Chapter Three
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 horrible mouth, so do not read if you get offended easily.
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By the end of the day Malfoy had become one of her most annoying patients ever. He had rung the assistance bell no less than fifty eight times and asked for menial things such as wanting his pillow to be fluffed or his water pitcher refilled. Ginny threatened that if he did not stop she would snap his wand. When Malfoy asked for his head to be scratched she swore his broom would go too. That seemed to work, as he didn't ring the bell till five minutes before the end of Ginny's shift.
"I made something for you."
Upon entering the room he pointed to his lunch meal where he had arranged his food to resemble a face. Ginny was guessing that the face was supposed to be her, as who else had carrots for hair?
"Do you like it?"
"Why don't you just eat it?"
"I would rather eat you."
"Oh for crying our loud Malfoy! Stop with the crappy pick up lines already."
"Fine. I will get straight to the point then. Wanna date me?"
"I am not allowed to date patients." Ginny had used this line a million times, especially on the old wrinkly men who thought that she actually enjoyed showering them.
"When I get discharged then?"
"Malfoy, come on. We both know that the only reason you are asking me out is because you want some confirmation that you have still 'got it' and can still snag a woman, even in your diseased state."
"I am not diseased!"
"I don't have time to argue with you. My shift has ended. Goodbye."
Before she had the chance to reach the safety of the corridor and feign ignorance, Malfoy had called her back and had a bunch of daises in his hand.
"Can you please take these horrible flowers? The house elves from my manor sent them. I don't want them making the place look common." Ginny couldn't help but agree that the daises looked rather simple next to the other expensive flowers and get well cards.
"Thank you."
Ginny told herself that she was taking the flowers because she loved daises…not because of some foolish school girl fantasy that ended with Malfoy sweeping her off of her feet.
The smirk gracing Malfoy's face made Ginny wonder if he remembered that daises were her favourite.
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When Ginny arrived home at her apartment she unwrapped the flowers, to put them in water, and found a get well card.
'Master' was scrawled in untidy writing.
We as the house elves are hoping you get
Well so as you come home to us.
We give you your favorite flower so you
feel happy.
From your loyal servants.
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That night, while crying over Susan Sarandon dieing in the muggle movie Step Mom, Ginny looked up at her daises sitting in their vase by the kitchen and began thinking of Draco. All six foot four inches of the rock hard body. That very thought sent shivers all the way down to her toes.
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Just as Ginny was drifting off to sleep an owl began tapping at her window. The little fluffy brown thing was a gift from Ginny to her parents after the family owl, Errol, accidentally flew into a closed window and carked it. They had called the bird Lift, as the poor thing had originally had trouble working out how to begin flying.
Untying the letter from the owl, Mrs. Weasley's handwriting caught Ginny's eye.
'My poor Ginny.
Just a quick letter to send my love. I was very troubled to learn the extent of Harry's actions. I believe that a reunion may not be possible. Never fear though, as Hermione and me will be on the look out for a suitable partner to Charlie and Abernantha's wedding.
Remember to be here for Sunday lunch, one o'clock.
Dad says hello.
Love, Mom.
'Just great' thought Ginny. Why couldn't Harry wait till after her brother's wedding to shag that little slut? Now everyone will see that she cannot hold down a boyfriend, and will most likely end up an old spinster with forty cats.
Before slipping into the land of dreams, Ginny couldn't help but think that she hadn't thought about Harry very much at all that day.
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