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Tom had just finished his healer training and returned to Hogwarts to get some practical training from the person that inspired him to become a healer. He had a rough childhood and then Dumbledore didn’t trust him throughout his whole time at the school.
He didn’t deserve the reputation that he had received and all the other students listened to the Professor so had been an outcast. Only Madam Pomfrey would talk to him out of the staff and Minerva McGonagall out of his fellow students. She was a beauty and now he had the opportunity to get to know her more as she had also returned as staff.
She was currently working under Dumbledore and was the Quidditch Coach. Every game he would go and watch just to see her in her element. He had always enjoyed watching her play as a student and it was even better now as adults. She had grace even in the air.
She was coaching at the moment and he was watching her from the window of the Hospital Wing. When the bludger hit her from behind, he rushed down through the school and out to the Pitch.
As he reached the Pitch; a student came running out towards the castle.
“Healer Riddle! I was just coming to find you or Madam Pomfrey. There’s been an accident, it’s Coach McGonagall sir,” the student said, already seeming out of breath.
“I saw, now take me to her,” Tom said.
Following the young Hufflepuff, he saw Minerva lying unconscious on the ground. Her leg was clearly broken and several dislocations but she was still breathing. He could work with that.
Stabilising her quickly he then got the help of the students to levitate her up to the Hospital Wing.
Placing her on the bed closest to his office, he let the students go and went and got all of the potions he would need. This was going to be a long night.
He decided to give her a pain potion first and then work on the dislocations before moving on to the broken bones. He would probably need Skele Gro for those anyway.
Sitting her up slightly, he poured the potion down her throat and watched as the grimace that was marring her face disappeared.
“Episkey,” he said over her shoulder dislocation and making sure that it set right.
He moved over her and slowly performed the Episkey spell over two hours ensuring that he scanned her every few casts of the spell to find the rest of the dislocations.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally done with the dislocations and could start to work on the broken bones.
Next he grabbed a bottle of Skele Gro and poured some down her throat before splinting all of the fractures he found so she didn’t displace them when she awoke.
He stayed by her bed all night so that he could deliver the potion right on the hour.
As the sun began to rise above the skyline, she stirred and looked up at him.
“What happened?” She groaned through the pain.
“You were hit from behind by a Bludger and fell at least a hundred feet. You had several dislocations and broken bones. Are you in any pain?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Here,” Tom said, grabbing the pain potion and giving her some more. He couldn’t meet her eyes, he was too nervous around her.
“Thank you,” Minerva said, sitting up smiling at the shy healer. He had always been shy around her. It had gotten worse the older they had gotten and she always wondered whether he felt the same way as her.
Then she thought her chance was over when they left school and went their separate ways. And then they both got the jobs at Hogwarts and were back together. Now was her shot. Just the two of them alone in the Hospital Wing.
“Tom, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?” Minerva asked.
“Oh sure, I have to chaperone the trip as well so we may as well go together,” Tom stuttered.
“That is not what I meant, I want to go this weekend before the trip. Without the students,” Minerva added when he still looked confused, “Just us. On a date.”
“Oh, sure, that would be nice,” Tom said, smiling at her, “You should definitely be healed by then.”
“Especially if you give me some private attention back in my quarters,” Minerva said, boldly.
“We can do that too,” Tom replied.
Minerva smirked. She had finally done it.