A/N: Thanks for your reviews Here's the second chapter!
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I won't take all that they hand me down,
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown,
And I won't take it all lying down,
'Cause once I get started I go to town.

'Cause I'm not like everybody else!

'The Kinks – I'm not like everybody else'

Day 1 Again

I'm a bundle of joy.

Not.

You see, there are several reasons for me to be really pissed off.

Number one: Malfoy is going to be my fucking boss for the next six months.

Number two: this stupid lemon-green robe makes me look fat (they are definitely not what I would call: figure-accentuating).

Number three: I look like I've just jumped into some giant paint pot with my red hair and this lemon-green piece of clothing.

Number four: all of my four new colleagues are men. Yippieh.

Why did I have to specialize on an area that is dominated by guys who are way too full of themselves?

Maybe because I'm mental…

"Listen Greenies,", the king of the conceited pricks, a.k.a. my boss (I still can't believe it!) greets us, "here are your glowers or in other words: the reason why you are not going to get aaaany sleep in the next few weeks. They are going to glow red when your presence is requested and I expect everyone to show up immediately. Clear?"

My colleagues nod… have I mentioned that I'm still glaring at him?
He hands us the glowers (some little black box) that we attach to our robes.

"The glowers also work the other way 'round. If you need help just press it and unfortunately it is me who has to come running to check on what you are doing. So I'm telling you this now: If some stupid 'intern' is going to call me because he doesn't know how much Murtlap essence he should use for a fucking wound – he'll be out of this hospital before he can say 'oh Merlin, my new Healer-in-Charge is sooooooo evil.' Got that? Goood!
Let's start rounds."

And after that wonderful motivation-speech we follow him like some stupid puppies. Can ANYTHING be more degrading? I honestly doubt it.

We stop in front of two beds. Both patients are looking like they've been thrown down a bridge or something.

"Now these two brainless idiots here decided to get all worked up about the fact that this guy here," he points at the patient on the right side, "pinched the other guy's girlfriend. So they started a little: the-first-guy-who-backs-away-loses-all-dignity-AND-the-girl race on their brooms and surprisingly crashed into each other. Oh and please Weasley, stop ripping me apart with your eyes – they are both unconscious and therefore don't hear anything I'm saying."

He smirks at me, knowing well enough that I hate it when he's talking to patients (people in general) like this… like he doesn't care about their feelings at all. It doesn't matter if they are unconscious or not!

As if reading my thoughts he says: "And even if they were conscious I would still say the same because who is so pathetic and dumb and does a broom-race to decide who gets the girl? I mean, honestly – now they've lost their dignity, the girl and I'm not sure at all whether they'll be able to reproduce in the future." Oh now you are pushing it.

All of my four fellow interns – namely Timotheus Boot, Jonathan Moore, George Lanston and Nathan Kettylstear – start laughing.
Merlin! These guys are so insensitive it's not even funny anymore.

"Haha,", I fake a laugh and glare at them quite hostile – and if you are not used to my hostile glare (like Malfoy is) it can be quite intimidating (it's already working hehe).
"Maybe, if you could cut that immature crap and stop acting like some infantile five year olds we could continue to do our work, help these guys and actually learn something because that's the reason I'm here and I'm a healer. You can laugh all you want now – but be sure that when we get our evaluation and it's actually time for the hospital to decide who they are going to take for the vacant spot here – I will be the one you can see rolling on the floor, laughing my arse off because I got the job and you didn't."

I look at them challenging but they are way too busy staring at their feet. And then I look at Malfoy who started it all. His grey eyes scrutinize me and suddenly I don't feel as confident as I did before – because he's still my boss and he can make my life hell in this hospital if he wants to. But then I see something like – I don't know pride – in his eyes. Eyes, that are normally so secretive that you can't detect any emotion at all in them. And in a flash of a second that expression is already gone.

"After this nice speech of yours, Weasley, would you tell us what to do first when dealing with collision accidents like this one?" he then asks me.

I smirk at him. Too easy Malfoy, too easy.

"First you make sure the patient is able to breathe. If not, you perform the Anapneo maxima spell."

"Correct", he grumbles and then turns to Boot, "What next?"

"Stop the acute haemorrhage with the Haemorrhage-Halt potion." Timotheus Boot answers.

"And how much of this potion should you give to a grown man? Moore?"

"Ehh… three millilitres?"

Malfoy narrows his eyes. "Wrong. Lanston?"

"I … I don't know Healer Malfoy."

"Kettylstear?"

Silence.

"Boot?"

More silence. Haha.

"Are you trying to tell me that all of you babies have forgotten how much Heamorrhage-Halt Potion is the recommended dose for an adult man? This is about the first thing you learn in university!" Oh he's annoyed now.

I cough slightly.

"Yes Weasley, would you please enlighten us with the correct answer."

"Eight millilitres should be enough for an adult man."

"Got that Greenies?", he asks the others. They nod like one of those nodding-dogs.
"If you notice that the patient has lost a lot of blood already you should also use what? Kettylstear?"

"20 milliliters of the Blood-Replenishing Potion.", Nathan answers at once.

"Merlin this can't be true. Weasley would you kindly finish this?"

"I'd love to." I smirk at him and continue: "After 50 milliliters of the Blood-Replenishing Potion you examine the body. If there are bone fractures or a compound fracture you have to splint it first with the Ferula spell and then perform the healing spell. Since the whole procedure can be very painful you can anaesthetise the patient with only one milligram of the Draught of the living Death. "

Eat that!

"I hate to admit it but the answer is correct."

Yeah Rose Weasley! You still got it.

We start moving to the next beds and continue rounds - while I'm busy dancing a victory-dance on the inside.

After what seems like more than 10 hours I can finally leave the hospital. My first day wasn't that bad after all. Malfoy is still my boss – yeah. But now I know I can do this, even if it is a male dominated area and they are all jerks.
I don't care because I am definitely not intimidated – growing up in a very large family doesn't turn you into some softy.

I change into my casual clothes and step out of the changing room.

"Miss Weasley. How was your first day?" Healer Spencer approaches me.

"Pretty good.", I murmur and my ears start burning immediately (damn Weasley genes!) because I remember our last embarrassing encounter.

She laughs: "Oh don't worry about what you said earlier. I actually thought it was rather funny. It's not often that a woman stands up to Mister Malfoy. In fact I'm slightly disappointed that most of the witches in this hospital are falling for his crap. He reminds me of my boss when I started here. In the same ward actually. Merlin, I hated that arrogant Healer."

"Really? How did things turn out?"

"Oh – we are married now.", with that she turns around grinning and leaves me standing in the hallway in the middle of the rickety wooden chairs.

Oh-kay, strange meeting.

I start walking towards the entrance and promptly trip over my feet (being the clumsy person I am). Suddenly someone is pulling me back on my feet.

"Thank you", I say… and then I see it's Malfoy. "Or not."

He smirks, "Wow, Weasley, I really missed your graceful movements and your know-it-all-attitude.", he answers sarcastically.

"Yeah, the feeling is mutual, since I really missed your arrogance and your my-goal-in-life-is-to-annoy-Rose-Weasley-to-death-attitude."

"I'm sure you did. It must have been pretty boring without me getting on your nerves."

"Am I that transparent?", I deadpan – and he smirks. How typical.

"Oh and some small advice: make sure to turn the glower off right about now, or otherwise you'll never get out of this place."

"Wow, did you actually give me an advice or am I hallucinating?"

"Well I'm not going to say that everything's alright with your brain (because it's certainly not) but to answer your question: isn't it my duty as your mentor to – surprise surprise – help you?"

I have to laugh: "Okay – that's quite shocking: Scorpius Malfoy is using the word 'help' in a sentence. You're sure that I'm the only one who needs the brain checked?"

"Oh my sanity is quite intact – it's just that I am kind of forced to help you, since that is written on a tiny, little paper called work-contract."

"That sounds more like you."

"Maybe.", he chuckles (can you believe that?) and then walks away whilst I (still a little bit confused that Malfoy actually gave me an advice) find myself gazing at his figure that is stepping through the entrance.

You know despite his insufferable character he somehow intrigues me. He is a pain in the arse and a terribly arrogant, conceited jerk … nevertheless I know that there must be more to him than that stupid attitude he's giving me (and a lot of other people … but mostly me).
Mmh - must be the lack of sleep that I'm actually thinking stuff like that…

Shaking my head I finally manage to walk out of the building and apparate back to my flat.

Ta - dah! Second chapter finished :) I hope you liked it! Let me know what you're thinking!