazing. Hermione, you should have seen Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody. They were bloody amazing. Firing spells as if it was nothing. Although Tonks got hit by the Cruciatius curse more then once. She was still twitching when the Medi-Wizards came to apparate me here."

"I know," said Hermione closing up the bleeding gash with a simple wave. " I saw to Tonks personally myself." she said before fully understanding what he had said. "Wait, trainee's. Ron, was Draco there!" she asked, her face dropping.

"Yeah Hermione," Ron said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "He's pretty banged up. They apperated him here after me."

Hermione gushed. "I'll be back." She just had a gut feeling. She ran down the hallway quickly to the end of the hall. At the end she met a closed door. She picked up the clipboard and took one glance at the name. Without knocking she opened the door.

A/N: Haha, cliffy. Sorry I have to do it now. I want to post this chapter now and my fingers are starting to hurt, just a little. And this whole sentence I haven't pressed the backspace once, I'm so proud of myself...haha. Anyway Dedications too...

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