A/N: Heey! Thanks for your lovely reviews 3 ! I hope you'll like that chapter - a little more Rose & Scorpius action... :) haave fun!
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So read the writing on the wall
I'm ready and I'm standing tall
Some people think they know it all,
I guess I'll have to show them all!
Gabriella Cilmi – 'On A Mission'
My Superman Day (oh I actually mean: Superwoman Day)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck!
F U C K!
I AM LATE! I am so fucking late! That's basically all I can think of right now. I'm standing in front of the shopping window and I am reaaaally desperately waiting for the "lovely" welcoming witch to let me in. I've never been late before! Ever! In my whole life! (Yeah, I know I'm a little freakish) Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Finally I'm able to step through the window (trying to suppress my wish to kill this stupid welcoming witch because she definitely took too much time letting me in the hospital)… and I kind of attempt to sneak into the changing rooms without being seen by my mentor… Just keep that bag in front of your face, Rose!
Note to self: try not to get in the way of Malfoy, otherwise he'll never let you forget the fact that you are ten minutes late! (Well… ten minutes and 40 seconds, thanks to my best girlfriend ever).
"Oh! Look who's decided to show up at last! It's Miss Weasley! And I had already considered informing the Auror office that one of my Greenies has gone missing. I was soho worried!"
Damn – I'm not really good at that avoiding thing…
I look up at him (why is he so fucking tall) and raise my eyebrow, "Finally turned responsible? What happened?"
He smirks – and I do not like that at all!
"Well, what happened? Mmh, let me think! One of my Greenies was late – and that Greenie happens to be YOU! What was it Weasley? Tried to fix that mess that you call hair?"
I smile at his pathetic attempt to get me all riled up.
"You know Malfoy… I'm honestly wondering how you manage to be on time everyday – considering the time you obviously spend in front of a mirror."
"Well Weasley, I – unlike you – have good genes and do not need to attack my hair with a garden rake every morning in order to comb through that knot that's on your head."
"Oh wow! You really know how to compliment a woman."
"It's called a gift, Weasley!"
I snort. "Merlin! How did you accomplish to get even more arrogant? You've been an egoistic arse before I left, but now… big, biiig improvement Malfoy!" Thumbs up!
"Well, practice leads to perfection..."
He smirks again. "Now… let us talk about your little punishment!"
"My – what?" I choke.
"Your punishment! You were late and you know that I cannot tolerate that."
He hands me a clipboard – "That's your special task for today! I wanted to give it to that idiot Kettylstear but since you decided to sleep in today and that dumb excuse for an intern healer was actually on time … you'll have all the fun milady!"
I take a look at it… and fail at hiding my disgust.
"I hate you." – that's basically all I manage to say right now.
The bastard laughs (in my fantasy I'm already killing him, very slowly and in a very painful way… with a pair of Dominique's high heels) and looks me straight into the eyes: "Marvelous."
With that he leaves – leaves me to squeeze some contagious patient's pustules.
Yippieh!
Rose Weasley – you've just hit the Million-Galleon-Jackpot!
After I've finished this horrible, horrible work (Malfoy is sooo dead!) and put some murtlap essence on the patient's fresh wounds I decide that it is about bloody time to drink a big cup of coffee.
And since I'm a woman and have a natural affection for anything chocolate-related I buy a gigantic slice of the chocy-choc's-chocolate-with-extra-chocolate-cake and ignore the little voice in my head that says: 'You are so going to gain weight!'
"Oi, Weasley, you are so going to gain weight!" Well… unfortunately I can't ignore that thickhead a.k.a. my mentor.
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy! I'm trying to enjoy my cake, my cup of coffee and I really want to finish my book … and your presence is disturbing my well-deserved peace!"
"You are not vindictive because of the special task I gave you earlier, are youuu?" he asks in that fake caring-voice as he sits down next to me.
"No, no, Malfoy! I'm a bundle of joy! I do love pustules, you know – they really make my day! Come to think of it – I love them almost as much as I love you: not at all!"
"Wow, definitely not vindictive.", he laughs - and I don't know what it is - or if someone spiked my coffee, but something about his laugh makes my lips turn into a smile. I shake my head slightly and try to focus on my book again.
"What are you reading anyway, you incorrigible bookworm?"
"Diary of a seducer.", I reply shortly – not expecting him to know the book but to make an inappropriate joke about it.
"I always thought that it is the best part of Kierkegaard's work."
"Probably because you are a seductive arsehole with a great resemblance to the main charac– WAIT! You know Kierkegaard?"
"No! I just guessed the author must be a famous Danish philosopher – of course I know Kierkegaard. TskTsk Weasley - do you honestly think I'm dumb?"
I have to laugh. "No I don't think that – I just thought that you're not that into Muggle literature."
"To your information: I actually prefer Muggle literature to Wizard literature."
I bloody cannot believe that. Scorpius Malfoy – the epitome of a pureblood-wizard – likes Muggle literature.
"Did you get brain-washed or what?"
"No. I didn't Weasley.", he smiles and it is not a faked smile. It's a fucking honest-to-god smile and I'm pretty sure that I've never seen a smile like that visible on his face. Right now he seems a lot more human. Somehow he doesn't seems like the arrogant, disturbingly annoying, egoistic, insufferable, conceited prick that he is most of the time! And it looks darn good on his face – a face that is certainly not used to show a lot of emotion (except for disgust maybe).
Hang on… my thoughts are not drifting into some Malfoy-is-actually-pretty-hot-and-you-are-realizing-it-NOW-land. No… they are not… definitely… wow - he has mesmerizing grey eyes… Rose! Concentrate! Now... Someone definitely put something in my coffee!
Suddenly his smile turns into his infamous smirk: "Soooo, you think I'm seductive, huh? Interesting." uh... WHAT? I awake from my haze and instantly feel my ears turning red, "I also said arsehole - interesting, huh!", puh, nice comeback (I mentally pat myself on the back) -
"Hey Malfoy!" I turn around to the source of the noise. A very handsome source of noise. Damn! What's wrong with me today? Obviously someone turned my brain back into its teenage-girl-mode...
"Skeleton!" my opposite answers. "How's life amongst the weirdos?"
"Very inspiring and please don't call them weirdos."
"Yeah, yeah! I still don't understand why you are wasting your time in this ward."
"I'm not wasting my time you action-obsessed adrenaline-junkie!"
"Guilty. But… really... you don't get a lot of new cases a day, do you?"
"Oh that depends on how many people you drive insane a day, Malfoy!", he grins a very-white-teeth-grin.
"Touché! Not bad for a shrink. Come on - sit down."
The healer follows Malfoy's invitation and suddenly turns to me: "Hi! I'm Frederic Skeleton – and that's not a joke – that's actually my real name. I'm chief healer in the Janus-Thickey-Ward."
Hello Mister! "Rose Weasley, I'm an intern in the Artifact Accidents ward, nice to meet you."
"Oh, oh! You are working in St. Mungo's very own shark tank."
Let me tell you something about Frederic Skeleton: Even though I haven't met him before I have heard a lot about him. Patients and the staff love him, they love working with him – they worship him. He's the very opposite of Malfoy – whom the patients hate (exception: anything female with no brain!) and the staff constantly tries to avoid him when he's in one of his choleric moods – and that happens a lot because nobody lives up to his expectations.
Fact is: all the nurses and most of the female healers have the hots for A. Scorpius Malfoy (what a surprise) and B. Frederic Skeleton. Weird is: Frederic Skeleton and Scorpius Malfoy are best friends. It's like a strange friendship between a medical angel and a medical devil.
Both of them very successful, very intelligent and fucking handsome.
I smile at him: "Luckily I'm not afraid of sharks."
He laughs: "I see. However, if you ever have the desire to work in a less stressful ward where interpersonal relationships actually matter – we still have some free intern positions."
"Hey!", Malfoy interferes "Skeleton – don't try to headhunt my best intern."
"Your best intern? That must be the nicest thing you've ever said about me!"
"Oh come on! I'm not telling a secret here. You know that you are good but don't get all presumptuous and rest on your laurels now! 'Cause you could be better!"
Suddenly Malfoy's and my glower start glowing.
"Looks like your after-lunch-nap is not going to happen, Weasley! Come on, we've got work to do!"
We are running (why the hell is the Artifact Accident ward on the ground floor? And why is it not allowed to apparate in this stupid hospital?), running fast, faster and –
"Faster Weasley, or I'll put you on a diet."
"Don't push your luck, Malfoy!"
"Less talking more running!"
"Insufferable prat!", I mumble.
"Heard that!"
"On fucking purpose."
Finally we arrive!
"What do we have here?", Malfoy asks the ambulance-wizard.
"Ryan McGoogle, Cauldron Explosion, critical blood loss, we don't know what potion it was, we've taken a probe – already been given to the potions-lab. Anapneo maxima performed, Heamorrhage-Halt potion and Blood-Replenishing Potion already been given. The patient was only intermittently conscious. Now unconscious - Draught of the living Death. "
We start examining the patient. "Look! There!" I point at a rash that is gyrating around his stomach.
"Probably some reaction to the potion. Inform the guys from the potions poisoning."
"It is strange. The form, the extent, the colour. I'm pretty sure I've seen it before."
Malfoy is not listening to me:"We need strong Dittany-Essence!", he almost barks.
And then it clicks: the rash is not a result of the cauldron explosion but the consequence of an encounter with the Australian Cannebal-toad (some magical version of the Cane-toad but a lot more aggressive with the serum they squirt around). I take a look at his mucous membrane of the oral cavity – it's all red and swollen. Another proof!
"NO!", I scream and receive an 'are-you-mental' look from Malfoy.
"Weasley, this guy has some serious burns, why on earth should I not give him Dittany Essence?"
"'Cause he's going to die if you do so! The rush is a result of the encounter with an Australian Cannebal-Toad – if you treat the patient with fucking Dittany-Essence the poison is going to kill him!"
"You are trying to tell me that this guy, here, in England – has been splashed with a poison from an animal living in AUSTRALIA? Sure – and I am Albus Dumbledore!"
Argh this insufferable git! I'm about to start a screaming match with him but suddenly a very teary-eyed woman standing behind us clears her throat: "Actually he's living in Australia, he was only visiting me today. I'm his sister…"
Oh hello! Thank you very much Madame! I turn to Malfoy and say: "SEE!"
Wow… he' s looking as if he has the worst head-ache ever: "Give him five milliliters of the Cutis-subnascoris –Potion… and then transfer him to the 'Creature-Induced-Injuries' Ward. "
Puh! Thank Merlin – the patient is saved.
After they've carried him away I face Malfoy grinning: "Sooo, omniscient Master Dumbledore… "
He groans, "Yeah yeah… good job. I'll put a bee-stamp next to your name in my: 'Who's the most annoying Greenie, ever?' – book."
"Oh come on Malfoy… just like the good old times: I was right and you were…well, not!" I laugh but he just glares at me.
"Careful Weasley! Don't push your luck!" - he's no fun when he's losing!
:) Yay, another chapter done! Please let me know what you think! Reviews are always appreciated!
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Magaretha!