Chapter Two
Summary: Ginny is a student healer and when she is on work experience Draco Malfoy needs some healing.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter world created by J.K. Plot is mine.
Warning: I have a potty mouth!
Note: Before you say Draco is out of character, he is 'out of it' after being sedated because of the extent of his injuries. So he is acting…nice. Also I do not 'hate' Harry! I was using his services as the ex-bf for convenience.
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Ginny had been assigned rooms six to ten, which were all high care patients. As Ginny scanned her list and read the patients names, her finger stopped dead at; Malfoy, D. Room Nine.
'Bloody hell' whispered Ginny.
Ginny remembered that boy. Well, he was a man now. The Malfoy name, though not as highly regarded today as it once was, still made Ginny a little anxious. After all, Malfoy senior had tried to kill her.
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Ginny poked her head inside room nine. Luckily the blonde man was asleep. As she approached the bed she couldn't help but notice the catheter bag, full with Malfoy's urine, on the ground. 'He's hurt…I have the upper hand' she chanted to herself.
After a quick scan of Malfoy's patient file, she noted that he had been involved in a Quiditch accident and had been sedated so that the bones from his hips down could be re-grown.
After taking the vital signs, she noted in Malfoy's file that he still had a high temperature and low blood pressure. This made Ginny's lip curl downward, as she knew Malfoy would need to stay in the hospital for some time to recover.
"Stupid bloody Quidditch players," mumbled Ginny.
"Yes, I quite agree." Ginny spun around to see an older women, with bleach blonde hair and an erect posture. The women rose gracefully to stand beside Ginny at Malfoy's bed.
"You must be Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Yes. How is my son doing?" For someone who had obviously been in the hospital awhile (Ginny noted the woman's wrinkled clothes) her face held no trace of tears. Ginny guessed that Malfoy's were above crying, even if their only child had nearly died.
"Well, he has an elevated temperature…"
Ginny did not have the chance to finish as Mrs. Adams (faeces free) barged though the door.
"Ah! Miss. Weasley. Good timing. Mr. Malfoy needs his catheter changed and please redress the wound on his right knee."
"Fine."
"Watch that attitude young lady."
When Mrs. Adams had turned her back, Ginny whipped out her wand and pointed it at the old women skirt so that it tucked into her floral underpants.
Ginny's retribution even got a giggle from Mrs. Malfoy.
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After asking Mrs. Malfoy to leave the room, Ginny uncovered the blankets from Malfoy. He was only wearing a pajama top so Ginny had a very nice view of his manly parts. He truly was a fine male specimen.
The tube sticking straight out of said manly parts brought Ginny from her trance. After washing her hands, and putting on some sterilised surgical gloves, Ginny set about removing the tube from Malfoy's member.
"Oooh! Yes, baby right there!"
Ginny jumped back from the bed in surprise, and accidentally pulled the tube out rather forcefully. The removal of the tube had hurt Malfoy as the next second he was on top of her, half naked.
Ginny had no time to enjoy the feeling of Malfoy on her because she was being suffocated instead.
"Get…off…me…ass…hole…"
"Weasley?"
"Duh! Doesn't the red hair explain everything?" Ginny managed to choke out.
As soon as Malfoy realised that the five foot nine girl held no real threat, with only a yellow tube for protection, he swiftly leapt off Ginny and seemed to figure out that he was in fact flashing the world his privates.
Ginny wobbled to a standing position and handed the blushing, but angry, man a pillow to cover himself.
"Thanks."
"No worries. Well since you're awake you won't be needing the catheter. I take it you know how to use the toilet?"
"Geeh Weasley. You are a funny one aren't you?"
"Please lie down so I can dress the wound on your leg please?"
"What happened? Did you just rape me?"
Ginny was so taken aback that she laughed.
"Excuse me? I was just taking your catheter out and the next thing I know you have jumped me!"
"Oh…I just felt…"
"Happy?" Ginny supplied with a smile on her face.
"Something like that."
"Well Malfoy, when you fell of your broom…"
"I did not fall! I was pushed! Did we win?"
"Whatever…you fell from your broom and before anyone could help you, you had bashed into one of the goal posts. You are lucky you only suffered a few scratches and broken bones. Unfortunately, we couldn't fix your demented brain."
"But did we win?"
"Look in your hand." Surprisingly Malfoy was still clutching the snitch from the game.
"You had such a death grip on the thing. I read in your patient notes that every time the healers tried to pry it from your rather feminine finger bursts of magic would zap them. You must really love that thing. Now get on the bed so I can dress your wound."
"You're my healer?"
"Well sort off. I am a student healer."
"I need pants."
Ginny had to bite her tongue from begging him to stay naked, and instead found the first pair of boxer shorts she could find from the drawer. The shorts had snitches flying around for the design.
"Geeh, Malfoy you must really love those snitches."
"Shut up. My Mother brought them."
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After dressing the wound, and making sure to be as rough as possible, Ginny eventually got Malfoy back lying down in bed.
"Now, I have to go sterilise my hands after touching your penis."
"It's not like you have never touched it before."
That was not all Ginny had done to Malfoy's penis before. Ginny and Malfoy had had a brief fling in her fifth and his sixth year. They had never consummated their relationship, as Ginny was waiting for Harry to realise that she was alive, but they had participated in their fair share of fooling around.
Ginny decided that she needed to get the hell out of Malfoy's room before he noticed her flushed face.
"If you need anything just ring the bell."
As Ginny was walking out her pager began to beep and as she checked it the number Nine flashed across the screen. As Ginny turned around Malfoy sat with a smirk on his face, bell in hand.
"I want you."
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After fleeing the room to the safety of the supply closet, Ginny tried to ignore the way the devil's spawn had said those three words and how they tugged all the right strings to make her heart beat faster. Not only was the man a serial womanizer, but he was still drugged up from the anesthesia and tomorrow he wouldn't even remember what he had said to her.
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At lunch Ginny was faced with nine jealous Healer students.
"You are sooo lucky!"
"He is soo handsome. And the way he handles a broom!"
"Want to swap patients?"
Ginny could do nothing but sit and listen to the other students swoon at the idea of being so 'lucky' as to have the gorgeous Draco Malfoy, Quidditch star and this years Wizard bachelor of the year, as a patient.
"Ginny did you see his penis?!?"
It seemed that one of the more ditzier girls just realised that Ginny would in fact be seeing Malfoy in the nude.
"What's the big deal?"
"OHHH wow. Are the rumors true? Is he actually hung as well as a dragon?"
"I will not discuss my patients anymore."
"Gosh Ginny. You are no fun."
"She must have to shower him right? She is like so totally lucky! I get all the old farts and she get's DRACO Malfoy!"
Ginny's mobile phone chose that moment to ring. The muggle device was great.
"Hello? Ginny speaking."
"Ginny! Is that You? Ginny?"
"Yes Mum. You have reached me. Dialing my number would do that."
"Sweetie. Harry is here. He is heartbroken. Why did you leave him?"
"Because Mum, Harry cheated on me."
"What!? I have to go. Bye."
Before Mrs. Weasley had hung up the phone Ginny heard her mother's screeches containing the words 'How could you?' Ginny hoped that her mother would dismember the moron.
The shocked faces of the nine students Ginny was sitting with brought her out of her trance of killing Harry.
"Oh my Moses!"
"You are Ginny Weasley!"
"Yes…that is my name."
"Wow! You are Harry Potter's Girlfriend!"
"I knew I had seen your picture somewhere before!"
"I am not Potter's Girlfriend anymore."
"Can you sign my Witch Weekly? The dress you wore to the Triton Fundraiser Ball was beautiful! I can't believe I actually met someone famous!"
"How did you not know I was Ginny Weasley anyway?"
"Well…Not to be rude but with out Harry next to you I didn't realise it was you."
Even though the statement was mean, Ginny thought, it was true. As she began to sign her autograph on the magazine she noted that the two page spread had no single photo of her. All were off her were with Harry on her arm. Without Harry, Ginny was nothing.
"Did you ever see Harry's penis?"
'Oh man' thought Ginny. This was going to be a long day.
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Ok this was chapter 2. Thanks to my lovely reviewers! Special shout out to my brother Josh (Hoolahoopa) who I forced to review :-)
Thanks to: harrypotterchick4ever and Booksurfer1500 (who writes wonderful stories!).