Draco was rudely shaken awake. He reached for his wand, ready to curse whom so ever disturbed his sleep. He blinked against the light and saw Harry’s worried face. He felt his blood run icy as the rest disappeared from his mind.
“Harry? What’s happened?” He sat up in bed, noticing for the first time that Harry was dressed.
“I’ve got to go to Ginny’s, something’s happened to Orion.”
“She sent her Patronus, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Oh no!” Draco said as he threw the bed covers off.
“What?” Harry asked.
“You’re not going without me!”
“Draco, it’s late or early, you go back to sleep.” Harry implored as Draco started to dress.
“And you think that now you’ve disturbed my sleep I’ll be able to just drift off again?” He replied sarcastically.
“You won’t have time for a shower,” Harry said, and Draco could hear the stress in his words.
“I’m borrowing your disgusting muggle hoodie!” Draco felt better just for being surrounded by the patchouli and honey smell. “I’ll wash once I can remove the thing from my body.”
Draco looked at Harry and offered a small smile, Harry smiled back, before the nervous look reappeared on his face. “Come on, I’m ready.”
Harry reached his hand out, and Draco took it with a loving squeeze.
The pulling sensation paled into insignificance over the dread he felt in his gut as they apparated into a dark and empty hallway.
He could hear Ginny’s voice from upstairs and watched as Harry raced towards it. Draco took a deep breath before following him up. Light flooded the hall from a single open door which Draco assumed was the bathroom. Harry had knelt in the doorway, and Draco knew things were bad. Draco felt his footsteps slow as he neared Harry’s back and the door.
Draco didn’t see Orion straight away, all he could see was Harry and Ginny kneeling over something on the floor. It was only then that Draco noticed the extra set of legs sprawled out on the floor, twitching.
“He only came back about fifteen minutes ago. The night bus dropped him off” Ginny said, her voice higher pitched than Draco had ever heard her.
“Was anyone with him?” Harry asked calmly. Ginny shook her head. “Oh Merlin, he’s choking!” She cried.
“I need a bezoar,” Harry said looking up urgently at Ginny.
“Erm, I think we have one, in our room.” She said shakily. Harry didn’t waste time before whipping out his wand.
“Accio bezoar” Draco turned around in time to avoid the small stony object rush to Harry’s open hand. He twisted to get better purchase, meaning Draco could see clearly what was going on. Orion lay sprawled on the floor, his body twitching and jerking as foam began to ooze from his mouth. Harry opened his mouth and pushed the bezoar in, holding Orion’s mouth shut. “We need to roll him over,”
Between them, they tried to roll Orion onto his side but couldn’t get purchase on him. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed.
“Wingardium leviosa” Orion’s body lifted from the floor allowing them to turn his over.
Ginny looked up at this point, seeing Draco for the first time. She nodded her head before her attention drew back to Orion.
“There! I think he’s stable, but whatever he’s had isn’t out of his system yet. He’ll need to go to St Mungo’s, Gin!” Harry said gravely. “Did you call Ron?”
“No,” She said quietly. “They’ve been having difficulty sleeping enough as it is with Edward and Ron’s work. I immediately thought of you.” She said a small blush coming to her cheeks. “I’m sorry for getting you both out of bed” Draco saw tears coming to her eyes as Harry pulled her close.
“Shush, don’t worry, send a message to Ron to meet us at St Mungo’s,” Harry said before letting her go.
“Go on, we’ll watch him, go and get ready,” Draco said looking down at the floating man. Warm arms embraced him drawing his eyes away from Orion. Ginny held him briefly before letting him go.
“Thank you, Draco.” She stepped away towards her room before pausing “And the muggle look suits you, by the way.” She smiled a ghost of a smile before disappearing into another room and closed the door. Draco turned to Harry who wasn’t paying attention. His eyes all for Orion’s floating body.
“What happened?” Draco asked nervously. “Will he be alright?”
“I’m not sure.” Harry said after a moment’s hesitation before looking up warily at Draco “We need to get him to St Mungo’s quickly. If we do, we might be able to get a few answers.” Harry muttered, more to himself, his jaw gritted into a fine line.
Draco nodded as he watched the man levitating. He looked away, seeing someone in such a vulnerable moment made him feel awkward.
“So, I gather you don’t believe he just overdid it with George and the others?”
Harry glanced at Orion and shook his head.
“No! No, I don’t!” He said firmly.
Draco had always hated St Mungo’s, even as a child. There was always a smell which hung in the air, a sickly-sweet smell which always made him think of death and decay. Looking around, the walls hadn’t changed at all since his last stay. He shivered at the thought, pushing his fingers through his hair, half expecting it to come back orange.
He leant back in the chair and looked around the rest of the waiting room. If he were there under any other circumstances, he’d have laughed. The waiting room looked like a Weasley family reunion as only a small handful of people had anything other than ginger hair. Molly and Arthur had appeared along with Percy and a guilty-looking George. Lee, Wood and Blaise had also arrived, all looking bleary-eyed and worse for wear. Harry and Ron were in the room with Ginny and the healers awaiting news.
Draco took a deep breath and concentrated on looking his aloof and ambivalent best to hide just how tired he felt. He looked at the sizeable looking clock on the wall which announced that it had only just turned five. His eyes screamed at him, desperately wanting to close but he fought it by standing. The sudden movement seemed to rouse everyone in the room, thinking that there was some news. He offered a tired smile as he nodded his head.
“I’m in need of coffee, would anyone like me to get them anything?” He looked around, and most people nodded, asking for various types of coffee. He made a mental note and turned to go.
“Draco, wait!” He turned to find Blaise jogging towards him. “I’ll come with you” Draco held the door open as the model strolled through.
The door closed behind them with a deadened thump leaving them silent in the hallway beyond. They looked at each other for a second before continuing to walk. Draco could feel the weight of Blaise’s presence and silently resented him. He didn’t blame him directly, however, he had been out with Orion when it had all happened. He bit his tongue though as he tried to remember where the tea rooms were.
It wasn’t until they had found level five that Blaise opened his mouth to talk. Draco felt his muscles tense not ready for a deep and meaningful discussion.
“I should have watched him more closely!” He admitted, and Draco felt his control slip as his mouth gapped of its own accord. Blaise looked up at him and then back down to the floor “There was plenty of talent at the club, and I got distracted.” Draco closed his mouth as he regained his composure. Blaise getting distracted by a girl sounded about right. They pushed through the doors into the small tea room.
The room was yellow with duck egg blue tiles and exposed oak, and even though Draco didn’t think the colours worked well, it was a lovely & quaint tea room. A vast cabinet of cakes filled the far wall showcasing their extensive range. The counter hosted tall stools, like a bar, so that patrons could sit and be waited on by the counter staff. Draco grabbed a tray and began filling it with mugs of coffee, including a large black coffee for himself and a large mug of tea for Harry. He felt the weight of Blaise’s gaze on his shoulders but ignored him. Finally, when all the mugs had been filled, Draco levitated the tray to the cakes. He knew that most of the Weasleys had sweet teeth however it was breakfast. His eyes landed on a large, rich-looking chocolate cake but decided against it. He looked around at the counter and found the breakfast menu,
“What do you want?” Came a squeaky grumble from behind the counter. Draco gazed down and noted a grumpy looking goblin in a red polka dot dress and apron.
“Ten bacon sandwiches please,” Draco asked before turning to Blaise, “And you?” Blaise shrugged. Draco turned back to the goblin, “Sorry, could you make that eleven please.”
“Eleven Bacon sandwiches?” The goblin squeaked in outrage, her pink, waxy skin flushing with irritation as she turned to make the food, muttering obscenities as she went.
Draco sat at one of the stools and waited for Blaise to sit next to him. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Blaise perched himself on the edge, his eyes still locked intently on Draco.
“Are you going to say anything?” He asked finally as Draco took a sip of his coffee.
“Like what?” Draco asked without looking at him.
“Like, I was irresponsible? Like, it’s all my fault?”
“Not all my fault, I wasn’t the only one there.”
“Then why should I waste my breath? Sounds like you’ve scolded yourself enough!” Draco shrugged as he felt the hot bitterness fill his bones. He closed his eyes as he tried to rally against the need to sleep.
“Blaise, I don’t know what you want from me!” Draco sighed “I almost certain that no one blames you for last night. What more do you want from me?”
“I’m not sure.” Blaise paused “I just- I don’t know. I feel uneasy here. Most of Mother’s husbands ended up here over the years.” Draco nodded knowingly.
“I hate hospitals too,” Draco said quietly closing his eyes. There was a long pause, and Draco felt pulled out of sleep and knew he had dozed off.
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” Blaise asked quietly. “Maybe he just overdid it. There’s no reason for it to be something more sinister, is there?”
“Time will tell” Draco replied quietly.
That was another thing he hated about hospitals, the waiting and uncertainty. It didn’t matter whether you were here as a patient or as a visitor, you always seemed to be waiting on something.
“I see you’re still not a morning person!” Blaise snorted. “How much sleep did you get?”
“Not in the slightest” Draco replied. “Maybe three hours if we were lucky”
“So, Harry enjoyed the Armagnac then?” Draco smiled briefly, even the coffee couldn’t fully awaken his sense of humour.
“It would appear so” He nodded when he heard a squeaky croak from behind the counter.
“Here are your eleven bacon sandwiches, do you want anything else?” Came the rude goblins remark as eleven plates floated up to him.
“And these drinks please,” Draco said waving at the hovering tray. “Oh, and a slice of chocolate cake.”
The goblin tutted grumpily as she counted the total, glancing at him angrily as if he had personally ruined her day.
“That will be 3 galleons and 34 sickles?” Draco grabbed his money from his pocket and placed it onto the goblins waiting hand as he nodded thanks. Blaise took the sandwiches silently as Draco levitated a slice of the almost-black chocolate cake onto a plate and onto the tray with the drinks.
Blaise laughed at him, but he didn’t care, He was almost done with the day as it was.
The journey back to the waiting room was almost as silent as the journey to the tea rooms had been. Draco was just about to open the door when Blaise made a noise. Draco turned around to look at him, his eyebrow already raised in a question.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to go back in there” Blaise cleared his throat. He looked as uncomfortable with the whole situation as he had ever seen him. Draco studied his face wondering whether to be his cold self, as he would have been or to be kinder. He took a deep breath.
“Me neither,” He said honestly. Blaise looked up at that comment, his face wary and inquisitive.
“Extraordinary! He has really done a number on you, hasn’t he?”
“Who? What do you mean?” Draco asked, ready to be offended. Blaise smiled softly
“Harry, of course!” He replied, shifting the sandwiches in his hands.
“What makes you say that?”
“The dog star is still visible in the sky, and you are sharing your feelings. That is not the Malfoy I went to school with!” He snorted. “It must be love!”
Draco paused for a moment not sure what to say. Had he changed that drastically. He didn’t feel like he had, not since before he and Harry had gotten together, but maybe he had.
“I would just call it growing up. We’ve not been in contact for years, Blaise. Things have changed.”
“So, it’s not love, then?”
“Why so interested?” Draco asked, his eyes narrowing “Anyone would think you were snooping around for an interview!” Blaise smiled in a noncommittal way as he shrugged. “If I find any of this gracing the pages of any publication, I can assure you, you will beg for the cruciatus curse when I am through with you!” Draco growled as he yanked open the door.
“And there is the Malfoy we all know and love” He heard Blaise chuckle as he walked into the room. All eyes turned to him, all ringed with tiredness and worry. There were less ginger haired people in the room now, and it took him a moment to realise that Molly, Arthur and Percy were missing, but Zacharias had appeared, and Ron and Harry had remerged. They were deep in conversation, their bodies turned away from the others as they whispered in the corner.
“Who’s hungry?”” Draco called out, watching as everyone stood at once, eager for the food and distraction. Draco smiled weakly as they all muttered their appreciation. Draco looked up and noticed Harry and Ron still hadn’t finished. He carried the tray with what was left over to them. Ron spotted him first and nudged Harry. Harry looked up as he shoved a piece of paper into his back pocket. Draco tried to hide his curiosity as he smiled.
“Thought you both could do with this. You can share mine too if you like?” He saw Ron’s eyes light up above the dark bags that surrounded his eyes. He handed Ron a coffee and Harry his tea. Their eyes met, and Harry tried to smile.
“Thanks love,” He yawned, “You are amazing!”
“I second that, Ferret!” Ron also forced a smile.
“No problem, Weasel!” Draco looked between them and felt the knot tighten up in his stomach. “Any news?”
There was a pregnant pause as they looked at each other.
“He’s alive and stable,” Ron said calmly. “The healers are still running tests.”
“Do they know what caused it?” Ron and Harry looked at each other again.
Harry shook his head, avoiding Draco’s eyes as he bit into the sandwich.
Draco sighed, before speaking again.
“Without details, have you been able to get any more information for the case?”
They shared another look before silently agreeing.
“We might have a bit more information to work with,” said Ron quietly.
“So, I supposed you two are disappearing back to the office, once you’ve finished here?” Draco asked as he tried to keep the disappointment from his voice.
“We were just discussing that” Said Ron around the first half of Draco’s sandwich.
“I think we should go home and rest first” Harry ventured as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. Ron nodded enthusiastically.
“I agree, I’m going to be no good to anyone until I get some sleep.”
Draco felt satisfied with that answer as he grabbed his cake and coffee.
“Love? Would you mind if Ron uses the spare room? Edward’s teething.” Harry asked after finishing the other half of his sandwich. Draco nodded as he cut off a piece of the cake and slid it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as the thick, rich chocolate coated the inside of his mouth.
“Still got a sweet tooth I see?” Ron said with a smirk
“You have no idea!” Harry replied.
“Laugh all you want! This is the only suitable way to survive with such little sleep! It’s my reward!”
“Good point! For the love of Merlin, don’t antagonise him!” Harry said seriously.
“Don’t worry it’s our old school motto,” Harry looked confused for a moment. “Never tickle a sleeping Dragon,”
“Haha, very funny!” Harry smirked. Draco smiled and rolled his eyes before eating some more cake.
“So, when do you want to go home?” Draco asked as he scooped up the final forkful of cake.
They shared a look and nodded.
“Now,” they said in unison.