My friend told me to never update twice in one night, or like 5 minutes between each chapter, but it's always better reading more of a story before you decide if you want to follow it and stuff. Anyway, this is me, ignorng my friends advice, and updating approziamtly 5 minutes after my first chapter went up.

Haha I hope you enjoy!

"Ahh Mister Malfoy, good of you to join us on time today. Here is your assignments, please turn in the clipboard to Mrs. DeCrane on your way out" the tiny healer squealed as he shoved the clipboard into Draco's hands and took off down the crowded hallways of St. Mungos.

Draco stifled another groan, not Miss. DeCrane. He had nothing against the other healing assistants but Miss. DeCrane always found reasons to brush against him while he 'worked'.

Working was putting it well… wrong. See he wasn't getting paid for his efforts so many would call it volunteering, but that wasn't right either, because he was not there of his own free will.

65 days ago the war had ended, and 60 days ago his family had been taken into court, and charged with various crimes. Due to his mother's sacrifice near the end of the war, she was simply put on house arrest for 60 days, though that had ended recently she still tended to stick near to home, not wanting attention of any sort.

His father was sentenced immediately to lifetime imprisonment, and Draco had surprisingly felt nothing, he held his mother while she sobbed into his chest as they took him away and he shared a look with his father.

It clearly said, take care of your mother. But held nothing of regret, and that sickened Draco, who had been feeling the regret and fear boiling and itching at his skin since he was a sixth year.

Draco on the other hand, had been sentenced to community service. He knew this was letting him off easy so he stayed silent, even when presented with the various positions.

St. Mungos would not have been his top choice but he felt that he did not deserve to choose, nor could he locate his voice after he saw his father being carted away and his mother imprisoned in her own home.

However, here he was, spending several hours a day in a hospital that was treating people he most likely was at some fault for their injuries.

So now he glanced down at the clipboard, hoping to see something related to what he had done the previous Friday, which was shadowing a poison master as he made rounds and created antidotes to strong lethal poison.

It was exciting and Draco was fascinated. Of course he never did anything that related to making the antidotes or any sort, he really just stood around and retrieved various ingredients when the master demanded them.

But alas, today he was shadowing a regular. That is, a normal healer, one that made rounds to those who believed themselves ill in some way. He sighed but made his way to the 8th floor anyway, searching for Mrs. Fuller.

When he found her she was rubbing thick yellow paste on a rather chubby witches back, attempting to cure gigantic, crater size zits that had appeared.

"You my charge today?" she barked at Draco, who was fighting not to throw up, he simply nodded and she stepped back, "good, finish this up and meet me in my office after"

Draco had to swallow his disgust as he stepped forward and rubbed the paste into the craters and the witch blushed furiously when she saw his rather devilishly handsome face.

She hid her face then and he finished without speaking a word to her, promptly washing his hands, at least 4 times and fleeing the room before he could throw up all over her.

He made his way to Mrs. Fuller's office up on the 11th floor and knocked, she opened it and thrust another clipboard into his hands, "clean out Mr. McDonald's ear, thoroughly, and give him a sponge bath. Then you can go." She barked and shoved him out, slamming the door in his face.

Draco nearly smiled, he liked Mr. McDonald, he was an old man, and had been the only one to not gasp when he learned Draco's name, though Draco suspected that was because he had no idea what Draco had done in the war.

He walked to the elevator and went down to the 6th floor, then walked all the way to the end of the ward to Mr. McDonald's room, he opened the door gently, "Mr. McDonald. Its Draco Malfoy"

Mr. McDonald was staring off into space, and Draco now understood why he needed to have his ear cleaned out. He stepped into the room, and into his line of sight.

The man jumped, "Ah my boy, you gave me a fright, sneaky little Slytherin aren't you?" he grinned, showing off all of his yellow teeth.

Draco just walked over to him and held up his want, muttering a few incantations he was able to remove most of the earwax that plagued his ears, "better sir?"

"Ah-ah no need to yell dear boy" he said wincing as Draco retrieved a sponge and charmed it to clean the mad off, then sat in a chair and observed, "Ahh hits the spot every time, don't worry I wont tell" he winked and Draco nodded back at him.

Part of the deal was that Draco was not allowed to use magic to complete his tasks, thus the rather gross ones were all that more gross. Yet Mr. McDonald was fine with Draco using magic to give him baths as long as the sponge 'hit the spot'.

"So how's your mother boy?"

"Trying to send me back to school, and get me married off at the same time…" he sighed and shook his head, "she means well but she misses father" he said father stiffly, as if it left a taste of iron in his mouth.

Mr. McDonald winked, "I just so happen to have an eligible grand daughter about your age, wouldn't want to meet her would you?" he asked cheekily.

Draco grimaced, "I think I'll have enough trouble fighting off my mother with her line of 'suitable ladies' god help me" he muttered

"You're a dashing fellow, I'm sure you had plenty of ladies at school, fancy calling one of them up"

"School was never for school, or romance Mr. McDonald. I had a job to do, there was no time for distractions," he said bitterly, as the sponge finished and the old man chuckled like he was making a sort of joke.

"I should be going… there's a ball tonight. Should be… interesting"

"Snag a few numbers for me boy, I need some female company in my old age"

Draco shook his head fighting a smile as he took his clipboards to the front desk and dropped them there, hoping to get away before-

"Draco!" came the squeal, "D-raa-co!"

He stopped and turned to face the bright pink witch hurrying towards him, he recognized her hazily from his school days, she was one year ahead of him, but always found the time to flirt mercilessly now.

"I guess I'll see you tonight then" she said slyly

"Sorry?"

"You are going to the Greengrass's party tonight right?" she sounded desperate as she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, looking not seductive, but deranged.

"Yes"

"You have a date?" she pressed, stepping closer

"Yes." He said firmly, "my mother will attending with me" he regretted telling her this because she grinned and flounced off before turning.

"Do save me a dance!" then she slipped behind the desk and gossiped obviously with the other woman sitting there.

Anna DeCrane would be the death of him. There was no way his mother could ever meet her, or she would end up his wife before he knew what was happening.