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Saturday Number One

Draco woke up, his silver eyes fluttering against the blinding sunlight that seeped through his windows. He frowned, realising that his mother must have been in his room because he never slept with his curtains open. He rolled his eyes at his mother's antics.

Narcissa Malfoy was getting old—though not necessarily any less beautiful. She constantly fussed about Draco, desperately clinging onto her only child, refusing for him to grow up. She'd coddle him every chance she'd get: open his curtains, fix his tie, fuss over his breakfast.

Draco now strode out of his bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He had just pulled up his pants when there was a knock on the door.

"Draco, are you awake?"

"Yes, mother," Draco answered dutifully and once again rolled his eyes at the woman.

"Can I come in?" Narcissa asked already turning the knob the same time Draco pulled on his top.

"No, but you're going to anyway," Draco said as he kissed his mother good morning on the forehead.

"You're going out today?"

"I work"

"Even on Saturdays?"

"I'm a healer, mother. We don't get weekends off."

It was true. The Death eater had become a healer over the course of six years. He kept his head down and worked hard and soon people started tolerating his presence—only a few accepted it. Sure people respected him now as a healer but he knew that they only did that out of fear—they didn't really respect him, they were just scared that one day they might need his services and he won't give it.

Narcissa nodded, "Oh, I just thought we could spend the day together"

Draco sighed, "I said no, mother"

The Malfoy matriarch's smiled sadly "Well, breakfast is on the table. It's your favorite. I made it myself, I hope it still tastes good. I haven't been around the kitchen in a while"

The Slytherin groaned, "Mother, for the last time I'm twenty-three. You don't have to wake up to make me breakfast"

He had been dying to move out but before he could even do that his mother would come up with some way to make him feel horrible about his decision to do so.

Narcissa huffed and turned to go, "Well your father isn't complaining"

Draco laughed softly at her retreating figure, "Well, since you offered…"

xxx

Breakfast was delicious though the Slytherin could not say the same about his "patient" right now. In his office sat Harry Potter: savior of the Wizarding world. There was nothing wrong with him, Draco just hated seeing him, although, lately Potter was becoming a permanent fixture in his life—unfortunately.

"Ah, Potter. Come to get your uterus checked?" Draco said as he strode in plopping his suitcase on his desk and taking a seat behind it.

"Do you greet all your patients that way?"

"Well, I do work in a maternity ward. Now please, end both our agonies and just tell me what you want"

Harry's pursed his lips into a straight line, clearly biting back the next rude words that would come out of his mouth, "As much as I'd hate to say it, I need your help"

Draco smirked and Harry didn't need for him to speak to know the small victory the Slytherin was feeling.

"Look, I wouldn't be here if Pansy didn't talk me into coming. Of all the healers in the world, she wants you"

"After all these years, eh?"

"Please don't give me a reason to hex you. I'm Head Auror if you haven't already forgotten it. I'll hex you and get away with it"

"Touchy, are we? You Potter, should learn how to take a joke. I have no desire whatsoever to get with your wife"

"So are you going to help me or not?"

"No, I don't think that I will."

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was that it didn't feel right to be the one to deliver that baby—the boy-who-lived's offspring. So it had been selfish of him to refuse Pansy's—one of his truest best friend's, only request. But he was known to be selfish anyway why should this matter any greater.

The war hero nodded stiffly and stood up, "You know Malfoy, this would really mean a lot her"

Draco waved his hand dismissively as Harry walked towards the door.

The healer watched Potter disappear beyond the doorway to his office. Why on earth Pansy decided to marry that wanker was beyond him. But he guessed things changed and people change. He couldn't really blame her for seeking her bit of happiness in the messy world the war left them in. He went on to become a Healer—the complete opposite of his bleak Death eater future, and Pansy went on to become Mrs. Potter.

Someone rapped on his door, "Malfoy? You going out to lunch?"

The ex-death eater sighed. It was common knowledge in St. Mungo's that Draco Malfoy took his lunch outside the hospital. In fact he was one of the very few who still did that given the time constraint but Draco refused to eat in the same place where he sees people die on a daily basis. When the staff picked up on his eating behaviors the used it to their advantage: Malfoy pick this up, Malfoy could you deliver this, Malfoy swing by the apothecary—it was also basic knowledge that the Malfoy's owned the apothecary.

"What is it this time?" the Healer groaned

His colleague smiled sheepishly, "Just a couple of ingredients from the apothecary. I wouldn't ask you if I really didn't need the help. But I have shift soon and since you're going out…"

"Give it here," Draco sighed as he signaled for the list

"I owe you one"

"You always say that and I have yet to receive any favors from you"

"Oh you'll think of something you'll want from me," the healer wiggled his eyebrows at the Malfoy

"Are you hitting on me, Johnson?"

"I have a wife, thank you very much"

"Yes, unfortunately. Everyone seems to have a wife these days"

"You should get one"

"You sound like my mother"

xxx

After attending to three actual patients Draco grabbed his coat and set of to Diagon Alley for his solitary lunch. Occasionally Abbot would join him if she found the time to but on most days he sat at Rosa Lee Teabag's alone. The café's door opened to a bell's jingle and Draco took his usual seat by the window.

He smiled at the waitress and she was only too willing to serve him his regular of smoked salmon on bagel and tea. He could almost hear his mother's voice scolding him on how unhealthy he was eating. He was about to lean in to take another bite of his bagel when a flash of red appeared before him and a woman took a seat in front of him.

"Do you lot pride yourselves for appearing where you're not wanted?" Draco asked quite pleasantly

The red-head scowled at the Slytherin, "Look Malfoy, I went to your office and they told me that you would be here. I need your help"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her, "Weasley, I'm on my lunch break. St. Mungo's is crawling with healers. I'm sure one of them can assist you"

The youngest Weasley replied quite fiercely, "No they can't"

"What is it then?"

The red-head squirmed in her seat, "Well, that's…"

Draco studied the girl in front him. Ginny Weasley had become a remarkable woman. She was one of he strongest witches to graduate from Hogwarts, she played professional Quidditch and now she's even thinking of becoming a Quidditch correspondent. In fact, the only time she had ever disappointed her parents was when she didn't get married to Harry Potter.

There was a point wherein she once loved Harry but the more they stayed together the more she doubted her feelings. In the end their young love faded out and they went their separate ways. Both were heart broken but both understood that they couldn't force themselves to love each other just because they thought that they should.

"You have cancer" Draco spoke casually

Ginny flinched, she barely even felt if the Slytherin had cast a charm on her, "How…?"

"I'm a healer"

The Gryffindor refused to meet his eyes. It was humiliating for her having to look weak in front of enemy and having to bow down to him. But she had to because he was her best chance at living. It was two months ago that she saw the article about Draco Malfoy being the first healer to find a cure for wizard's cancer. His first patient had been his mother.

"I'm sorry, Weasley but I can't help you"

"But-!"

Draco stood up to leave, "I can't. I work at the maternity ward. You're best off asking for help in the fatal diseases section."

He walked away from the red-head leaving her staring after him. The death eater sighed as he weaved his way towards the apothecary. He couldn't understand why all of the sudden everyone was seeking out his help as if he was the last healer on earth.

For the last six years he had carried on alone. He didn't do favors for people and they didn't do favors for him. People called him selfish and heartless but he didn't mind. He didn't want to be burdened that somewhere out there he owed a person or that person owed him something.

It was bad enough that people were stepping around him, the death eater extraordinaire, but to have them treat him nicely because they felt they owe him something made him feel worse about himself—as if that was the only reason anyone could ever like him. Not that he particularly cared.

Draco paid for the ingredients and headed back down to the Leaky Cauldron to floo back to work. He was really late but he didn't care, his mind was clouded with Potter and Weasley. It really puzzled him as to why they had both come to him on the same day.

He was brought back into reality when deafening screams surrounded him. He look up from his deep thoughts and someone screamed, "look out!" He saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes on the witch standing by the doorway of Flourish and Blotts gaping at him in horror. Then his end came at 2:15 pm as a loose piece of roofing from the bookstore came down towards him.

A/N: The plot of this was inspired by the movie Groundhog Day. Well, just by the time aspect actually on how he was stuck reliving the same day, everyday.