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I sighed and looked over at him, sitting at his desk. Last nights events replaying over and over in my head. His eyes were trained on the paper work he was reading. "Mr.Malfoy." "Yes?" I looked around once more studying the room I was in books strewn across the room on every flat surface. The walls were also covered in them. His large desk in the middle, and a rather large chair that he was sitting in. It looked quite vintage. "How did I get here, and what am I wearing?" His eyes finally left the papers and met mine, slowly letting his eyes drag down my half naked body. "It's my old quidditch shirt. Everything else would have been way too big for you." My breathing hitched in the back of my throat as I noticed I was also wearing a pair of boxers. That I indeed did not attend work wearing yesterday. "What have I done?"
healing internship
