He should feel bad breaking and entering, but he knew she was there. He didn't want to stay away really. He was curious. He also did not want to wait until Tuesday like she had told him to. Draco was surprised he had even made it until Monday. When he saw her fussing with moving the couch, Draco grinned and watched her struggle for a moment before walking up behind her.

"Stop that. Just tell me where you want it."

Jumping, a hand over her heart, she turned. She was almost certain she'd locked the front door. She let her hand drop and took a deep breath before raising an eyebrow at the intruder. "If you grab that end, and I grab this end, I think we can do it together." She bent, putting both hands flat against the couch, looking over at him. "On three?"

On three he helped her heft the couch where she wanted it. Once it was situated, Draco sat on the couch and sprawled out.

"So this is the place. It's nice. Well, not quite yet, but it has potential." Draco smirked. "I was bored today. You need better wards on the front door. I was able to break them no problem. I can look into that for you if you like."

Ginny grabbed the plastic off the ground and balled it against her body before throwing it in the large rubbish bin in the corner. Dusting her hands on her jeans, she crossed the floor, grabbing her wand along the way. "Yes, well, it's a work in progress, and I promise, this room is not the only one." She made a mental note about the wards. She would be having sensitive information within these walls and she wanted to make sure it was secure.

Tossing a look at Draco, she sighed. "So, out of boredom, you decided to break into my new, unopened clinic and remark on it's unopen-ness. Perfect." Shaking her head, she reached up, pulling her hair out of her ponytail. Most of the heavy work was done. Luckily the furniture delivery men, and my what big arms they'd had, had put the rest of the furniture where she'd instructed, so most of the moving was done. Now came the rest.

"When I get bored, I get into trouble. Did you think I was kidding about that?" Draco smirked and draped his arm along the back of the couch before slouching down even more. "How can I help?"

She gave him a look.

"I'm serious. I'll be coming here for my healer needs," he smirked then. "The sooner you have everything as you want it, the better for me. You do realize it's been two whole days since you touched me, right?"

Sighing, she gave him a Gallic shrug. "I was going to do my office next. It's in the back." She'd already stocked the exam rooms with the needed materials, gauze, tongue depressors, cotton balls. She'd toyed with the idea of Dean coming in and taking snaps of how the rooms had looked, new and untouched. For nostalgic sake. Ridiculous, really, but this was the first thing she could call her own. Fred would probably understand the feeling, knowing that you had created this, had made it come into being. It gave her a rush.

She headed through the door to the back rooms, her fingers trailing down the walls on her way, the new paint smooth under the pads of her fingers.

Draco scrambled off the couch and trotted after her. He was making mental notes. He was glad he'd worn his oldest jeans and an old jumper today. He mimicked her, trailing his hands along the wall. He was surprised by her office. It was very nice and looked a bit livable once it was fully set.

"All right... where do you want me?"

Ginny looked thoughtfully around the room. "Hmmm." She had to put all those files in the cabinet. Her lamp needed unpacked. The blinds needed to be put up. She was hungry. Hadn't eaten all morning. There were so many things she still needed to do, but she could already feel herself winding down. "You can help me organize my desk."

She walked over, grabbing the box from the ground and setting it on the top of the desk. It was full of quills, a stapler, and other odds and ends she'd need to have on hand. She looked over at him, grinning. "It's nice, right? Not too much?"

"I think it's just about right," he said, helping her unpack things.

Then he spotted a package of the writing utensils. "Oooo."

He opened them and started fiddling with them before he noticed Ginny was staring at him. "What?"

Shaking her head and smiling, she continued pulling things from the box and putting them in drawers. She supposed he might not have seen a pen before. She had to thank her father for introducing the things to her. They really were much more handy than a quill, not having to lug around a font where ever you went. Ginny was dreadful about not knocking it over. More than a few of her assignments in school had been marred with spots of ink.

Putting the now empty box on the ground, she sat in her chair for the first time, letting out a long breath and she took in her office. Smiling, she rolled forward, hands smoothing the large desk calendar, grabbing another pen from the drawer. "Alright. So, we won't open until the 25th. Would you like to be my first appointment?"

"All right. Quill me in," Draco answered perching on the edge of her desk. "But is five days too long to go? Will it be all right? Is there something I should be doing in the meantime to help out? Or something?"

Ginny sat back in her chair, looking at him as he continued to play with the pen in his hands. "It's only been two days." At his look, she shrugged. "We could try something now and then on the 25th as well, if you'd like." She pushed away from the desk and stood, her fingers running along the wooden top. She turned back to him. "The rooms aren't really ready to be used yet. There are some sterilizing charms that need to be done."

"Who needs a room?" Draco said, surveying her office. "We can do it in here."

Raising an eyebrow, Ginny tossed a look at the couch. Yes, she'd gotten a couch that converted into a bed. She'd gotten it in case she was here late enough that she didn't want to risk apparating home and could just sleep in her office. "Yes. I guess we could do it in here. On the couch. It turns into a bed." Walking over to the yellow piece of furniture, she bent, grabbing one of the legs and pulling, pushing the couch into its bed position.

Draco watched with a smirk. He liked that she had a sofa that converted to a bed in her office. It was an interesting choice. He toed off his shoes and pulled his jumper over his head, leaving him in his tee shirt, before lying on the converted bed. He tucked his hands behind his head and watched her with a grin on his face. Aside from the actual touching and her sexy healer voice, this had to be his favorite part of the healing process - her bustling around and getting ready to do this thing. She had a very intense look on her face when she did this. If there was anything Draco found fascinating it was intensity and passion.

Walking back over to the desk and grabbing her wand off the top, she turned crossing back to where Draco was lounged. She knelt next to him, grabbing his left arm and pulling closer. "This is going to be much like it was last time. I think you know what to expect now." She let her fingers find the lump of scar tissue, just below the bend of his elbow. The skin felt less tight, and she remembered the jolt of electricity that she'd earned last time by doing this.

She felt more at ease, knowing this was working. The fact that she wasn't worrying about what he was and was not wearing probably helped her relax as well. She let the pads of her fingers trace the longest cut, running straight through the snake's body as it emerged from the mouth of the skull. It was the thickest line, the heaviest scar, and even if she healed the skin, the mark would always be skewed. She supposed it made sense, was right in a certain way. She'd been trying not to give too much thought to Draco and their healing. When she did, she tended to get distracted. Being distracted while healing was never a good thing.

Thus the ease to which she concentrated. "I'm going to start now."

Draco nodded. Sexy healer voice time. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He found his mind straying to what knickers she was wearing. He'd have to ask when she was finished. He knew too much about this now to be so rude as to interrupt her while she was working.

He didn't even hear her words. Just the sound of her voice. His arm felt warm, and he felt his skin shift a bit. Draco let out a contented little sigh.

"Deleo." She felt his skin jump beneath her fingers, her grip tightening on him a bit. She ran her thumb over his exposed skin at the bend of his elbow. She continued to concentrate on his arm, the scar tissue beneath her right hand, the skin of his upper arm below her left. Her fingers ran along the scars, feeling the bumps below her fingers.

"Mitigo." She sighed when she felt the magic between their skin again, felt his arm tighten before it slacked, the scars minutely smoother. She opened her eyes. Her right hand was still tracing the scar tissue, but her eyes widened when she realized her left hand had snaked under the arm of his shirt and was gripping his bicep. She pulled her hands away suddenly, setting them in her lap.

Stupid. What is your problem? He's with Blaise. Your new partner? And if that wasn't enough, he's gay.

"Right. Well, I think that's enough for today."

Not by half, but I'll leave it for now. She forgot what was going on and put her hands other places when she was trying to heal him. Draco didn't mind at all. Then she came back to the world and jerked back from him like he'd burned her. Draco smirked at her.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Her stomach growled.

"You hungry then? Let me run off and grab you something, yeah?"

"No. I'm fine. I was just planning on grabbing something and heading back here to work some more. It's fine, really. Thanks for your help." She stood, rubbing her hands on her jeans. The last thing she needed was to smell him on her hands when he was gone. Not with the way her mind was thinking lately. No, that's not what she needed at all.

Her fingers were still thrumming with energy. She rubbed them together at her sides. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Stay here and keep working. Let me be your runner. I'm not doing anything else. You have stuff to do. It's not a big deal. It's not as if I expect you to sleep with me after, all right?"

Open to just about anything? Take whatever he'd give her? Did she hear herself? Draco was smirking as he snatched the pen and some parchment. He flopped into the lounger chair in her office and prepared for her list.

"Food first, I think. It's easier to work without hunger distracting you. So what are you hungry for?"

Ginny swallowed harshly. "I'm not sure anymore."

Sitting in her chair, she pulled herself closer to the desk, setting her hands on top of it, fingers playing with the pen in her hands. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped, holding the pen still on the desk. "What do you suggest?"

"I understand the bakery at Puddifoot's is nice. I like anything baked. Biscuits and bread, love them. I hear there's all sorts of good things there these days. I could get you a sandwich or something."

She nodded, perhaps a little too emphatically than was necessary. "Yes. A sandwich sounds divine. I'm not picky. You can get me anything." She started playing with the pen again, the nervous energy coming out in her hands. "And maybe something to drink. A lemonade?"

Draco nodded, he was in his jumper and shoes and out the door before she could say anything else. Draco bought all kinds of stuff at Madam Puddifoot's and told the witch behind the counter to be sure to send his compliments to the baker after sampling one of the biscuits before leaving. He was walking out with a dozen chocolate chip biscuits, several chicken salad sandwiches made on croissants, some beet crisps, a container of fresh strawberries, and a jug of lemonade. The girl got him a basket to carry things in and gave him a napkin that she said transfigured into a blanket very well.

Draco made his way through Ginny's wards easily again and hurried back to the office.

He walked back in with his second biscuit hanging form his mouth. "Back."

Ginny had managed to calm herself down considerably while he'd been gone. She hurried forward, grabbing some of the things from his arms and setting them down on her desk. "You really didn't have to do this. I should have bought it since you helped me with the setting up." She started unpacking their food, smiling up at him slightly as he chewed on his biscuit. Her eyes darted back to her food when his tongue licked at his lips, catching a few crumbs. "I'll have to call this session a freebie, for the help and the food."

To be honest, she hadn't even thought about billing him. It didn't feel right. He was her first patient, her first patient, and she'd really been the one to suggest their sessions, not him. She'd put herself in this situation. And now she was being bitter and thinking about it as a situation. Stupid. You're his healer. Suck it up. You don't think about your patients without a shirt on.  

"Nonsense," Draco said. "Nothing's ever free. You always pay a price somewhere, somehow."  

He smiled at her, not wanting to ruin things by getting all maudlin. Draco grabbed the napkin and transfigured it, pleased that it went all blanket-y with as much ease as the cashier at Puddifoot's had said it would. He spread it out on the floor and started setting out the food.

"Sit down," he said. "I've got this."

Ginny looked at him setting everything up for a second before sitting, pulling her legs under herself. She reached for the jug, pouring them both glasses of the lemonade. This was slightly odd, having a picnic on the floor of her office in her yet-to-be-opened clinic with Draco Malfoy. Well, more than slightly odd, but she didn't want to kick him out because she was having inappropriate thoughts about him. Inappropriate because he's with Blaise. Your partner. Idiot.

"This looks great. Really. Thank you."

Draco grinned at her. One thing he had learned over the last few years was that sometimes it was the more simple gestures that meant more. He could have afforded to take her to the best restaurant in the world, but she was happy with baked goods on a transfigured blanket. Draco laid out on his side and kept eating the biscuits. He had such a sweet tooth.

"Not even a problem really. All you have to do is ask. I'm excellent at picking up food, so long as I get some." He blinked. "Of the food. Some of the food. I think we've already established that I shouldn't expect to get any out of you for bringing you food."

Ginny laughed the same laugh she had earlier. She stuffed a strawberry in her mouth, brushing at her face with the back of her hand when a trickle of juice ran down her chin. She laughed again, shaking her head. This is it. Enough. This is stopping now. She knew how to make it stop. She pulled up that air of uncaring around herself, the same joking attitude she'd seen Fred adopt so many times. "Yes, well, that's a shame. Really." She reached for a sandwich, taking a bite out of the corner and smiling at him.

"Why? Should I try a little harder then? Because I can, you know." Draco said, snagging a sandwich, "What knickers are you wearing today?"

Ginny sucked in a breath, letting it out slowly. "Yes, because Blaise will love the fact that you're asking me about my knickers. Wouldn't mind it in the least, I'm sure." She took another bite, chewing slowly and raising an eyebrow in his direction. She supposed she should get used to his brand of humor. He would probably be around the clinic quite a bit. She'd have to get over this. Quickly.

Draco answered honestly. "Blaise won't mind as long as I share the details with him." He smirked. "Now stop stalling... which ones are they? Is it a black lace sort of day?"

She snorted. "Yes, because moving furniture and cleaning up after animals just screams black lace." She shook her head, reaching for her lemonade and taking a long drink. "Sorry to disappoint you and your... Blaise... but it's a white cotton sort of day."

She wasn't sure why she was reluctant to call Blaise his boyfriend. It was the proper title and the one that made the most sense. Maybe it was because him not having a boyfriend, whether the fact be fictional or not, made her feel a little better about her fascination with his arms. And lips. Realizing she was staring at said lips, she took another drink of her lemonade, her eyes sweeping the room.

Draco was smirking. He'd never be allowed to get away with even half of this if she didn't think Blaise was his boyfriend.

"If I say that I didn't believe you, could I see them?"

She sputtered, choking on her lemonade. Draco started chuckling and moved to clap her on the back.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm vastly inappropriate most of the time. You'll get used to it. Now... can I see them?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed before she threw herself on her back. She rose her hips off the ground and dug her thumb into the waistband of her jeans. She struggled before pulling the edge of her white cotton knickers above the top of the denim. She tossed him a look. "That enough?"

Hell no. "I like you, Ginny Weasley. Anyone ever tell you that you're a good sport? I'd offer to show you mine, but I'm not wearing any. I could still..." he paused and lifted his jumper and shirt, showing his pale chest. "There. Now we're slightly even, yeah?"

Swallowing, Ginny shook her head. "Um, no. That's not even close to 'slightly even' sir, and I'm actually offended you'd compare my sexy white cotton knickers to your overly pale chest. I think you're more pale than my knickers, actually. How do you do it?"

"It's my moon tan. You don't like it?" He started chuckling as he threw himself on his back and made for the button fly of his jeans. "Fine. Never let it be said Draco Malfoy isn't fair these days."

Scrambling to her feet, Ginny dropped the rest of her sandwich to the blanket. "I was kidding. Really. Kidding." She laughed, shaking her head when it was that same blasted tension-filled bubbly laughter. "I actually have a lot of work that still needs to get done. Really, the meal was great. Filled me right up." She patted her stomach. "Yep, full to the brim. You filled me up- the food filled me up. I'm full. And now I have work. That needs to be done. We open soon, so it needs to be done before we open, because otherwise it would be unsanitary and I'd get turned into the Ministry as a death trap and be condemned." She took a deep breath, her tirade being said on only one lungful of air.

Draco grinned at her. "All right. All right."

He was chuckling. She played hard, but he just played harder. He didn't get flustered by the same things she did.

"I'll straighten this up, leave the food, and get out of your hair, but anytime you want me to feel you up, just say." Bloody hell! He'd just said feel instead of fill! Not that fill was any more innocent in his warped mind, but at least she had not noticed his slip.

"Sure. Yeah." She nodded, grabbing her wand and banishing the leftover food to the rubbish bin. She grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled, struggling with it until Draco rolled off of it. She bunched it up in her arms before stuffing it back in the basket. She shoved the basket into his open arms and started towards the front of the clinic. "I'll show you the way out."

Anyone else would have been offended at the way she was ushering him out. Draco was amused. He let her all but shove him and his basket to the front entrance. When they got there, he quit being cooperative. He turned and leaned against the door frame, smirking.

"See you in a few days," he said softly while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe the two of us and Blaise can have dinner some night. Won't that be fun? Because if you can handle the two of us, you can handle just about anything."

Handle... the two of... oh my gods... "Yes. Maybe I'll cook or something. I'll owl you with a time." She leaned around him and pushed the door open, pulling back and smiling slightly. "Come when we're open. I'll be much more inviting then."

Draco raised a brow. "More inviting? After the knicker viewing? There's more invitation to be had? Excellent. Bet on seeing me then."

He headed off, swinging the basket and whistling.

Ginny shut the door behind him, setting the wards with a flick of her wand. She turned, kicking at the couch before growling in frustration. He is an infuriating, nice chested, pale arsed prat! She walked back to her office, slamming the door. She slashed her wand towards the futon, turning it back into the couch. She'd never, ever, be able to talk about this... this wrong... this... to anyone. Ever.

{SUMMARY} Draco stops by to bother Ginny at Healing Hands before she opens to the public.