Hey... so this story will be a little raunchy than what I'm used to, there will be a lot of innuendos... and everything's 'easy'. So... enjoy, I guess? Yeah, whatever.

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Beta'ed by... me. I'm doing it myself to practice some grammar/punctuation/editing skills.

(Hermione pov) - The year is 2004, sometime in late May.


"Shush, she's coming!"

"Medusa will have your arse if she catches you!"

"Come on guys, it's not like this is illegal or anything. I'm just having a bit of fun."

Stupid, gormless interns. I swear, they get dumber and less subtle every year.

I forcefully closed the chart I was reading and sighed. Today was going to be a long day. The interns were playing in the break room again, after I specifically told them to run labs and tests. Who did they think they were? If I were bleeding out, I wouldn't trust them to do a single stitch, much less a spell, to save me.

I pursed my lips and walked over to the break room, where I could see my 5 interns laughing and giggling whilst trying to build a tower out of tooth picks. One of them saw me and had the decency to shut their mouth, while the others kept on. One by one they stopped playing, until the last one, Adam Smithers, was left with his back facing me, obnoxiously laughing.

"Guys, what's wrong? It's like you've seen a ghost or something." He chuckled, wincing when I finally spoke from the door way.

"Or turned to stone by Medusa, or something."

He froze and turned around, an embarrassed and terrified look on his face. They didn't know that I knew their little nickname for me, but they sure as hell did now.

"Dr. Granger! I- we were just- I mean- It-it's not what it looks like!" Smithers looked like he was about to piss himself. I would've laughed, had it not been that I had a reputation for being icy and respected.

"Line up." I said flatly, pointing to the wall. "Now."

They all skittered so fast their hair and coats flew back, reminding me of the way Snape's robes used to billow behind him in potions class. I walked up to the line they'd formed, and glanced at every one of them with fire in my eyes. They all looked at the ceiling, their hands shaking and their legs itching to run.

"Do you know why there are doctors?" I asked, walking in front of them like a drill sargeant. No one answered. "I said, do you know why?"

"T-to help sick people?" A small brunette, Kelsey Smith, said from the end of the line.

"Is that a question or an answer, Dr. Smith?" I said, glaring down at her.

"I-it's an answer, Dr. Granger!" She stuttered.

"Smithers," I turned away from Smith and heard her sigh in relief, while Smithers looked like he was going to faint. "Do you think playing with toothpicks is a good way to help people?"

He tapped his fingers against his thighs, as if wondering about something.

"I did not stutter."

"No," He said, sounding like a berated child. "But we were just having some fun-"

"Life isn't all about fun," I interrupted him, glaring at every intern. "Do you think dying is fun? Do you think having your insides slowly eaten away by cancer is fun? Those people don't think so. As doctors, you are to do your jobs. You're not being paid to screw around in the break room with toothpicks for your own immature amusement."

"Here we go," Smithers whispered to the intern beside him, Liam Calderney, who chuckled under his breath, hoping I wouldn't hear it.

"Congratulations," I smiled sickly sweet, walking over to the two men. "You've just bought yourself a month's work of rectal exams, Smithers. I'll have the nurses page you when one comes in."

He clenched his fists, and before he could stop himself, burts out saying, "Why are you such a bloody prude?"

He covered his mouth quickly, while the other interns gaped at him. I smiled and moved closer. Despite him being 6 inches taller, he still cowered in fear.

"Would you like me to remove you from the intern program?" I asked, and he shook his head. "That's where you're headed if you don't get your act together. Do your damn job, and you'll find there's no time for fun."

I moved away from them and stood in the middle of the room, folding my hands behind my back, watching them squirm under my gaze. I titled my head when Liam looked at me and broke eye contact a second later.

"There are dying people all over this hospital," I said. "You didn't train as healers so you could waste your days goofing off. You all took an oath to help people, and I'll be damned if that's what we're not going to do. For the next two weeks, you will all be running labs and tests, as well as consultations. You will know the halls from here to the lab by heart when you're finished. And you certainly will not see the inside of an O.R. for at least a month."

They all groaned.

"Now get out of my sight," I dismissed them, smiling as they all but sprinted out of the room, on their way to the nurse's station to pick up tests. "Bloody interns. Lost their bloody minds."

I walked out of the staffroom and over to the nurse's station, where I smiled at Sahara as she handed me a box and a note. She said it was the potion for the boy with the flu in the waiting room.

"Thanks. I'll just-" I stopped, opeing the box, to find a purple potion wrapped in a piece of parchment. "Not again." I flipped open the page to reveal elegant scrawl.

For the sexy lioness on floor four.
Also, don't frown so much. You act like someone's killed your cat.

-Dr. Malfoy (or whatever the hell you call me these days)

I balled up the paper and threw it in the trash, much to the dismay of Sahara, the nurse on call. Every female employee here had a crush on Draco, the resident potions master, and had shamelessly asked him out. Having all been rejected, they didn't understand how I could let 'such a sexy, adorable man' like him go.

Their words, not mine.

Draco and I's relationship had gotten... better. We were friends, yes, but that didn't stop him from flirting relentlessly with me. We'd had one drunken kiss at a christmas party, and he wouldn't stop until I agreed to go out with him.

"So... I heard what you did to your interns," I turned to see Blaise Zambini, the orthopedic specialist, smile at me. Despite our past, and Hogwarts houses, we'd struck up the most unusual friendship while going through our internship here. "It was pretty hot, if you ask me."

"Pervert!" I laughed and smacked him in the chest. "I was just doing what needed to be done."

"Says the war heroine who thinks working 18 hour days is like laying on a cloud," Blaise scoffed, walking in step with me as I went to deliver the potion. "Is that a potion? Is it from Draco?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, it is! Did I strike a nerve?"

"I said, shut up."

"You know, he really wants to get with you. Despite what you may have heard, he's not all one night stands now. I think he really likes you. Also, it does help that you're a pretty attractive-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as I tripped him and ran toward the waiting room, getting there just in time to give the woman the potion for her son.

"You're welcome. Have a nice day," I said, after the woman had thanked me profusely and hauled her son away.

I walked back the way I came and was joined by a messy-looking blaise, who was rubbing a spot on his forehead that looked on the verge of bruising. He nudged my side and I looked up at him innocently.

"That was rude, Miss Granger. I thought you were above needless violence," He said, looking offended."Especially to this pretty face."

"First of all, violence is necessary when a friend is being an arse. And second of all... you're not all that pretty." I laughed when he gasped in mock horror.

"You take that back!"

"No."

"I said, take it back!"

"What are you going to do about it, CoCo?"

Ever since I'd caught him stealing chocolate bars from the open vending machine when he thought no one was looking, I'd fallen into the habit of teasing him with the name 'CoCo'.

Realizing he could do nothing without asking for trouble, he narrowed his eyes and practically hissed in defeat.

"The day will come, Hermione," He sighed, walking with me again. "And you will regret using that ridiculous nickname. Mark my words."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I patted Blaise's back as we made our way into the staff room, where most of the doctors were already seated.

I spotted Draco sitting across from Dr. Henley. He winked at me when I caught his gaze, making me blush and roll my eyes.

"Quiet down people, quiet down. Thank you for coming today. As you know, there has been a recent outbreak of the flu," The chief of surgery started, waving his arms around. "Dr. Malfoy is currently working on a potion that will hopefully cure it..."

I zoned out after that, thinking about what I was going to do tonight. Harry and Ginny were busy with James, so going to see them was out. Ron was working late at the auror's office, so he was out, too. Despite our failed reltionship, we were still best friends. As were Harry and I. Of course, Harry and Ginny had just had a baby, so they were busy.

Little James Sirius Potter was the exact replica of his father, save for his big brown eyes. He had just turned 4 months old. I babysitted him for at least 3 days a week. He was adorable and hilarious at the same time, so much so that I feared Fred and George had somehow seeped part of themselves into the innocent child.

"Hey," I was elbowed in the ribs by Blaise. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Sorry, zoned out for a minute there," I whispered back, before turning to the chief of the hospital.

"...And that's it." He said. No one said anything, so I assumed they wanted to get out of here as much as I did. "Alright people, you're dis- oh, wait, I almost forgot!"

We all perked up at this; the chief never forgot anything.

"Starting tomorrow and going through the next two months, there will be a contest to see who can get the most positive feedback from their patients. You will each get a pack of 100 cards with brief surveys about your work on them. If your patient wants to fill it out, great. If they don't, too bad for you. At the end of the two months, the scores will be tallied, and the highest score wins."

"Sir, what does the winner get?" A small, blonde doctor asked.

"The winner gets a week's worth of paid vacation time," We gasped and started whispering excitedly. "Settle down, people! Also, they will get Burkley's old office."

Merlin! I loved that office! Dr. Burkley had transferred to America last month and his office- surrounded in glass and the richest color of brown wood- had been empty since then. I loved everything about that office, and I was going to win to get it. No more sitting in my own small, cube of an office.

"Have a great day!" He finished before xiting the room, leaving all of us to talk about the new contest.

"Did you hear that? Vacation time! Yes!" Blaise fist pumped the air while looking at me.

"The office, too! It's so beautiful. I'm definitely going to win this." I said, laughing at the face Blaise made.

"You're crazy if you think you're going to win, Hermione." I turned to see Draco smirking at me as he strode over to us. "Hey, Blaise."

"Hey man!" Blaise clapped Draco on the back.

"Anyway," Draco drawled, looking to me again. "I'm going to win, so there's no chance for you, I'm afraid."

"Like hell, Malfoy. Like hell." I rolled me eyes at him, causing him to laugh.

"You're cute when you know I'm right."

"And you'd be cute if you were walking away." I replied, making him smile.

"Fiesty," He whispered. "I like that in a woman."

"Oh, shove it. I'm going to win that office and that vacation, and that's that. So you can go slink off to your little potion lab, now."

"Whoa, guys." Blaise laughed. "The sexual tension between you two is overwhelming."

I blushed like mad at his comment.

"So you think I'm cute?" Draco said sensually. "Great! Just something else to distract you while I win the-"

"I don't think you're cute, and I'm going to win." I growled at him.

He gave a small chuckle and regained his usual smirking, cocky tone.

"How about we make this more interesting?" He suggested.

"What, like a bet?" I said, bewildered.

"Exactly that, Hermione."

I thought about it for a moment. I don't know what possessed me to day this, but in the next moment, the words came bursting out of my mouth. "Name your terms."

"Well, I'll let you go first. I am a gentleman, after all." He kissed my hand for good measure, making me scoff at his antics.

"Alright... If I win..." My voice faded off, until I snapped my fingers in satisfaction at my answer. "If I win, you have to come clean my house every Saturday for the next two months-"

"That's not-"

"-without magic." That silenced him.

We narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, before nodding his head. "Okay, fine. But if I win..."

I thought he was going to say 'you have to go out with me'. But I was horribly, horribly wrong.

"If I win, you have to sleep with me."

My eyes widened. Had I heard him right?

You have to sleep with me.

Oh Merlin... what was I supposed to say? Decline? No. That would just add fuel to the fire that was my interns' jokes. They'd say I was a prude for not agreeing, along with every other doctor that had heard us. Was I supposed to agree? I don't know. I'd only ever had sex six times in my life, all with the same person. And it would be with Malfoy if I lost.

Not that he's not good looking.

Where the bloody hell did that come from?

"You can't honestly be considering this!" Blasie said from beside me. "I mean, don't get me wrong- Draco's my best friend- but this is sex! I was only teasing when I said-"

"You're on," I interrupted Blaise, much to his surprise, and stuck my hand out.

"You surprise me," Draco replied, shaking my hand and pulling me close, his voice dropping down to a whisper. "I look forward to seeing you... hopefully, with less clothes on."

I pulled back and we shook hands, before he winked and turned away, walking out of the room.

"You have no idea what you just did." Blaise said, shaking his head. "This ought to be interesting."

From that first handshake, I realized that I didn't know what I was doing. Not at all. Why had I agreed? Why had I succumbed to his charm for one second, long enough for him to get his claws in me and draw me in? There was no telling how this would end, or who would win. But even though I was mentally berating myself for making the bet with Malfoy, there was one thing I was sure of.

The next two months would be very interesting.


A/N: I have a great feeling about this story. This will be a good one! So... review, guys. If want to see more of Draco (a blessing to the world) then you ought to tell me, because I might trash this one. I have three stories up for adoption, and if they don't get adopted, they will be deleted. And I don't want that to happen. So review, and check out my profile. Thanks! -Nikki a.k.a.- Twipotterfreak28

P.S.- If you want to flame me, that's cool, too. Draco's kind of forward in this story, and without a verbal filter, but that will change once Hermione whips him into shape.