Undeniable Truths

8~ Thank You, Healer Weinberg

Work drones on forever sometimes. But I know it can change in a blink of an eye.

I'm sitting in my office when a bunch of arrors come in. Great. I walk out and watch as my healers guide them to different rooms based on their injuries. Across the room I see Potter. Wonderful.

He strides up to me and says, "Arror Harry Potter." And puts out his hand for me to shake. I smirk on the inside. Like anybody in our world doesn't know who he is.

"Healer Perceus Weinberg, nice to meet you Mr. Potter." I reply as we shake hands. First year me would've killed for this. I chuckle at that, but he doesn't notice.

"They went in for a large raid and were ambushed... Again. Anyways, most of them don't seem to be in too bad of shape, I just want to make sure I'm not going to lose any of them." He looks down as he says the last part and I can see the pain in his emerald green eyes.

The war aged us all. We're only twenty-one, but we look as though we should be in our mid thirties early forties. His hair is even messier than it was in school, if that's even possible, but he doesn't wear his signature glasses anymore. Odd, he must have gotten contacts.

"I'll get my healers right on fixing everyone up, and I'll personally go and double check every patient before they are released."

"You really don't have to check them yourself." He says as he looks up at me.

"I know, but it's not like we want then going out when they're already messed up, Potter." I says his name just like I did in school and his head snaps in my direction. Shit.

He gives me a weird look, "I swear I've seen you before. What did you say your name is again?"

"Perceus Weinberg." Draco Malfoy.

"Maybe we went to school with each other."

Yes. "No, I went to Durmstrang. And I definitely would've remembered going to school with Harry Potter." Which I did.

"Okay, maybe you came for the triwizard tournament."

"No, I wasn't old enough yet. But you've probably seen me here before. I'm the head who normally heals the arrors."

"Oh yeah, you reattached Jensen's limbs a few weeks ago."

"That was me."

He starts looking around watching healers come and go from different rooms. It is quite entertaining to watch. Then I look up. She's here..

Is she hurt? What's wrong? I look at my healers and give them all looks as if to say she's my patient, and not to tend to her until I get there.

But she's not hurt. She's walking right up to Potter.

"Nice talking to you. I'm going to go check on your arrors."

"Thank you Healer Weinberg."

And with that I sulk away to do my job. Why is she here?

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I finally get home around 9:45 and I'm beat. Some of the injuries were worse than we originally thought, so it took twice as long as we thought it would.

I saw her several times during the day, and she never looked at me once. How will I ever talk to her? I figured out she works with the arrors, so I'll see her a lot.

I haven't decided if that's good or bad.

I sulk down into my bed and wait for sleep to over take me. Pictures of her keep flashing through my mind. Memories of her. Her hair. The feel of her lips on mine.

It was a complete accident that we kissed. She was under a tree by the black lake and I found her. I had wanted to talk to her for a while, but I never saw her by herself long enough.

We sat under that tree and talked for hours. It was so easy to talk to her, which surprised me, considering she hated me. I apologized for everything. And then, we just talked, shared stories, told of our years before Hogwarts. It was so easy. Then, I made the mistake of looking into her gorgeous eyes, and I was putty in her hands. We looked at each other for a long time, and before we knew it our lips were connected and we had no plans of stopping.

The kiss ended much too soon in my opinion, but after we separated she apologized and ran off.

She got engaged three weeks later.