Paging Healer Malfoy // D.M. (COMPLETE)

Epilogue

2 years later:

Time passes quickly in the halls of St. Mungo's - patients were seen, prescriptions written, budgets ignored. The hospital never closed; constantly working on a rotating door of shifts and patients.

It was in these halls that he met her. An anxious, young wizard straight out of Hogwarts barely able to keep his hands from shaking had walked into the emergency room and promptly bumped into the person that would become a central figure to his life.

Draco remembers it all like it was yesterday; how he came home after his first shift, collapsing into bed with only two thoughts on his mind – his next shift and her name.

He wanders the halls of St Mungo's in disbelief that it's now been a decade since he started his training and met (Y/N). In ten years, he's seen so much and accomplished things he never even dreamed of.

Draco chuckles to himself; he thinks of the shock he still gets when he explains to old friends and extended family his work. He finds it both insulting and flattering at the same time.

Two years have passed since Draco greeted the trainees on this very date. Each of them passed with flying colours; Matthew Kinghorn settling in as a permanent faculty member – practically a piece of the furniture now.

Every year, Draco greets new trainees to begin the same song and dance he's conducted for the past five years. He recites the same speech because he knows it works; he lets them take control of the first patient they want to treat. He gives them an inch, but he knows they won't take a mile.

In the halls of St Mungo's, Draco transforms into the person he truly he is. He doesn't bow to familial pressure; he doesn't cower to the misconceptions of others. In the halls of St. Mungo's, Draco showcases his true ability for healing and his care for others. He comes alive as he works; thriving in the hustle and bustle – able to think more clearly than ever.

The break room never changes, he thinks, as he pushes open the door. The ancient television set will always play the daily cycle of muggle news; always on a low volume for the staff's fears of breaking the thing should anyone change anything. Draco shakes his head fondly; he couldn't and wouldn't work anywhere else.

Draco cracks open his locker; peering at his reflection in the small mirror he keeps stuck to the inside of the door. He neatens his hair; today was to be a big day once again, and he needed to look his best – prim, proper, and professional.

He rubs at the stubble on his cheeks; absentmindedly wondering whether he should have shaved before coming in. The opening of the door to the break room has Draco pausing in his pondering. He closes his locker door quietly.

"Healer Malfoy," She drawls, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, "I knew I'd find you here."

He doesn't need to turn to know it's (Y/N); the woman he's loved for years now. Each day he finds something new to love about her; whether it be the way she eats her chips before her burger, or the way she places a bookmark every one hundred pages of the book she reads to split it into more manageable chunks. He loves it all; her loves her all – he entirely and irrevocably adores her.

Draco turns to meet her eyes; bright with mischief and love, "You've found me, Healer Malfoy," He grins, "Shall we meet the new trainees together?"