NOTE: These are one-shots, so you can read any of these in any order you want without getting confused. However, these one-shots are sequential, meaning whatever happened in the earlier one-shots will always carry over to the later ones. But like I said, these one-shots are written in a way so that you can still understand what's happening in any of the one-shots you read without knowing any info from the earlier ones.

Hermione was the first to arrive at the anatomy lecture room, ready to start her first day working with patients as a Healer trainee. She had spent the past two years learning the biomagical foundations of the human body and all the magical and nonmagical types of illnesses and treatments, and today was finally the day she could set foot in St. Mungo's Hospital where she could put all her knowledge into good use. All she had to do was wait 30 minutes until Dr. Milette Barkson showed up to assign her and the other Healer trainees to their first hospital wings.

As she sat on the middle chair of the front row, she suddenly felt something slimy cover her head. She turned to her reflection on the glass window to her right, and screamed. Her hair was gone—instead, there were long, slimy, brown worms piled atop her head, extending in and out.

"AGH! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!" Hermione jumped up and whipped out her wand, only to realize that she had no idea how to address this issue.

"Restorio Scalpus!" Shouted a familiar voice from across the room.

Instantly, the worms on Hermione's head were replaced by her normal, curly-brown, bushy hair.

Hermione whirled around to see Draco Malfoy cracking up on a seat three rows behind her. "Ah, I'm so glad the Auror Department allowed me to part-time so that I could pursue a career as a Healer! There are so many awesome spells that only Healers and Mediwizards could learn." He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked. "Practicing such spells on Mudbloods will be the best part of Healer training."

"Draco, I'm going to hex you to oblivion!" She spoke through gritted teeth. She aimed her wand at him. "Respiroachusso!"

A cockroach blasted from the tip of her wand and flew toward Draco's face. Before Draco was able to say or do anything, the cockroach landed on his nose and crawled up his nostril.

"Ahh!" Draco flinched and nearly fell out of his seat. He stood up and glared at Hermione. "Dammit, Granger, if you don't eliminate that bug, I'm going to have those worms crawling out from every hole on your body!"

"You do realize that you're just one strike away from being expelled from the School of Medical Magic," Hermione said coolly. "So if I tell Dr. Barkson that you just used one of the Physio Spells on me again, your career as a Healer will already be over."

Draco clenched his fists, glowering. "Oh, and you don't think you'd be getting into any trouble for giving me a Nasal Roach? Those things shit in your nasal cavities! I'm going to be little brown chunks of roach shit falling from my nose all day!" A chunk of brown slime was already leaking out from his right nostril as he spoke.

Hermione held back a laugh as Draco angrily grabbed a nearby tissue and blew his nose. "Agh. Gross," he grumbled, stomping over to toss the brown-soaked tissue into a trash can.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "Don't worry, the roach will die within 15 minutes, so by the time Dr. Barkson gets here, you should be back to normal."

Draco made his way toward Hermione, glaring at her face to face. "I don't care about any probation I'm on, Granger. I'll find a way to cast sparkling bacteria into your bloodstream so you'll start bleeding out of all holes in your body."

Hermione glared at him. "Well then, I'm going to find a way to summon flesh-eating spiders inside your body so that all your organs will be eaten up."

They spent the next 15 minutes bickering and threatening to hex each other with the most absurd, gut-wrenching types of diseases they had learned about, although never actually casting any of the spells they threatened each other with. By the time it was 8:00AM, the doors opened and a flood of Healer trainees arrived. Luna Lovegood was among the first to step in.

"Good morning, Hermione," she greeted with a calm smile.

"Hi, Luna," Hermione smiled back. Then she spoke in a careful tone. "How are you and Neville doing?" She and Luna had gotten closer over the past two years of Healer training, so she had seen how Luna's relationship with Neville had faltered when her Healer training schedule took up so much of her time. Not to mention, she and Blaise seemed to have gotten a lot closer since the former Slytherin had been visiting the Healer trainees' classroom buildings to hang out with Draco and Dr. Barkson's son, Galvin, who was also a Healer.

Luna's calm expression didn't change as she replied. "Oh, we've been doing quite well, actually. He's loving Hogwarts. I think he's becoming such a wonderful, inspiring Herbology Professor. And I'm very excited to finally start training in the hospital now."

Hermione nodded. "That's great, Luna. But I meant how are you and Neville doing as…friends now?"

Luna sighed. "Oh, I guess so. We haven't really spoken to each other very much lately. But I'm sure we can both learn to move on."

"Okay. Well, if you ever need someone to talk out how you're feeling about the way things are going between you two, I'm always here for you."

Luna grinned. "Thanks, Hermione. I can say the same for you."

Hermione chuckled. She invested much of her time in a relationship during the past two years. After the war, she and Ron had gotten engaged, and they had remained engaged for almost four years. During those four years, she had been working to get a PhD in Biomagical Genetics, working in a genetics lab at the Wizarding University of Sorcery and Science. Eventually, she got her PhD, but had become so fascinated with the intersection of science and magic in her research on Biomagical Genetics that she felt the calling to use both the scientific and magical knowledge she had gained to help people.

Thus, she had decided to pursue a career as a Healer, specifically to get a degree as an MD-PhD. That way, she could fulfill her goal of using her knowledge of sorcery and science in both the clinic as a Healer and in the lab as a Scientist-Sorcerer. Obviously, such career goals would make her busier than she had ever been before, and Ron had been terrible at being understanding with how busy her schedule was going to be, so she decided it was best if they end their relationship and stay single. Of course, so much more had destroyed her relationship with Ron in the past few years, many of which had nothing to do with her career and professional life, but Hermione didn't want to think about that.

Right now, all she could focus on was how she was going to use her magic to heal the most bizarre diseases that had been plaguing the wizarding community.

She looked around and saw the other Healer trainees—Draco included—gathering around the paper that had been pinned on the door of the room.

"Oh," Hermione blinked. "Dr. Barkson already posted the hospital assignments for everyone? I didn't even see her come in."

Luna nodded. "She's very busy with her patients today. She had to be at the surgery wing by 8:15AM, so it's understandable that she would just send us the assignments list and move on with her day."

Hermione and Luna walked up to the door and saw that all the names of the Healer trainees were sorted into one of four boxes. At the top of each box was the name of the Healer who was going to be their mentor for the year.

Luna smiled. "Looks like you and I have the same mentor. We'll be apprentices of Lexa Barkson."

Hermione bit her lip. Lexa Barkson was Milette Barkson's neurotic daughter. She had gotten to know her when the Barkson family was still working at their own private hospital located near her former genetics lab a few years ago, and had gotten used to Lexa's uptight and workaholic personality, but the young Healer's extreme emotional instability and neuroticism made her seem like a psychotic version of Hermione who was on the verge of a major anxiety disorder.

Also, that Healer was only 16 years old! As a matter of fact, Lexa had been 16 years old for the past few years. The Barkson family were literally not of this world: they were characters from a book that Hermione's former lab partner had written about. They were brought out of the book and into this world with the Organink Wand, a wand specifically designed to bring to life the characters from books, only if such books were written with Organink potion. So although they looked like any real human being in this world, something about the magic that brought them from the book and into this world prevented the characters from aging.

Hermione narrowed her eyes as she saw the names in Galvin Barkson's box. Galvin Barkson was Lexa's 21-year-old brother. He was the most obnoxious, mischievous, and egoistic human being Hermione had ever met. She would even agree that the guy was worse than Draco. Yet somehow, that smug and party-loving young man happened to be the best Healer in the Barkson family. She still would never want him as her mentor, though. She snorted as she saw Draco's name in his box.

"Wonderful," said Hermione. "Draco won't be sharing the same mentor with us. Now there's hope that we will be running into each other less often now."

There was a sudden yap in the halls behind the door. Hermione looked through a nearby window and saw Draco, Galvin, and the crowd of guys that had been assigned as Galvin's apprentices. In Galvin's arms was a Papillon dog breed with majestic, monarch butterfly wings in place of its ears. It was his Yapillon dog, Pokey. And he was looking at Hermione straight in the eye.

Hermione wished that she could adore the cute little Yapillon dog like all the other Healer trainees. But her heart was pounding with fear. She could see the mischievous glint in the canine's eyes. He was capable of eliciting Amorabloom Pollen, a hot-pink mist that would cause feelings of intensely romantic and sexual passion between two people.

She realized she had spoken too soon about running into Draco less often.