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Summary: FFA Minis #90 (Lilah/Lex) #461 (Dawn/Hermione)

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Title: Toothache
Author: Jenmar
Rating: PG (one swear)
Pairing: Dawn/Hermione FFA #461
Disclaimer: Dawn is Whedon’s et al; Hermione is Rowling’s etc. They aren’t mine. No money being made, or copyright infringement intended.

“It hurts Buffy.” Dawn whined just a little louder than five minutes ago and continued to press her hand against the side of her mouth.

“I know Dawnie. We’re almost there, I promise.” Buffy looked at her younger sister’s bright blue eyes filled with unshed tears before turning her attention to the driver in the front seat. “Are we taking the scenic route there? How long can it take to get to this place?”

“We’re almost there miss.” Buffy didn’t miss the muttered “Thank God” under the driver’s breath and narrowed her eyes in response. The cab pulling to the side of the road cut off any further response. Dawn got out and entered the building while Buffy paid the driver.

“Can I help you?” A crisp, accented voice asked Dawn as she approached the counter. Dawn reached the counter and saw a girl about her age with bushy brown hair and brown eyes sitting at attention at the desk behind the counter. She wore a little name badge that said Hermione.

“I’m supposed to see Dr. Granger. Toothache.” The last came out with a bit of a whine.

“Which one?” The girl replied looking down at the schedule in front of her.

“I don’t know, left side, near the back.”

“Pardon?” She looked up at Dawn.

“My toothache. Left side, near the back.”

“No. Sorry, I meant which Dr. Granger?”

“The dentist one.”

“They’re both dentists.”

Dawn huffed in growing annoyance and watched as the girl narrowed her eyes slightly. “Look. At this point, I’m in so much pain, I don’t care if a Martesh looked at it. Just give me a damn dentist.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly. “What did you say your name was?”

“Dawn Summers.”

She checked the schedule again. “Right. There you are. Please have a seat. Someone will be right with you.”

Dawn turned to sit in one of the seats when Buffy entered the clinic. They sat talking quietly for about five minutes when Dawn heard her name being called. “Miss Summers?”

Dawn looked up at the young woman behind the desk. “You can follow the nurse behind that door.” She indicated the door to the right of the desk. As Dawn passed by, she heard the girl mutter to herself, “Weird Americans. Why anyone would want a Martesh demon near their mouth is beyond me. Nasty, distasteful things.”

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