Date: November 21, 2004
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Anyone
Location: Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Ginny makes rounds at the hospital. Where's Dr. Robert Chase when ya need 'im?
Completion: Complete
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"There's a young man down in the lobby," The receptionist said softly, glancing past Ginny with an air of nervousness. Not everyone was as comfortable in the ward as Ginny was.
Ginny guided the older woman out of the doorway and closed the ward behind her, following her down the stairs with a barely suppressed yawn. Pushing the lobby doors open, she adjusted her robes as she crossed the floor to where their latest patient sat, his gaze fixed firmly on his feet. His riot of silky black curls framed the sides of his face, obscuring his identity from the Healer.
"Hello, I'm Healer Weasley. What can I help you with today?" Ginny had been clipping a new patient parchment to her board for notes as she gave her opening talk, looking up only after she'd stopped speaking.
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'Right after I change my name.'
For once, we agree.
Ginny bit back an exasperated sigh as she tucked her quill under the clipboard clip, swinging her hands behind her back to clasp her wrist as she rocked on her heels. Keeping her tone even, she answered. "That's right. Healer Weasley, Mr. Pucey."
Her gaze softened as she took in the puppy-dog eyes he was giving her as he held his pants leg up with a shrug. Setting the clipboard on the chair beside him, Ginny dropped to one knee as she pulled her wand from her robe pocket.
"How far did you fall, Mr. Pucey? You shouldn't have waited so long to come in... this has to hurt."
Laying a gentle hand on his calf, she glanced up at him, brown eyes full of concern and professionalism as she gently guided her wand close to his very swollen ankle. "Please tell me if I hurt you, Mr. Pucey."
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"Please forgive my formality. I'm used to addressing everyone that way here." The petite redhead caught her bottom lip between her teeth in an unconsciously shy gesture.
Indicating the small vial, Ginny took a step close again, leaning her head down to read the tiny script on the label as she pointed to it. "Crushed Doxy wings, Bloodroot leaves, and Anise Hyssop. It's a simple variation on muscle relaxers and blood clotters."
Glancing up, she met his gaze with an easy smile. "As I said, it's going to taste vile but honestly, but combined with my spell, it will heal your ankle good as new. So you can get back to your Quidditch."
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Listening to the attractive Slytherin ramble, the petite redhead nodded sympathetically. She'd heard that sort of thing more than once over the past year but she couldn't help wondering why he sounded defensive, almost apologetic.
She had easily remembered the wizard from Hogwarts and the Slytherin Quidditch team. The attractive, athletic Slytherin had a reputation for being a lady's man with high standards. There was no small number of reasons why she'd never done more than sneak glances in his direction all those years ago, not the least of which being his house followed closely by his reputation. The petite redhead knew she'd been a mouse to his cat back then.
Watching him drink down the potion, she moved forward instinctively supporting his back with a small hand to steady him as she swirled her wand over his ankle, murmuring softly as she closed her eyes, focusing her magic.
'Bloody hell, he doesn't ( ... )
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"You're obviously uncomfortable and I can't tell if I've said something to make you feel that way." She said with a soft sigh, raking a hand through her hair. The petite redhead was beyond exhausted and felt like a pathetic fool around the handsome wizard.
Focusing on a spot on the wall just over his head, Ginny found the words spilling over her lips in a tired rush. "I apprenticed with St. Mungo's after I graduated and joined the Order. My work with the Order and St. Mungo's got me a field promotion a year early. I ended up back here after we evacuated St. Mungo's."
"Is that what you really wanted to know, Adrian?" Ginny asked softly, without judgement. She felt like she had two left feet around men. Well, men who weren't her brothers.
Yes, mouse.Bowing her head in resignation, the petite redhead gestured vaguely, waiting for the raven-haired wizard to bolt out the door. "The hospital takes ( ... )
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Cat got your tongue, dear?
'As a matter of fact...'
"Wow, Adrian." Ginny's eyes widened at his impromptu confession. "I don't know what to say..."
Walking over to him, she laid a small hand on his arm. "You are a real person, Adrian. Don't let anyone make you feel any different. I don't think you are a coward and frankly, I'd hit anyone who called you that. That's be right rude of them, now wouldn't it."
Her smile wobbled as she continued. "Of course you can call me Ginny. We did play Quidditch against each other, after all. Heck, I remember having a bloody hard time catching up to you out there."
"Of course, if you'd like to volunteer your services here, we'd be more than grateful for another person with potion skills." The petite redhead realized her thumb was absently stroking his arm and she pulled her hand away quickly, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Chuckling ruefully, Ginny said. "You're right, I am tired. I've had trouble... sleeping. I know, I know. It's the old joke. Healer, heal thyself."
You ( ... )
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