"Arry, it will hurt only for a moment. Don't be afraid, it's because I want the best for you."
With tears in his eyes and cheeks reddened in defiance, he pulls his blanket back over his exposed lower body. "Never. I will fight you and that stabby abomination you call a medical tool. I won't have it anywhere near me."
A huff escapes her and she retreat back on the bed with an audible 'plop'. "Listen, Arry. If you let me prick you and thus heal you..."
The obvious taunt of a trade of favours was impossible to ignore and thus he allowed his blanket to lower down from his face. "Yes?"
Smirking to her successful move, she bit her lip. "Then I will return the favour and let you prick me."
Silence.
Awkward silence.
Very pregnant silence.
"Arry?" She calls, worried that he may have not heard her offer. "Did you hear what I said?"
"Nurse Delacour," he announced bitterly. "I don't know how you can dare look at yourself in the mirror everyday but your fascination with needles..." He shudders visibly. "It's not what I'm looking for in a woman."
Fleur's face turns ashen and drops the syringe on the floor, where it cracks and is forever destroyed.
"Fleur? Why are you dressed up like a dentist?" "I just saw Little Shop of Horrors, 'arry."
Harry bolts out of the room with Fleur in hot pursuit.
"It won't 'urt, I promise! I just want to be a dentist!"
Hermione and Ron just arrived through the Floo. Hearing the last part what Fleur said, Hermione turns to Ron and smiles sweetly.
A feeling of dread tears through his spine as Ron asks Hermione, "What's a dentist?"
Hermione smiles slowly, "Come, I'll show you."
Later that night...
Both Hermione and Fleur can be heard singing,
"She said, "I think someday You'll find a way To make your natural tendencies pay You'll be a dentist You have a talent for causin' things pain Be a dentist People will pay you to be inhumane Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood And teaching would suit you still less Be a dentist You'll be a success"
Both Harry and Ron: "NNNOOOOO!"