Here's chapter two written by Missy.


My eyes snapped open and I shot up. "What?"

"Our shift's almost over."

I rubbed my bloodshot eyes and looked at Lizzy who was standing in the doorway. I'd fallen asleep in one of the empty hospital rooms around 7 this morning. Usually nothing happens during the graveyard shift, but early this morning was absolutely terrible. So many people came in with burnt fingers or faces from the fireworks they shot off (guess where they got them from. I'm going to kill Fred and George), people that had way too much to drink and even someone who was convinced that the water in the lake wasn't cold. Needless to say he won't be getting warm anytime soon.

Lizzy was all smiles considering Draco didn't leave until mid-early morning rush started and I volunteered to cover for her while they did God knows what in one of the empty rooms. I, of course, was miserable the entire shift because of the ball and leaving early, so she let me catch a couple hours sleep. I was actually fine, being as I was high on coffee and muffins, but I mostly just cried. Eighteen-hour shifts are not something I plan on doing again.

Liz sat on the edge of my bed as I sat up. "Rough night?"

I nodded and sniffed. "That was my chance. And I blew it."

"Ladies, there was an accident on the Puddlemere United Quidditch pitch. Ginny, he's asking for you," Celia, one of the nurses announced, popping her head into the room. I got up and went out into the hall, Liz on my heels.

Imagine my surprise when a gurney rolled by with Harry on it. "Hey Gin, fancy seeing you here," he joked, wincing.

"Curtain 3," I shouted to the orderlies who were directing it. I followed and after they left, I began to examine Harry. "What happened?"

He grimaced when I touched his shoulder. "We were practicing and I might've… accidentally… sort of… crashed into the stands," he finished so quietly I could barely hear.

"You? Harry-bloody-Potter. The youngest Seeker in a century crashed into the stands? What could you possibly have been doing while flying?" I asked as I turned my back to get a potion for him.

"Well, I had a rough night last night," he admitted. "Last night, at the Ministry function, there was this woman…"

I almost dropped the vile in my hand. "Really?" I asked, my voice slightly higher than usual.

"Yea." I could tell he was lost in the moment. "She was amazing. She had this emerald green dress on and she was absolutely gorgeous. We danced all night, and just as the clock struck midnight she kissed me. Then she left."

"What did she look like?" I questioned, handing him the potion.

He drank it before continuing. "I don't know, she was wearing a mask. Hey, is my shoulder supposed to be numb?" he asked suddenly, trying to move it.

"Don't!" I chided, putting my hands on his shoulder blade. "It's dislocated. The potion numbed it so I could pop it back into place."

"That sounds painful," he said cautiously, moving away from me.

I held him in place. "It's numb, you won't feel a thing. Besides, I'm trained to do this." I pointed my wand at his shoulder and muttered the spell. It popped back into place with a loud crack, and he winced at the noise. "You're going to have to take your shirt off."

"What? You can't shag me here!" he teased.

"No, I have to make sure it set properly. Now, off with that shirt!" I ordered. My voice may have sounded firm, but I could feel the heat creeping into my face as he tugged the worn green t-shirt over his head.

I gulped when he carelessly tossed it to the side and leaned back. "Go ahead, make sure."

He smiled smugly as I blushed. "Oh shut it Potter or I'll make this painful." His smiled faded a bit as I rubbed his bare shoulder. "Lean forward," I whispered.

He complied and I ran my hand down his back. His muscles tensed as my fingers moved across his skin. "Your hands are cold," he mumbled.

"Shut up," I scolded softly, pressing my palm to the back of his shoulder and pushing. I saw him wince. "Still sore?"

"A little," he replied hoarsely.

"Put your shirt back on and I'll get you something for that." I turned around and walked out, closing the curtain behind me. As I walked into the cabinet that housed the potions, I heard footsteps.

"How's it going?"

I whirled around and faced a very amused looking Liz. "Fine," I huffed, grabbing the vial and pushing my way past her.

"Getting hot and heavy with your man?" she continued, the amusement heavy in her voice as she followed me down the hall. "Cause right now you're the envy of the hospital. Getting to feel up Harry Potter and all."

I ignored her and walked through the curtain. Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, and much to my disappointment, wearing his shirt. "Here," I told him, handing over the potion. "Take this twice a day for a week until your shoulder feels better. Until then, no strenuous physical activity, including Quidditch," my voice rose at the look of outrage on his face, "or heavy lifting. You don't want to stunt the healing process."

"Fine," he answered grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can I go?"

His behavior reminded me so much of a two year old, that I laughed. "Yes, you may go."

"Hey, don't laugh at me," he cried, standing up. "This isn't funny. My coach is going to kill me."

"I can always write you a note," I offered.

"You can do better. How about after your shift's over we grab lunch. I'm starving, and since you've been here the better part of New Year's, it'll be my treat."

"How can I refuse a free lunch," I teased as I grabbed the release forms from the front desk. I scribbled my name down and handed them to him. "My shift's over now, so if you'll let me freshen up, we can get out of here."


I practically skipped down the hall into the break room. I grabbed my normal clothes and purse and ran into the bathroom. I changed, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and dabbed some perfume on my wrists and neck. I shoved my scrubs into my locker, grabbed my jacket and threw it on.

Harry was waiting outside the break room and I bumped into him as I rushed out. "Sorry," I mumbled, wrapping my scarf around my neck. "Ready?"

He offered me his arm, which I took and we walked out. I forgot how cold early January could be, and I moved closer to Harry. We ducked into the first restaurant we came upon, and it happened to be a little coffee house. We sat at a table in the back, and after removing our coats and scarves, we ordered. He had a sandwich and I ordered soup.

"So, what's it like working in the hospital?" Harry asked, sipping his hot chocolate.

I opted for hot tea and took a sip before responding. "I don't like the hours, but I like the actual job. What's it like playing Quidditch?"


We sat in a comfortable silence until the food came. "How can you eat tuna?" I asked as Harry took a bite.

"It's really not that bad," Harry told me after he swallowed. He held it out to me. "Want some?"

"Um,.. no. You eat it."

I hate tuna. It smells, it looks funny, just all around nasty. But Harry continued to eat it, and after I got tired of watching him I started on my soup. We finished, and while we were waiting for the bill, Harry's composure changed. "Do you smell that?" he asked, sitting up straight.

I was confused. "What?"

"That perfume. It's the same that woman was wearing last night."

I panicked. "Do you see her?"

"No, I told you, she was wearing a mask."

He was looking around the café, but stopped when the waiter came with the bill. "Harry, there could be a million women with that perfume on," I said, trying to distract him.

"You're right," he finally admitted, handing the waiter the money and bill. "I was just hoping it was her."

I smiled inwardly. He remembered! We walked out of the shop, right into the snow. "Aw crap," he muttered as we started down the sidewalk. "We're going to have to play in the snow."

"You're not supposed to be playing at all," I reminded him. "Not unless you want that to be the last game you play."

"Fine mother, anything else?" he asked playfully. "You sound like your mum," he remarked, leading me into a park.

"I do not," I snipped.

"Yes you do."

I stopped walking and put my hands on my hips in a very mum way. "Harry Potter, you take that back."

He laughed. I made to throw a snowball at him but slipped. And Harry with his seeker reflexes, caught me with his good arm. He pulled me straight and I looked at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked pulling me into a hug. Then suddenly he let me go. He looked deep into my eyes and I gasped.

"Harry are you-" but he cut me off.

"Bloody hell! It was you!"


My eyes widened in horror. Damn my perfume. "Harry, I can-"

But I never got the chance to finish because his lips came crashing down on mine. Once I got over the initial shock of Harry Potter kissing me, my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to me. "God, you're amazing," he mumbled against my lips when we broke apart.

I giggled.

"Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

"I dunno…I was scared…" I mumbled still in his arms.

"You're my Cinderella now…" He said before kissing me again. When we parted I spoke, "Harry, Who's Cinderella?"

Sigh... We love fluff... Hope everyone had a wonderful New Year's Eve and good luck in 2005! YAY Review!!! and make out new year happy!


Lain and Missy