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CHAPTER ONE

St. Mungo's, London. Five months ago.

She was bored. Bored out of her mind and ready to kill the chipper blonde beside her. If that annoyance uttered the word fascinating one more time, while her bleach blonde hair in that obnoxiously high ponytail swung merrily with every step she took, she would go mad for sure. Honestly, was it even allowed to be that cheerful?

She had already seen the hospital countless of times, yet here she was, forced to be shown around along with all the new interns and nurses. She swore under her breath, normally she would jump with joy when learning something new. Only this wasn't new. It was already processed information, stored and filed. She knew St. Mungo's like the back of her mind. And so here she was, stuck with a bunch of skittish, fresh out of school, surgical interns and a couple of nurses. Sure she was a nurse herself, minus the skittish part, but she certainly wouldn't be seen in public, acting like a bunch of school children on a sugar high. Maybe in the past she would have been just as enthusiastic as them, but St. Mungo's wasn't where she wanted to be, even if it was the best hospital in England.

No, where Hermione Granger really wanted to be was Dufftown. They had an amazing Trauma Centre that dealt with the gang war currently raging through the country, as most hospitals did these days. But Dufftown was taking the blunt of it, so was Hogsmeade, and everyone in the vicinity was directed to Dufftown's Trauma Centre. The excitement to be in the middle of it, to actually help people who were in dire need of it. That was her dream, and she was one step closer. Even if she was just a nurse, she could definitely make a difference. But the problem with the Trauma Centre was that they didn't take inexperienced nurses or doctors, they demanded at least two years of experience before they accepted anyone, which was logical enough, she supposed. But it certainly didn't help her mood.

She followed the group down the hall, honestly trying to pay attention, but she had done her research about the hospital months ago, when she found out that they had accepted her. Now that was real enthusiasm, she mused. These hyperactive prats didn't hold candle to her, and it wasn't that she was vain or conceited. She knew she was the best. She aced all of her tests, be it practical or theoretical ones. Simple as that.

They were being showed around storerooms at the moment, when she saw him. Standing right outside conversing with a fellow doctor, nurses lined up waiting to talk to him, was Dr Tom Riddle. She knew who he was, she had seen countless of pictures of him in the Daily Prophet. It was hard not to notice him, with the way he held himself and the way people seemed almost immediately drawn to him. He had that magnetic personality that attracted people.

He was all smiles and flirty comments it would seem, but something felt off. And she knew exactly what it was.

Those weren't real smiles. She would know.

Interesting. So the good doctor was annoyed by his never-ending piers and admires. Maybe her time here wouldn't be so boring after all, if she could observe him and his interesting behaviour. It didn't hurt he looked like sex on legs either. Crude words, but true nonetheless. The man was sexy as hell and had a reputation worse than Sirius Black, but how he managed to stay on good terms with all his conquests, she would never know. Manipulation and lies most likely.

Sirius Black, ladies man and sexy beast, on the other hand, he received the occasional slap and drinks in his face, when he dumped his girls, from what she had gathered from Remus and Tonks. Well, she supposed there would have to have been a proper relationship and commitment in the first place to warrant the term 'dump'. These men simply didn't do relationships. So perhaps they didn’t so much ‘dump’ women as they discarded them and moved on to the next victim. At least Sirius Black was upfront about his intentions, Tom Riddle on the other hand… Well, from what she had heard, rumours mostly, he made it seem like he was looking for the one, and in some absurd way made the girls he bedded blame themselves for their quick break up, and as far as she knew he only saw them once or twice. He must truly be a master of manipulation.

Better stay clear of that one.

In her grand discovery it would seem her group had already moved on to the next stop. Oh bloody hell. It obviously wouldn't do to get caught up in her thoughts. She hurried after them, a bit miffed no one had nudged her or said something in order to get her to follow. But then again, this was the real world, not kindergarten.

She found them just around the corner, looking at the nurses’ station. She groaned. She couldn't wait for the tour to be over, and wondered for the umpteenth time why she couldn't be excluded from it, but no, it was mandatory. She could just hear that catty little bitch gloat at her expense, she had of course inquired if she could be exempt from the tour, but a redheaded nurse had shot her down immediately. Bitch.

She frowned. She hated cursing, but found herself doing it an awful lot lately.

The person in charge droned on and on, it was almost as bad as Professor Slughorn back at Hogwarts. She had actually looked forward to having chemistry, but Slughorn had ruined whatever positive feelings she had towards that class. Not that it mattered much now anyway.

"It really is boring, isn't it?" A pretty girl beside her said, effectually waking Hermione from her daze.

"She's worse than Slughorn." Hermione shuddered at the thought.

"Ah yes, Professor Slughorn, I heard stories about him, almost as bad as Professor Binns. Although, I had Professor Snape in chemistry, and trust me when I say, you do not wish to get on his bad side. I'm Marlene McKinnon by the way." Blue eyes scrutinizing Hermione.

"Ugh, don't remind me, I nearly fell asleep during one of Binns’ lessons. Snape? I feel sorry for you, I had detention with him once." Hermione paused, remembering that one awful detention she had to serve with the greasy git. "I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you, although I don't remember seeing you at Hogwarts." Hermione tried to recall Marlene, but came up empty handed.

"I know who you are, most from Hogwarts do. You achieved the highest score in a decade or so, and you were Head Girl, I remember feeling mighty surprised when I learned you wanted to be a nurse. Always thought you would go for something like being a solicitor or a doctor. And Hogwarts is a big school, so I'm not really surprised." Marlene replied.

"Oh, I tend to forget that. As for being a nurse, it was what I wanted to do." She shrugged, many had bothered her about it, asking why she didn't choose something else, something more prestigious, but being a nurse was what she wanted.

"I know what you mean." She said, and something told Hermione that she really did.

"Oh! It looks like we're finally done! Thank God. I think I would have throttled that stupid toad, if she hadn't finished soon." Hermione sighed in relief.

"I'll say. That was Dolores Umbridge, she's Head Nurse around here. My friend Dorcas is the receptionist at the main entrance, and she told me she's a right terror around here." Marlene explained in distaste, and it was clear this Dorcas had told Marlene some terrible things about this Dolores Umbridge.

"God I hope not, people like that has a tendency to misunderstand my enthusiasm, when it comes to learning." Hermione groaned.

"Oh! Would you look at that, it's Tom Riddle! Oh my God!" Marlene shrieked in delight, when she spotted Tom Riddle round the corner and head for the nurses’ station, two starry-eyed nurses in tow. How nauseating, she wondered how some women could be so naive as to think they would ever get through to a man like Riddle, when acting like loyal little puppies.

"Shh! Marlene! Lest he actually hear you squealing like a fan girl. Now that would be embarrassing." Hermione half joked, but she was indeed serious about the quiet part.

"I did not squeal like a fan girl!" She looked indignantly at Hermione.

"You so did." Hermione laughed, and Marlene cracked a smile as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're in luck today! This here is Dr Tom Riddle the best heart surgeon in the country." Umbridge introduced the smiling doctor, but Hermione could have sworn he was about to pop a vein. She certainly would have done worse, had the horrible woman clad in pink scrubs, grabbed her and put her on display like that. No one seemed to notice his discomfort, at being lady-handled by a toad-like woman. It was unbelievable how, even a woman in Umbridge's age, would take the slightest chance to touch the popular doctor. Sure, he was sex on legs, clearly intelligent and successful, but to have that many women and men wrapped around his finger… Did he brainwash them or what?

The small group of newly appointed interns and nurses made a small fuss of applauding him, and Hermione did too. It wasn't every day you met a world-class surgeon with a reputation as spotless as his, and despite his personality, she did admire his skill. She turned to Marlene, who looked like Christmas had come early.

"Honestly, could you look less like you want to jump his bones?" Hermione mocked silently, not wanting anyone to hear.

"What? Don't tell me you don't find him attractive?" She whispered back, looking sceptically at Hermione.

"I do find him attractive, but that certainly doesn't mean I want to be another notch on his bedpost. Guys like him are the worst. Besides, I don't make a habit of looking at someone like they are a piece of meat about to be devoured. That's their job. Guys I mean." Hermione finished, and observed the slowly dwindling crowd around the handsome doctor. They had already been dismissed for the day, as it was only an introduction to their new workplace.

"Geez Hermione, has anyone ever told you not to analyse everything, and just go with the flow once in a while?" Marlene huffed at her, but she no doubt knew Hermione was right in her assessment of him.

"I have been told once or twice, yes." She shrugged, not really caring.

"Oh well, I will see you tomorrow for rounds, I have to meet Dorcas down in the reception." She said looking at her wristwatch, although a bit reluctant to leave already.

"Sure, it was nice talking to you." Hermione bid her goodbye, and looked as she headed towards the elevator, lazily pressing the silver button.

Hermione had no intention of going home just yet. While everyone was busy fussing and gushing over Dr Sexy over there, she would get some actual work done. Flipping through the files and journals to prepare for tomorrow's early morning rounds sounded like a much better idea. To her at least.

So she slipped behind the counter, a bit sneakily she mentally added, and asked a stern looking woman if it was all right to prepare for tomorrow. The woman seemed mighty surprised by her request. Obviously she hadn't met such a studious person in a long time. Not surprising when she considered the ones she had already seen.

Minerva McGonagall her nametag read. Better remember that.

"Thank you, I like to be prepared, you see." Hermione smiled at the elder woman.

"A rarity among you youngsters I assure you, but highly appreciated Miss Granger." Minerva offered a small smile.

"I know, which is one of the reasons I strive to be better."

"Commendable. I shall take my leave now. The Prewett twins in room 220 have both managed to break bones again. They are regular residents these days." She grumbled at the last part, and it was clear she would rather they stayed at home, than wreak havoc in the hospital.

"Fabian and Gideon are here?" Hermione asked surprised, but when she thought about it, it wasn’t all that surprising.

"You know them?" Minerva looked surprised as well, the two pranksters were not someone she would have thought the promising young lady in front of her, would associate with.

"I'm a friend of their sister, Molly. Believe me, I know them." Hermione muttered, annoyed to have the two dunces in the hospital, just when she started working there. Hopefully she wouldn't see them around. She shuddered when she thought of the practical jokes and pranks they would come up with, should they discover her now permanent presence in their vicinity. They always had a knack for riling her up, and it seemed to be their favourite pastime whenever she was around.

Minerva went on her way, albeit rather grudgingly, and Hermione started reading through the journals, noticing from the corner of her eyes how everyone seemed to have already gone home for the day. Only Dr Riddle was left.

He noticed her, and she could see he was expecting her to do something, anything, as she was the only one left of the group, and she had yet to seek him out. Perhaps he thought she was one of the more persistent ones.

"Relax, I'm not interested. Besides you look like you could use a break from all that attention." She assured him, while browsing through the files, not even bothering to look at him.

"Then what are you still doing here? Not to pry or anything, but everyone else left. And it's no bother, really. You get used to it after a while." He was the epitome of politeness, although she could detect a faint trace of annoyance. Not to mention arrogance.

"Yeah right." She snorted. She wasn't fooled, not for one minute. She kept looking through the files, wanting to be as prepared as possible for the next day.

"Excuse me?" He looked baffled by her exclamation.

"You don't have to lie, you know. It's okay if you don't like all that attention. I imagine it must be annoying to constantly have people latch on to you like creepy little leeches. I would certainly be annoyed." She said, only now shooting him a hurried glance. Damn, he looked even better up close. She could feel a small blush creep onto her cheeks, and mentally slapped herself for acting like a schoolgirl. Damn those hormones! She dearly hoped he didn't notice.

Her gaze went back to the journals in front of her, in a pathetic attempt to fight, as well as hide, her blush stained cheeks.

"What makes you think it bothers me?" He drawled out lazily, but she could tell he was honestly interested in her answer. By the way he now leaned over the counter to get a better look at her, and by the way he smirked at her, she knew he had definitely seen her blush. God this man was arrogant! Smirking at her like that, and staring at her like she was a piece of meat! The nerve of that man!

"When Umbridge put you on display before, you looked like you were about to pop a vein. Don't worry though, I don't think anyone else noticed." She explained as nonchalantly as possible and looked up at him, startled to find him staring so intently at her, and for a moment she found herself lost in alluring green eyes.

"For someone not interested, you seem awfully concerned about my well being." He raised an eyebrow at her in such an arrogant manner only he could pull off. He did not just insinuate that!

"How dare you! Just because you are some hotshot doctor, doesn't mean everyone fancies you!" She slammed the journal shot and stood up, hands on the table and staring right back at him in anger. This only served to amuse him, it seemed.

"You certainly are an amusing little nurse. Maybe things might not be so boring with you around. Hero worshipping sycophants do get a little tiring after a while." He taunted her while shrugging nonchalantly, not yet aware of her explosive temper.

"You arrogant snake! I can't believe what you just said! How dare you treat people like that?" She shrieked, but tried to keep her voice down, should anyone overhear their heated little argument.

He leaned forward on the counter and thereby closer to her, until there was only a few inches between them. "I dare." He whispered, and she could feel his cool breath on her lips. A shiver went down her spine, but she kept staring at him trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her body.

She could only stare wide-eyed in disbelief at his arrogance and his admission. He started to pull back, and when she didn't retaliate he turned to leave.

"But you were right about one thing. I am a former resident of the Slytherin dormitories, so I suppose you weren't far off in your assessment of me. We were called snakes quite often, but I am sure you know that." He said over his shoulder, and proceeded to leave, effectively leaving her stunned.

If there was one thing she had learned by this encounter, it was that she should stay as far away from Tom Riddle as possible. Even if she told someone of their… whatever this had been, she doubted anyone would believe her. He had just shown her his true colours, so to speak, and he had seemed to find her amusing. That was not good. Most definitely not good. Men like him tended to see her as a challenge, or women like her in general, because she had no interest in their obvious games. And not only had she seen right through him, she had also insulted him and told him she wasn't interested - that itself probably was an insult to him. If that didn't scream challenge, she didn't know what did. But it wasn't like she had done it on purpose, no, she just had a tendency to lose her head a bit, when agitated.

Oh dear. Tomorrow would prove to be most difficult with this newfound development.

"Tonks? What are you doing here?" Hermione looked at her purple haired friend sitting in the hallway, just beside the door to her flat. As far as Hermione was concerned, they hadn't planned anything today. She had known Tonks since Hogwarts, and although they hadn't been in the same dormitories, Hermione had been in Gryffindor and Tonks had been in Hufflepuff, they had still had a lot of classes together, where they instantly bonded. Even though many were sceptic about their friendship, as they were polar opposites of each other, they didn't care. Where Hermione was the rational, slightly eccentric bookworm, a classic beauty and dating disaster, Tonks was the alternative tough chick with a perpetual penchant for trouble, clumsy as hell and a trustworthy friend. While they didn't have many interests in common, they always found something to do.

"Hermione! What took you so long? Molly said you should have been out of the hospital an hour ago, I have been waiting here ever since." Tonks jumped up and nearly fell back down again in all her haste, and Hermione had to chuckle at her friend's clumsiness.

"I had to go blow some steam off, I got into an argument… of sorts. I needed to calm down and think rationally about it." Hermione grumbled, remembering her run-in with Dr Riddle, which only made her scowl at the thought.

"Must have been bad to get you to scowl like that, Herms." Tonks laughed at her, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I swear to God if you don't stop calling me Herms, I will start calling you by your given name." Hermione grumbled and shot her friend a glare.

"Unless you want to get hurt, I suggest you don't…" Tonks muttered, and pulled Hermione into a one-armed hug.

"You never answered me, you know. What are you doing here?” Hermione asked again.

"Oh, right. I wanted to inform you that this Friday your arse is mine, we're going to The Three Broomsticks. It's a new club in Hogsmeade. And no excuses, I checked your work schedule with Molly, so I know you aren’t working on Saturday." Tonks said, while moving her arm to rest around Hermione's shoulders, effectively pulling her close to her.

"And you couldn't have called me for that? And there's no way of getting out of it?" Hermione shrugged off Tonks arm, and rummaged through her handbag in search of her keys. Why was it always so hard to find one's keys in a handbag? It wasn't logical. There was hardly enough space for them to get lost in.

"My phone had a bit of an accident, and Remus wouldn't let me anywhere near his." She grumbled, displeased with her boyfriend's verdict. "And no Hermy, not going to happen. Besides Sirius will be there, so you might actually get laid for once." Tonks gave her a once over. "You look like you need it."

"Shut it! Besides, it was only one time with Sirius, and I was pissed at the time, and so was he." She opened her door and pulled Tonks with her. "What exactly happened to your phone?" She raised an eyebrow at Tonks, while taking her coat off.

"I dropped it in the toilet. Don't ask. And stupid Remus won't lend me his." She gathered her hair into a low ponytail, when her fringe continued to bother her, purple strands whirling around.

"Why am I not surprised?" Hermione sighed at her friend's stupidity, she had lost count on how many phones she had either lost or completely ruined. Her mother, Andromeda, had long since given up on getting her to take better care of her things. "So, how long are you staying?" She threw herself on her sofa, exhausted and ready to sleep the minute Tonks left.

"Not long, I have to meet Remus in an hour. We're going to see mum tonight, and he's probably wearing a hole in his carpet right about now. Seriously, it's not like mum's going to eat him or anything. She just wants to meet him properly before we move in together." Tonks said, smiling at the thought of her nervous boyfriend. They had been dating for six months already, but to be fair Tonks had tried to catch his attention since she had attended Hogwarts. Needless to say, he had obviously refused back then because of the age difference and the fact that he was her teacher at the time, but persistent as she was he had caved in the end, only three and a half years later. Hermione had found Tonks' single-minded pursuit very entertaining throughout the years, and she had almost felt bad for her old professor. Almost. However odd the match was, they complimented each other quite nicely, and sometimes Hermione found herself jealous of their relationship.

"I can imagine. He's always been uncomfortable in situations like that. But say hello to your mum for me." Hermione injected.

"Will do. Shite, I better get going now, I have to pick up something for Molly on the way home. She will have my head if I'm late again." Tonks said, when she realized she had forgotten her appointment with Molly.

Molly Weasley nee Prewett was the motherly input in their little group of friends. She always berated both of them, whether it was because Hermione was studying too much and forgetting to eat properly, or because Tonks was knocking things over because of her clumsiness. Molly had bunked with Hermione back in Hogwarts, as they were both assigned the Gryffindor dorms, and she had readily accepted Tonks into the mix. She was stubborn and a bit narrow-minded at times, but she was kind to the people she considered friends and family, and would do anything for them if need be. She had married straight out of Hogwarts, and no one had questioned it. Molly was simply the marrying type, and she loved Arthur from the bottom of her heart. What Hermione couldn't comprehend though, was the fact that she had wanted to be a house wife and mother straight out of school, not that there was anything wrong with it, but to her it was still a bit early to think about starting a family. Molly hadn't shared those sentiments and had become pregnant soon after she married Arthur. Now, four years later, she had two children and a third on the way.

Talk about being productive. Molly was a regular baby factory these days, and she had no doubt they would end up with a house full of children.

“Alright, see you Friday then.” Tonks had a bounce in her step when she left, obviously looking forward to seeing Remus squirm during dinner. Hermione had to admit she would too. But having to deal with Molly and all her questions before said dinner. would have annoyed Hermione.

The only thing she really disliked about Molly was her incessant need to set Hermione up on dates and her never-ending questions in regards to her love life, or rather lack thereof. And lately it seemed to be her absolute favourite pastime. Why was it so important whether Hermione had a boyfriend or not? Which was something Hermione couldn’t figure out for the life of her. Tonks was more hooked on getting Hermione laid than anything else, which amused her somewhat.

Seriously, why couldn’t she just be allowed to figure things out on her own? It wasn’t that she missed having a boyfriend, seeing how the last ones were disappointments. Viktor had been sweet and tender, as had Seamus. But somehow they weren’t enough for her. They were too predictable, too clingy and touchy-feely. Where was the excitement in that? They were too sweet for her. The sex was a bore as well. It wasn’t that they didn’t know what they were doing, no, it just wasn’t passionate enough for her. They didn’t have that spark of fire in them, like he had. It hurt thinking about him.

Arsehole. Bastard. Scumbag. Oh she had plenty of names for him. Cheating son of a bitch was probably the most fitting title though. Draco Malfoy, her childhood nemesis and her designated heartbreaker. She hardly remembered how they came to be as a couple, but they did, and Hermione had been in over her head. But why he saw it fit to ruin it all by sleeping with Lavender Brown behind her back, she would never know and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. He had hurt her more than anyone else ever had.

But that was now in the past, she reminded herself.

Bloody wanker.

Then Viktor had come into the picture, but however much she was loath to admit it, he had honestly been no more than a rebound to her. He had been head over heels in love with her, and wanted her everything, something she couldn’t give.

How could she when Draco still had a piece of her?

Seamus had been her latest… something. They had been on a few dates, but she hadn’t been into it. He had been nothing but sweet, but as with Viktor, he turned into an overprotective clingy ‘boyfriend’, and she used the term boyfriend quite loosely here. He assumed too much. Molly had been furious with her, asking how she could live with herself for breaking such a sweet man’s heart. And again Molly had meddled, much to her chagrin. Honestly, couldn’t she just focus on her children instead? But the redhead had always been adamant in her mothering of Hermione, maybe it was because she had been the first to befriend Molly all those years ago. Who knew?

She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her brown curly locks. Too much thinking, a specialty of hers. She groaned and turned around in her plush sofa, she could only just reach her old white blanket from where she was laying. She pulled it over her and sighed in bliss, and if anyone dared to disturb her now, she would unleash hell on the idiot in question.

Hopefully tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad. But with her luck she doubted that was the case. Maybe Tonks was right about the Sirius thing, she really could use a good shag. She did have needs, even if she suppressed them most of the time. And Sirius, the man definitely knew what he was doing, even if they had both been inebriated at the time.

It wasn’t that she knew Sirius all that well, but he was an old friend of Remus, and she would see him sometimes at gatherings accompanying Remus. Even if the man was well into his thirties, he looked good. Better than good actually. He was handsome in that rugged sort of way, and with the way he dressed, leather jacket and all, he gave off a slightly dangerous vibe. The women loved it. Hermione too, found him very attractive, but she had no intentions of throwing herself at him, like most did. But she had to admit, whenever she had seen him at clubs and pubs, surrounded by alcohol and women, she found it amusing to observe the dynamics of his personality and behaviour. He really was an interesting character.

Hermione yawned and closed her eyes, sleep not too far away.

Maybe this Friday was exactly what she needed.

AN: Hello again! So this was the real chapter one, and hopefully it answered some of your questions, as the prologue was a bit vague. As I mentioned in the prologue, this is AU, so no magic.

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M.V. Avery
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