Granger's Anatomy

One Shot

Hermione paused outside the gleaming glass doors, taking it all in. This was where she'd be spending most of the next five years of her life. She had worked her ass off at the Hogwarts School of Medicine—studying in the library till late at night, skipping parties, forgoing relationships—all for the chance to get into the prestigious gynecology residency program at St. Mungo's Hospital. And it had paid off. The best part was that she'd be working under her longtime idol, Dr. Bellatrix Black.

Dr. Black, besides being a gifted physician with a stellar success rate, had revolutionized the field of gynecology with her cutting edge research. Hermione had watched all of her talks and informational videos. She was a riveting speaker, the way her eyes sparkled when she truly got going, the red of her lips contrasting with the white of her teeth, and that one dark curl that never stayed behind her ear—okay, so Hermione's interest in Dr. Black wasn't totally professional. But there was no denying that the woman was impressive.

Although her residency didn't start for another week, Hermione wanted to take the time to familiarize herself with the hospital space, and if she ran into Dr. Black and introduced herself, all the better.

Finally pushing her way through the glass doors, Hermione stepped foot into the hospital. Immediately she was enveloped in the hustle and bustle of patients and doctors scurrying along. It was a comforting feeling. Home , she thought.

The large foyer held two glass escalators leading up to the second level, and there was a set of three elevators further inside. Hermione made her way into one of the elevators and pressed the button for the seventh floor, where the gynecology wing was located.

It was a short ride, and the doors slid open to reveal a desk staffed by a man in hospital scrubs. Slightly to the right was a room where a few women sat waiting.

"Can I help you?" asked the man at the front desk. His name tag read 'Harry.'

"Oh, no. I just want to take a look around, if that's alright. I'm going to be a resident here starting next week."

"That's great, welcome! Just make sure to stay out of the patient rooms and you're good."

Hermione nodded and then went off to explore.

After wandering the halls three times with no sign of Dr. Black, she thought it might be time to call it a day. She was disappointed and couldn't resist the urge to linger for a few more minutes in the waiting room. Suddenly, she heard heels clacking. Hermione turned to see Dr. Black approaching from down the hall.

Her first thought: She wears stilettos to work? Her second: Damn, her legs look good in them. Hermione raised her gaze and almost swallowed her tongue. Dr. Black wasn't wearing typical hospital attire, instead clothed in a short black dress with a corseted top. Only when the object of her admiration was a few feet away did Hermione remember about her plan to make introductions.

"Dr. Black, it's so nice to—"

The woman stormed by, her face contorted in anger. "Weasley, you do realize that I'm supposed to be off today, right?"

Hermione hadn't even noticed that the dark-haired man behind the desk had been replaced by a redhead.

"I-I'm sorry, Dr. Black," he stuttered. "It's just that we're a doctor down since Malfoy got the flu and we're really falling behind schedule."

"Just give me the next patient chart," she snarled.

The man called Weasley jumped at her tone and cautiously passed over a clipboard.

Dr. Black turned to the waiting room patients and called loudly, "Lovegood." When there was no response, her irritation seemed to grow. "Luna Lovegood?"