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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. 9th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
Draco snorted in derision, "He made his bed, and so did the Weasellete come to think of it." He'd never be able to forgive Blaise, nor would he ever forget how is supposed long time friend, had left him to the Death Eaters and never tried to help him. "Did the Weasel genes get passed onto the twins? They both ginger to the core?"
May. 9th, 2007 07:05 am (UTC)
"One of them has, the other doesn't," Harry said. "Damn, I haven't seen them in forever, my beautiful nephews," he thought aloud, smiling.

Then he lost the smile. "Draco, I have to tell you something... There's someone else who has also joined - or is about to, anyway - the Death Eaters..."
May. 9th, 2007 07:08 am (UTC)
"Granger?" he snarked. "Always knew that goody-goody mudblood would go bad."
May. 9th, 2007 01:52 pm (UTC)
Harry frowned. "Not, I'm not talking about Hermione - and please, don't call her that."

He sighed, not sure how to say it. "It's... it's Pansy, Draco. And she's engaged to Andrew Rosier." Watching the blond, he stroked his scar. He knew this, of course, because of his scar and the visions he still had.
May. 9th, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC)
Draco stared at Harry dumbfounded. "You're lying! Pansy would never- Rosier is- you're lying! Get out!" he shouted. He couldn't believe Potter would lie about something like this. Not Pansy, he thought wildly. </i>Not true!</i>
May. 9th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
"It's not a lie, unfortunately," Harry sighed. "Draco, you know I have visions. And it feels... different, when they're not true." He shook his head, eyes closed. "Unfortunately, this was not a fake vision."

"About the engagement, well, it seems like someone was invited, as a special guest, to the marriage." He stroked his scar once more, wincing.

Then he pulled the chair closer to Draco, jaw set. "Do you really want me to leave? Just say the word and I'll go." It pained him more than anything to say those words - but if that was what Draco wanted, he would do it.
May. 10th, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
"But she hates the Death Eaters! What you're telling me doesn't make sense!" Draco argued. "You can't be telling the truth," he stated, though it was clear he was uncertain. "None of this makes sense."

Draco sat and stared at the Golden Boy, deep in thought. What been happening while I've been gone? he silently wondered. "You said you have an invite to the wedding?"
May. 10th, 2007 10:24 pm (UTC)
Harry chuckled darkly. "No, not me. Voldemort was, though."

He swallowed as he wobbled again and sat back down. He hoped Draco's silence meant he should stay. "I'm not lying," he said again, not knowing if it made any difference.
May. 10th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Finally noticing the way Harry was sway, Draco asked, "You feeling alright Potter?"
May. 10th, 2007 10:36 pm (UTC)
Harry nodded, "I'm fine. The question should be, are you okay?" He was more worried about the impact the informations might be having on Draco than with himself. It would pass. Draco, on the other hand, he was not so sure.
May. 10th, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC)
Draco rolled his eyes and fell back onto his pillows, "I'm fine Potter, but they way you can hardly stand and your constant fondling of your scar, says anything but."
May. 10th, 2007 10:52 pm (UTC)
He shrugged. "Yes, well, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." He crossed his legs at the ankles. "My head's hurting a bit, and you know how my scar is."

"It doesn't matter." He shook his head dismissively and changed the subject. "Draco, I... I can try to make Pansy come here, if you want," he offered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
May. 10th, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)
"What good will I do," he grumbled. "She won't listen to me."
May. 10th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Harry placed his hand over Draco's tentatively. "She's your best friend. You can talk - you haven't seen each other in over a year..." He bit his lip. "And... I'm not sure she's in that by choice," he said slowly.
May. 10th, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
"Not many people join the Dark Lord by choice Potter," Draco snarked.

"Do you know when the wedding is?"
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