꧁༺ 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ༻꧂

Coma ✔️

Original publish date: January 7th, 2022
Updated: May 10th, 2026

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᝰ.ᐟ⩇⩇:⩇⩇જ⁀➴

Harry worked as an Auror, while Draco worked as a Healer at St. Mungo's.

One day, Harry was in his office doing his most dreaded part of the day, paperwork time. When all of a sudden he got a phone call. He picked up.

'Hello, who's this?'

'Hello, I'm calling from St. Mungo's. Are you Mr. Harry James Potter?'

'Yes, I am. Why?'

'Mr. Draco Malfoy was admitted a few minutes ago.'

Harry stayed silent for a few moments before responding,

'I'm on my way.'

He hung up and apparated to St. Mungos.

As soon as he arrived, Harry burst through the doors, demanding to see Draco. A nurse led him to a waiting space and told him the healer would be with him soon. Minutes later, a healer came up to him.

"You are Mr. Harry James Potter right?" The doctor asked.

"Of course I am! What happened to Draco?" He said frantically.

"Mr. Malfoy was struck by an unknown curse while treating a patient. We are unsure when he will wake up, as he fell into a coma."

His stomach dropped, his heart skipped a beat. A coma.

"May I see him?" Harry asked the healer, his voice a tone lower than before.

The healer looked at him with pity, "Yes, you may."

The healer guided Harry to Draco's room and opened the door for him. Harry's eyes immediately filled with tears at the sight before him. Draco lay motionless in the hospital bed, connected to several machines.

"Draco..." Harry had started sobbing, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Please wake up soon. I can't live without you." Harry managed to say between sobs. He reached up to caress Draco's cheek. "Please wake up. I need you with me."

He stayed by his side until visiting hours were over. That was basically all of Harry's days for the next 4 months. Each day, he'd bring a different flower arrangement for his comatose husband. He'd give him gentle touches, a kiss here and there.

Every day, he became more isolated. His actions were sluggish, dark patches began to grow under his eyes, and his motivation declined.

Their home had become a mess, clothes were scattered around the floor, the bed was never made, and several bottles of firewhisky were left on the coffee table in the living room.

He was in a depressive episode until Ginny came. She had been his savior, a saving him from his doom. It took a while for Harry to let her in, even so, she could only be his friend, not anything more.

It was now a year since Draco entered his coma. Harry still visited him often, bringing flowers and little letters for him to read when he woke up, one day. He missed him, but his friendship with Ginny had helped him lighten his pain.

One day, as he was at work, he got a call. It gave him major deja vu but answered anyways.

'Hello? Who's this?'

'Hello, I'm calling from St. Mungo's. Your husband has woken up from his coma.'

Harry's heart stopped. His breath slowed. Draco woke up.