A/N: Hello all! So I know I haven't updated in a while…but like I said before… I still have school for about three more weeks… so updates will be scarce…. But after those 3 weeks I'll try and pop them out as quickly as possible.

I hate to sound greedy (screw it! I am greedy!) but the first chapter alone had several hundred hits… and less than like ten reviews. So if you all love me… or are at least willing to humor me… please review! I'd like to get at least 15 reviews for this chapter… although I'd love more!

For those of you who read the first version of this story… I don't know how similar this chapter will be. I have all the old ones saved on my computer at college, but am currently at home and can't get to them.

Recap:

'Where am I? What's going on?' he managed to wonder through the haze of his mind.

'Hurt yourself. Hurt…. Hurt…' A sinister voice sounded in his head. Before he could begin to reject the idea, he gave in pathetically. He threw himself against the glass windows and felt it bend under the impact. He fell to the ground, but despite the pain in his arm he rushed at the glass again. Again and again he collided with the wall until he could no longer lift himself from the ground. And then...he did exactly what the spell told him to... he laughed.

Lucius, disguised heavily, walked to the clerk at the service desk in the permanent ward.

"My name is… unimportant; I have just committed a distant relative of mine, Draco Malfoy, into your permanent ward. I have donated a great deal of money to help his cause and I only ask one thing in return..." he whispered as he slid a bag full of galleons towards the young nurse, "that you remove the name Malfoy from all of his papers."

When the young girl nodded, he stalked away leaving his only son trapped in his own mind and utterly alone.

On with the story…

Chapter Two

The Beginning

(One Year Later)

"SURPRISE!"

Laughter and cheers rang through the small leaning walls of the homely residence of the Weasley clan.

Twenty-one-year-old Hermione Granger grinned as she walked into the burrow to be greeted by her closest friends. Before she could begin to contemplate the meaning of the celebration she was tackled by two flailing masses—one that was distinctly red and the other an unruly black.

She chuckled lightly, "Ron, Harry, What's going on?"

"You graduated you twit!" Ron yelped as Harry's elbow collided severely with his side.

"I mean…" Ron strained, "You graduated you wonderfully remarkable person that I love more than my life!" He finished only to receive a second elbow to his other side.

He groaned, "Second only to my lovely wife Luna for whom I would do anything." He smiled.

Ron looked around to the others with a smile, but when met with the glaring eyes of both mother and sister he squeaked and said, "And of course my beloved mother and sister--- whom I cherish like…. Like… damn I'm running out of sweet things to say. Ah! I got it… I love them more than Harry's firebolt!" Ron finished proudly.

Ginny snorted and glowered, "Gee thanks Ron… it's great to know I beat out an inanimate object. Love you too."

Ron clearly didn't pick up on the sarcasm and said, "You're welcome."

Hermione snorted and the group refocused their attention on her.

It was Harry who spoke this time with a warm smile lighting his pale and tired face, "We're proud of you Hermione. You've lived up to every compliment ever given you." He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

A cheer rose from the group (dominated mainly by red-heads) and Hermione wasn't sure whether it was for her or the kiss. But those thoughts quickly fled her mind as she was lifted onto the shoulders of the twins.

"Hey! Hey! Listen up!"

"Three Cheers"

"For the brightest witch"

"Not to mention Healer"

"Of the age!" the twins finished shouting in unison.

After Fred and George placed her gently back on her feet, the crowd dispersed into small groups and started mingling.

Fred and George gave her hugs, shoved a glass that smelled distinctly like fire whiskey into her hand, and left with simultaneous winks.

She chanced a sip of the liquid in the mystery cup and her deductions proved correct it was indeed fire whiskey and it burned all the way down her throat, settled in her stomach, and spread a warmth throughout her body.

She sighed. She probably shouldn't drink tonight, but it was a celebration. And a celebration for her at that! Why not… it couldn't hurt to indulge for one night.

Her vision was foggy and her stomach was churning, but she could vaguely discern that a warm body was holding her bridal style and carrying her up a rather long flight of stairs. Her head was lolling backwards and she recognized the stairwell… home.

She was being taken to her apartment where she could sleep…. Ah yes… sleep! Thank Merlin.

The person carrying her was winded and obviously having difficulty carrying up the stairwell. He paused and heaved her up a little to get a better hold.

She groaned with the movement and she heard him chuckle.

"You're awake." He whispered.

She could tried to muster enough determination to answer, but all that came was a disgruntled, "Gruphmahu…" followed by a gurgling sound that most definitely resounded loudly from her stomach.

"Don't worry love… I'll get you home." He whispered.

Recognition dawned and she managed to lift her head up a quarter of an inch to stare into vivid green eyes. She was so thankful that it was Harry taking her home and not someone else. She wouldn't want to tear Ron away from Luna, and she certainly didn't trust the twins not to take advantage of her inebriated state.

She tried to smile, but was interrupted as he shakily tried to continue to hold her and open her front door at the same time. He was having quite a bit of difficulty until she laid her palm flat again the door and groaned, "open…"

The door swung open smoothly without any effort on Harry's part.

"Merlin Mione…" he chuckled (much to the displeasure of Hermione's pounding head), "Even when you're pissed off your ass you're smarter than me."

"nuh…" she groaned, "It's a handy charm. You just never know when you need to get into your apartment quickly and are too impatient or preoccupied to look for your keys." She finished in a quiet whisper.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "preoccupied, eh?"

She managed a pretty fierce glare despite her current state and growled, "Harry I may be pissed off my ass, but that doesn't mean I still can't hex your ass off!"

He gently lowered her legs and held her at the waist as she adjusted to holding her own weight. She slipped her shoes off and leaned away from him, determined to take care of herself.

"Come on let's get you in bed…" he said, and she would have been extremely tempted had she not just seen the huge stack of paperwork on her desk. She immediately recognized the seal on top as that of St. Mungo's, her place of employment as of yesterday.

She immediately started wobbling towards them, but Harry caught her by the waist.

"No Harry." She said firmly, "It's the paperwork for my first case… you know that I start soon. I need to begin looking over the case."

"Okay" he conceded, "At least let me get you some pepper-up potion and then I'll leave you to your work." She nodded her thanks and he exited the room.

She reached for the top folder and began scanning the patient information.

It seemed her first assignment would be a patient in the permanent ward which meant she wouldn't be doing quite so much healing and a lot more babysitting.

She groaned inwardly and sincerely hoped it wouldn't be Gilderoy Lockhart. Sure he was an ignorant, vain, awful man, but he was just so damn cute. She didn't think she could handle seeing someone as handsome as him in such a sad situation.

She would be working the night shift. She had expected something like this being the rookie on the staff… she would always get the worst assignments. As she read on, she was positive she'd been given the worst assignments. It appeared that her patient had been through 15 healers since he'd been admitted and had a habit of harming others and himself.

She flipped a page to see if it provided a name of the patient. She scanned it quickly, "Patient 1431…." She mumbled aloud to herself…. "Goes by the name of…."

She gasped and the papers fluttered to the floor.

Harry rushed in the room with potion in hand when he heard her gasp, "What is it? Are you okay?" he quickly took her face in his hands and tilted her head up towards his.

"I'm fine." She said quietly and stepped out of his hold. "I'm fine." She said a little more forcefully but not daring to make eye contact lest he discover that she was lying. "I'm just tired… and I… I… found out I had to work the graveyard shift tomorrow night and I was just a little surprised that I was working so soon." She trailed on trying to explain, " And well, I'm just not nearly as prepared as I should be," she said hitting her strive, "And I just have no idea how I'm going to get through all this information before then."

He looked at her peculiarly for a moment and then smiled, "You never change." He ran a calloused hand over her cheek and stared at her a little longer before giving her a light peck on the cheek.

"Don't worry, love. You're Hermione Granger… if anyone can get it done… you can. Now, here." He said placing the potion in her hand.

He waited to make sure she drank it all and then nodded, "Goodnight." He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Don't work too hard."

Hermione's heartbeat gradually began quickening with every second—as she sobered up and Harry moved toward the door. Once the door was closed, she had the sense to cast a silencing charm before breaking into hysterics. She collapsed on her knees and began ruffling through the pages that had fallen on the floor before she found the desired one.

That one form held five letters that made her head pound harder than a thousand hangovers ever could…D…R…A…C…O.

She quickly scanned the parchment for any sign of his last name only to find that there was none. No information about his family or who submitted him. But how common was the name Draco? How many parents are psycho to name their kid Dragon? Come on… scales, claws, sharp teeth, FIRE… doesn't exactly invoke a picture of an adorable little kid.

Could this Draco... her patient… be the Draco Malfoy?

That's all folks!

A/N: Well… at least for this chapter anyway. Like I said… I didn't have the original with me… so I hope I didn't leave out any funny jokes or anything from the first one… it's already a lot different from the original in that I chose not to let Ron and Harry know that Draco is her patient. Muahaha!

Anywho… it's Saturday night now… or technically very early on Sunday morning and I don't have school until Tuesday… so I'll make you a deal.

If I get Twenty reviews on this chapter… I'll do everything in my power to get another chapter out either tomorrow (or today rather) or Monday. If I don't get the reviews… then you'll probably have to wait until next weekend. Or even the next.

I know… I'm evil. But I do really love you all! And I would thank you for your reviews individually, but we're not allowed to do that anymore. 