A/N: Revamped because it needed it desperately.
Summary: Draco needs a flu shot and who better to get one from than healer Granger herself?
Draco sat fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Are you nervous?" A tiny boy sitting next to him asked.
"NO! Of course not," Draco declared.
"Mommy says lying is bad" the tiny boy stated as a matter-of-factly.
"I am not lying. Malfoys are impervious to fear!" Draco looked indignant.
"What's a Malfoy," asked the little snot before the assistant led his mother and him into the back rooms.
Draco childishly stuck out a tongue. The boy replied with the same gesture.
He wasn't scared. He was terrified.
After the advent of the not so subtle flu, his mother had pestered him to get a flu shot so that he wouldn't get sick. After several refusals, she'd gone to the lawyers and redrawn her will, insisting that her dead son could inherit nothing.
Lucius had chuckled and had petted his wife on the arm, engrossed as he was in ChocolateFrogCrush on the new muggle item called a phone. How the muggle-hating maniac had changed after they'd altered him with a mood stabilizing charm.
She had stated that she would not change the will until he'd gotten his shot. Malfoys were nothing if not overly dramatic. That woman could make a deal with Voldemort and make him comply.
That was how Draco found himself at a clinic. His only freedom was in choosing which clinic to go to. And he'd of course, chosen this one. As he was pondering these things so intently, he heard the assistant call his name. She was a cute strawberry blond and on any other day Draco would have liked to take a bite out of her. But these days he was more partial to brunettes.
"Mr. Draco Malfoy," she looked around and as the man rose and she gave him a tasty smile when she spotted him.
"This way please. Healer Granger will be with you shortly."
000
Tammy was Hermione's young assistant who had a tendency to be useful when male patients were making a fuss. Hermione wasn't as successful. The bad part about her assistant was that the woman was always trying to set her up on some kind of date and all the men either turned out to be married, mental or in a state of constant annoyance.
"You'll like this one. He's a hunk!"
000
"Shortly my arse. I've been here for two hours and you've only now gotten to me?" Draco whined, furious at having been ignored.
"Malfoy?" Hermione looked at once perplexed, confused and intrigued. "I see your penchant for dramatism has not worn off! It's only been ten minutes."
"Like I said, hours!"
She had walked in to find Draco curiously examining the weight machine.
"This is an interesting machine. What do the numbers represent?"
She still couldn't believe wizards hadn't all seen what a weight machine was. Sometimes they were like cavemen without their wands. Our wands she corrected in her mind.
"What are you doing here?" she asked cautiously.
"I'm here for a flu-shot obviously. I made an appointment!" he said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wow…I…well…I don't know what to say. I mean, it's been so long. How is it going?"
"It's going well considering my mother has threatened to cut me out of the will if I don't take a flu shot!"
"I see that's still the same as well," Hermione said with pretend nonchalance, rummaging through the drawer for what she needed. She chuckled gently and Draco's heart panged as he remembered that laugh. "You know it seems to be your mother's favorite threat."
What a smile. It could brighten up the whole room or destroy an entire man.
"Yes it is. Her very favorite threat indeed."
They shared a companionable silence. Well less companionable and more awkward.
"I like your clinic. Are you married yet?"
"Thanks-what?"
"Are you married?"
"Umm.." Hermione laughed at the question, "Draco, it's only been a year."
"So that's a no I take it."
"No...I'm not married," She said. She didn't know where this was going but she didn't likeit.
"Shot time!" Hermione declared enthusiastically.
She pulled out a packed and then a needle with a plastic container around it.
"Hey Hermione...erm for old time's sake do you think we could...erm...you know"
She looked at him cluelessly.
"Don't you have oral pills!"
"It's a vaccine Draco!"
"So what? Give it to me orally!"
Hermione blushed at that, remembering other things that required the mouth.
"It's a shot. It needs to be injected into your bloodstream. Now stop fussing and show me your arm."
"You're lying!" He declared, jumping up. "There is definitely an oral version which you are refusing to give to me!"
Hermione couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled up and out of her like a fountain. Draco didn't take that as a sign to stop panicking.
" Why do you muggles insist on cutting and killing people? Why don't you just…I don't know, make a vaccine potion?"
"I'm not a muggle!" She snapped, years of anger and arguments pooling into her eyes. That's what happened when you had history.
"I didn't say you were!"
"Lay down on that bed and turn over" she said suddenly serious.
Draco looked confused. "I thought you said arm!"
"I did until you made an enormous fuss about it. It will hurt less if I stick it in your butt."
Draco wriggled and jumped off the bed shrieking.
"Hey…if you wanted a piece of me, then you just had to ask Granger!"
"Oh shut up ferret" She was definitely not in the mood for this.
"Ouch. Don't need to be touchy lioness. Oh and by the way, the frizz around your hair makes you positively glow" she growled.
"You came here for a vaccine and you're gonna get it."
"Can't you, you know, stick it in my arm of my leg or something-like the movies?" he squeaked.
"And pass on the chance to feel you up. Never"
Hermione could have put the vaccine on his arm but that wouldn't have been nearly as pleasing as sticking it into his backside.
She lunged at him and he wrestled her to the ground.
"Okay. I'll put it on your arm" she shrieked but it was too late. Draco had gone crazy at the sight of the needle frothing with vaccine. He was holding her vaccine arm as far away from him as possible.
Shoving off the ground, Hermione slammed into him and then she pushed him down, and straddled his back, grinning evilly.
"Gotcha!"
Draco acquiesced, grinning and allowed her to inject the vaccine into his arm.
"Goodness you're a handful," she said as she leaned over to discard the needle responsibly in the sharps bin.
Tammy chose that moment to investigate the noise.
"Dr. Granger do you need an-" she stopped short at the sight of the two of them, "Don't worry doctor, I've got it covered."
She grinned and left them be. Hermione blushing tried to get off of Draco, instantly ashamed of her behavior. This monster brought out the worst in her.
"Wow Granger. I didn't know you still had a thing for me. You really shouldn't keep such feelings pent up" he grinned.
This soured the mood.
"You're well aware I have a thing for you." She said irritated. He was now firmly holding her hips.
"This reminds me of the old times," he said wiggling his eyebrows. It just made her blush.
"You're a real piece of work!"
"And you love me for it."
"What do you want prat?"
"Name calling now are we?"
"We're doing nothing. Get out so I can get back to work. I have patients to see."
"I'll leave if you agree to go out with me!"
"Been there, done that. No thanks. Now let me go!"
Suddenly their positions were switched. She was pinned under him.
His hot mouth was on hers, sucking the life out of her lips and just like that, she melted into him once again. Every feeling she'd hidden over the last year resurfaced and she hated it.
"It's been a year. You still smell the same."
"I hate you," she breathed just as she tugged a very willing Draco back down.
"Go out with me."
"Been there, done that!"
He grinned, "Let's do it again anyway. My mother's fondness over you has never wavered."
"She's always hated me!"
"Precisely. Never wavered."
000
Draco dragged her to the front desk where Tammy sat looking triumphant.
"We are going on a date!" he declared to her boldly.
"No we are not! Besides, I've got many appointments" she looked pleadingly at Tammy.
"Actually I've cancelled them " Tammy grinned at her.
"Well Granger, do you like muggle Chinese food? I heard it is really good. You can take me there."
000
"What's your plan now your great blondness? Has your mother suddenly had a change of heart?"
"No but she did cut me out of her will. Same threat as always. I say I might as well make it worth my inheritance"
Hermione looked at him speechless. "You're kidding me. You break my heart and suddenly show up a year later like its nothing."
"I'm sorry I hurt you Hermione."
"I can't go through this again if it isn't real," She glared at him. "It's been nice but I'm going off now. Take care Draco."
"Ok ok ok ok," he said hurriedly, "Let's just take it slow."
She nodded at that, amenable to that option.
"So what do we do now?"
"How would you like the inside of my place...Again?"
Hermione grinned. "Lead the way. I'm surprised you finally got your own place…"
Fin
A/N I know, she's a terrible healer!