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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The toe bone connected to the heel bone. The heel bone connected to the foot bone. )
Ginny mentioned quidditch and smiled like that, he almost forgot what he was at the hospital at all for. "I don't play quidditch anymore, I was just taking a flight for the feeling of it. It's been quite a while for me. See, my parents decided to go a bit more... muggle I suppose, over the years. And when I got out of school I didn't have much choice but to go with it. I heard news that the war had ended and I wanted to come back, see what I could do to help. I haven't been able to come up with much, to be honest." He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He really had been quite the lump since returning.
He quirked an eyebrow at Ginny and lifted the vial in a mock toast, "Bottoms up I s'pose." he choked down the potion without much more than a grimace on his face but the taste really was as bad as it sounded from the list of ingredients. Shaking off the last of feeling as if he would vomit, he looked at Weasley again and said "How did you end up here?" And he coughed quickly before controlling it and keeping the coughs down.
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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 remember me. How did I *get* here?'
You know, the blood-traitors unworthy of notice.
'That's unkind. He's been perfectly sweet. Not at all what I thought he'd be like.'
Opening her eyes, Ginny blinked at his unwavering gaze and stammered, blushing, "How did I end up here? Oh, my family lived here... before... well, always, to be honest."
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"Thank you, for the help on my ankle. I'm not sure how the hospital accepts payment, I wouldn't mind helping out with potions and things if you all need an extra hand, or I do have some wizarding gold... I'm still new around here, feel like I'm starting all over again." He paused and then looked at her closely again, and smiled. "It feels good."
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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 donations for services, Adrian, and I do not charge for my services. Whatever you feel you want to donate is fine. Lyda can help you with that."
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Why did he have to be stepping over his tongue now? With Alicia it was one thing, he was trying to get in her knickers after all, but with the youngest Weasley? Who's older brothers Fred and George would easily hex his balls off if he even saw Adrian speaking to her.
He stood, feeling as if she had given him a brand new ankle, rather than just fix his old one. "Ginny... is it all right if I call you that? I... You seem tired, and I seem like a right moron and I'm afraid I haven't made the best impression. I'd like to help out around here, I don't know what I could do, but if there's an apothecary or potions master, I could help. I'd also like to..." He paused, unsure how she would react but before he let himself stop entirely he rushed the words out quickly hoping she wouldn't Bat Bogey hex him right there, "I'd like to take you out to dinner, if you'd let me."
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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're avoiding his question.
"And... well, I'm flattered by your invitation, really, but you don't have to say that to be polite, Adrian." Ginny's voice was soft but unwavering. "But... well... if you really meant that, I'd like that."
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