Hey Guys! I'm back! With a sequel to Thanks For Your Mistake by demands from my friends Duchessofthebookworms (Priyanka) and TheWrongAlice (Tanya)! 3 I've been working on it for a few days now, and I'm so glad that my writing was popular last time! :D

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. All characters and spells used belong to the wonderful, the talented JK Rowling.

Note: The Fourth Forbidden Curse is Sectumsempra.

Chapter 1

Draco stood pacing back and forth around the living room of the flat. As soon as he was out of Hogwarts, he had sold Malfoy Manor to severe himself from the scarring memories he'd had of the place when he was younger. With the extra money, he had set up a private practice as both a Healer and a Muggle doctor, to give back to both the societies he had helped put through so much hell for so long.

At the moment, his mind was so clouded with thoughts of a patient that he paced right into Hermione, who was coming to his apartment from work with an armload of groceries.

She squeaked and nearly toppled over, but Draco helped her stay up, taking the massive paper bags from her.

"Evening, love," he greeted, bringing the groceries to the kitchen to put away. "I forgot you were going to pop over today."

"I noticed." Hermione quipped dryly, her eyes twinkling. "You were pacing around so much, it was making me dizzy."

"I'm sorry," Draco said, kissing her. "I've just got a patient I'm very worried about."

"Is it that bad?" Hermione asked, caressing his face.

"No, she's not seriously ill or anything," Draco replied. "I found her outside the clinic, and she was bleeding out. Someone had used the fourth Forbidden Curse on her."

"Oh my," Hermione gasped. "Does she have a place to go?"

"That's just the problem," he said. "She's just a kid, and it seemed to me that she'd been attacked or something. I asked her where her parents were, and apparently, they were the victims of a Snatching gone wrong that she'd narrowly escaped."

"How awful," Hermione said, covering her mouth. "So what did you do?"

"One of my nurses offered to stay at the clinic with her," Draco answered. "We'll work out what to do with her later."

"Thank heavens," Hermione sighed. "If she still has no place to stay, then send her round the Weasleys'. Molly and Arthur are getting lonely, and I'm sure they'd understand."

"Good idea," Draco said with a smile. "I should've considered that earlier."

"Come on, I'll cook you dinner," she said, kissing him.

Draco smiled at her and followed her to the kitchen, where they got busy putting away the groceries and preparing dinner.

"Gin!" Harry called, putting his cloak away. "Love, where are you?" He took a deep breath. Something smelled delicious.

"I'm here, Harry!" Ginny responded from the kitchen. She emerged slowly, her stomach hindering her from walking very far. The couple had already been expecting their first child for the last eight months.

"Oh, dear, don't force yourself," Harry said, rushing to her side. "You shouldn't be standing. Here, I'll take care of the rest." In the last two months, he had become quite the accomplished cook. Even since Ginny's stomach had begun to hinder her mobility.

"Herms fellytoned over an hour ago," Ginny informed.

"Telephoned," Harry corrected, glancing over in amusement. The Molly-ish glint in his wife's eyes caused him to stop talking.

"Anyhow, she told me about a patient Draco had encountered today - a witch child whose parents were the victims of a mugging by the last few Snatchers there are," Ginny went on grimly.

"Poor kid," Harry murmured, feeling a pull in his chest. Even though he'd had his vindication and the Weasleys had shown him more than enough affection, he still wondered from time to time how it would have been if he'd had a family of his own to visit during the holidays.

"Yeah," Ginny agreed morosely. "Well, she and Drake were thinking to pack her off to Mum and Dad's to stay with them until they can work out where to send her."

"I think that's a fine idea," Harry said sincerely with a smile. "She'll end up just like the rest of us - a little crazy, but on our feet and a right decent lot."

"Most of us anyway," Ginny corrected, wrinkling her nose as she thought of Ron.

Just then, there was a loud pop as someone Apparated into their foyer. Ginny started and clutched her stomach, panting. Harry steadied her and motioned for her to stay still and silent. Want at ready, Harry crept into the foyer only to see...

"Ron, what the hell are you doing in my house?" he demanded angrily. Ginny came out of the kitchen as well.

"Oh, dear Merlin," she groaned, slapping her forehead.

Ron stood in the corridor, grinning rakishly, dressing in his violently orange Chudley Cannons robes. In recent years, he had started playing Keeper for their team professionally.

"To answer your question, mate, I'm here to win Herms back," he said confidently.

"Oh, dear Merlin," Harry echoed weakly, his face falling.

So, how do you like it? Should I go on or not? Does it sound interesting? Keep reading and reviewing! :)