Drabble: And Yet Again Worse
“I’m clocking out.” Astoria slammed her clipboard down on the counter at the mediwitch station, jarring the stacks of case files and rattling a coffee mug perched precariously close to the edge. A pile of Quibblers that someone insisted on dropping off “for the patients” every month (despite the strong and repeated protests of the hospital staff) teetered for a split second before cascading to the floor in a heap of glossy pages.
“You can’t…your shift-” protested Doreen, a mediwitch who Astoria had always found to be an incredible bint. She was alone behind the desk, buried in patient charts and looking quite put out.
Astoria’s declaration made Doreen narrow her normally piggy eyes so that they nearly disappeared from her face altogether. Before she could launch another protest, Astoria turned and walked towards the healers’ changing room, calling over her shoulder as she went. “-is only an hour from being over. I’ve got an emergency. I have to go.”
Doreen’s irate spluttering was cut off as the door to the changing room swung shut behind her. Mercifully, it was empty, and Astoria leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself down.
Damn him! Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN Draco sodding Malfoy!!
Why did he have to turn up here tonight? Why couldn’t he have been put in any other ward than hers? And why, in Rowena’s name, did he still have to look so good even when he was obviously still being a total and utter prat?!
Brawling in a pub…with McLaggen of all people!! Over what?! Nothing important, I’m sure…
Astoria scrubbed her hands over her face and moved to her locker, quickly stripping out of her healer’s robes and putting on a casual, comfortable robe over her clothes.
As she changed, her memory wandered unbidden to one night a few months ago. She’d been working a long, lonely night shift and he’d snuck in to see her. He’d pulled her into this very changing room and backed her up against her locker, nuzzling and licking his way down her neck as his hands slipped up her legs, finding her knickers quickly and making changing out of her healer’s gear much more pleasurable than the solitary routine she’d just experienced. We didn’t even lock the door…
Shaking herself, she pulled on her cloak, grabbed her bag, and left the changing room. Striding purposefully towards the main Floos, she hardened her resolve, determined not to be swayed - either by her concern over his recent injuries or memories of the times they’d been together.
Remember, you broke it off with him for a reason, and that reason still stands. Holding onto petty grudges from the war was more important that building something with you. You did the right thing.
Despite being sure of her logic, Astoria’s heart still twisted painfully as she stepped into the Floo and let the bright green flames carry her back to her dark and empty flat.
“You can’t…your shift-” protested Doreen, a mediwitch who Astoria had always found to be an incredible bint. She was alone behind the desk, buried in patient charts and looking quite put out.
Astoria’s declaration made Doreen narrow her normally piggy eyes so that they nearly disappeared from her face altogether. Before she could launch another protest, Astoria turned and walked towards the healers’ changing room, calling over her shoulder as she went. “-is only an hour from being over. I’ve got an emergency. I have to go.”
Doreen’s irate spluttering was cut off as the door to the changing room swung shut behind her. Mercifully, it was empty, and Astoria leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself down.
Damn him! Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN Draco sodding Malfoy!!
Why did he have to turn up here tonight? Why couldn’t he have been put in any other ward than hers? And why, in Rowena’s name, did he still have to look so good even when he was obviously still being a total and utter prat?!
Brawling in a pub…with McLaggen of all people!! Over what?! Nothing important, I’m sure…
Astoria scrubbed her hands over her face and moved to her locker, quickly stripping out of her healer’s robes and putting on a casual, comfortable robe over her clothes.
As she changed, her memory wandered unbidden to one night a few months ago. She’d been working a long, lonely night shift and he’d snuck in to see her. He’d pulled her into this very changing room and backed her up against her locker, nuzzling and licking his way down her neck as his hands slipped up her legs, finding her knickers quickly and making changing out of her healer’s gear much more pleasurable than the solitary routine she’d just experienced. We didn’t even lock the door…
Shaking herself, she pulled on her cloak, grabbed her bag, and left the changing room. Striding purposefully towards the main Floos, she hardened her resolve, determined not to be swayed - either by her concern over his recent injuries or memories of the times they’d been together.
Remember, you broke it off with him for a reason, and that reason still stands. Holding onto petty grudges from the war was more important that building something with you. You did the right thing.
Despite being sure of her logic, Astoria’s heart still twisted painfully as she stepped into the Floo and let the bright green flames carry her back to her dark and empty flat.