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May. 4th, 2007

{Who} Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
{Where} St. Mungo's
{When} after this

Harry opened his eyes and groaned. It felt like his skull was split open! He grabbed his head - it was bandaged, he noticed - as he sat up in bed carefully. But - this wasn't his bed. Then everything came rushing back.

A doctor came in a few minutes later. "Mr. Potter, my name is Dr. Merton. I assure you that Mr. Malfoy's situation is being taken care of," he said when he saw him opening his mouth. "We don't understand what has happened with the straps, they weren't supposed to come undone."

Harry raised a hand, effectively silencing the doctor. "What do you mean, being taken care of?" he asked carefully. He was boiling inside, but the pain was dulling all the rest. "He didn't do anything. I sat down next to him on the bed and fell down. Simple as that."

Dr. Merton wasn't convinced that easily. And then explained that Draco was once again drugged and strapped down.

"Listen, Doctor, I don't care what you all think! I know him better than anyone in this Hospital! He's not dangerous!! And I demand to be taken there," Harry exclaimed, and winced.

It took some convincing, but being the Boy-Who-Lived had a few ups.

Half an hour later he was on a wheelchair, at the door to Draco's room. "I want him unstrapped and conscious. I don't care," he repeated again in a singsong voice as the nurse opened her mouth, "what you have to do, but I want it done now."

The nurse pursed her lips, but as she had been instructed to do everything Harry Potter said, complied. She stuck a needle in Malfoy's arm, and undid the straps.

"Good." Harry smiled at her thinly. "You can leave now."

As she got out, closing the door behind her, Harry saw Draco beginning to stir. He rolled the wheelchair closer to the bed and waited.


May. 17th, 2007 07:06 pm (UTC)
Harry winced. He had forgotten Draco didn't know about it. "It was just after the end of school. He... he commited suicide," he said, frowning sadly. "Nobody knows why exactly, but I suspect it had something to do with Voldemort." He sighed, and finished the cigarrette. "Doesn't it always?" Harry asked as an afterthought, eyeing the blond.
May. 17th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
He committed suicide. Harry's words played in head like a broken record. He couldn't help but finger the scars running along his wrists and wonder if Theo had been a braver man.

Making a noncommittal noise to Harry's last comment, he sat back and just smoked, watching the puffs of smoke pool in the air like ghostly wisps.

When his voice finally came back to him he said quietly, "You should probably get going Potter, I'm sure your people are wondering where you are."
May. 17th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately, Harry's sharp eyes didn't miss Draco's gesture. He swallowed painfully around the tightening in his throat, but stayed silent, eyes downcast. He couldn't help but finger the dragon pendant.

At Draco's words, he opened his mouth to protest. But... If I ask you to leave me alone, you do, he remembered. Sighing, he got to his feet, and took something out of his pocket. "If you need anything, this is my mobile number," he handed Draco his card.

He took a step back, ready to leave. But he still had an object in his closed hand. "Draco... I believe this is yours. Do what you want with it," he said quickly in what he hoped that was a fairly indifferent voice, and tossed him the ring - the one he had given Draco more than a year ago.

With a quick nod, he uncharmed the door and left before he could see the blond's reaction.
May. 17th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
Draco stared at the mobile number in bewilderment, what was he supposed to do with this? He didn't have a phone he could use, he barely knew what a mobile was to begin with. Perry had one, but he never let Draco touch it and Draco never really wanted to, to begin with. Who would he have called anyways?

He was startled when Harry tossed something else at him, something gold that glittered under the harsh St. Mungo's light. It was the ring Harry had given him. Oh Harry, he thought sadly. Don't do this to yourself.

Sliding back down the bed, he lit another cigarette and smoke thoughtfully, staring at the ring in his hand.


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