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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. 16th, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
Draco lay back against the head board and waved off Harry's last comment. "If I die from lack of a decent ciggy, it'll be on your head Potter."
May. 17th, 2007 02:13 pm (UTC)
About two hours later, Harry came back. Feeling exhausted, he slumped on the chair. With a wave of his wand, he cast a couple of privacy charms on the door.

"You'll be out in a week," he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a packet of cigarrettes. "They say you have to conclude your treatment first." Harry then placed a cigarrette on his lips and threw the packet to Draco.
May. 17th, 2007 06:07 pm (UTC)
"Treatment? What the fuck could the possible treat me for?" he asked angrily pulling out a smoke. "Lighter Potter? Or do you expect me to light this with my special telekinetic powers?"
May. 17th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
Harry lit his cigarrette with the tip of his wand, and wordlessly leaned in to do the same to Draco's. He took a long drag and then tilted his head back to let out the smoke. "Kinda difficult, to light a cig with telekinetics," he commented offhandedly.
May. 17th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
"What can I say, I'm special." Draco snickered and took a deep drag. "Didn't know you smoked Potter, kind of dampens our Golden Boy image."
May. 17th, 2007 06:43 pm (UTC)
Harry snorted. "Well, it's actually everyone else's mistake if they think I'm 'pure' and 'innocent' and, as I've heard recently, 'a virgin'." He chuckled, taking another drag. "And I smoke only occasionally." Clucking his tongue, "It's a pity that Theo has died. He had great joints."
May. 17th, 2007 06:46 pm (UTC)
Draco raised an eyebrow at that, frowning. "Theo's dead? When? How?" he asked upset. At one time in their life, he and Theo had been best friends and almost like brothers. Hogwarts and the Dark Lord screwed up their relationship and now, now there was no rekindling it; no going back to the way things were.
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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