Lifeguards (a Drarry Story)

Chapter Twenty Five- Hospitals

Draco wakes up, staring at the ceiling of St. Mungo's once again. He wonders why these things keep happening to him, he is seriously starting to reconsider ever leaving his house again.

"Wakey wakey," The sound of Charles' voice makes Draco shoot up, he regrets the sudden movement and groans loudly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Draco sits up, leaning against the pillows and holding his head tightly.

"Well, your boyfriend was needed and he told me quote on quote, 'not to leave this room or he will avada me because he needs to talk to Kingsley' and that you needed someone here when you wake up. I don't know what that means but the threatening way he said it makes me believe that it is not good," Charles smiles and sits down on the edge of Draco's bed.

"How are you here though?" Draco asks confused on why Charles, a Muggle, is sitting in a Wizarding hospital.

"Well, Harry grabbed me and dragged me along once they had captured those weird masked wizards. He told me that the hospital people might need to test me for some stuff, then they were confused that I was a 'muddle?' I don't know what that means and then! Then, they said it was too late to Obliviate me, another thing that I don't know what it means, but they said they couldn't because it could damage my brain? I'm so confused and all this weird magic stuff is weird to see," Charles waves his hands around wildly and stares at the blond.

"Nice," Draco says laying back down. "A Muggle, not muddle,  is a non-wizard person like yourself, I'm pretty sure I've explained that before. As for Obliviating that is when they would erase your memory, I'm pretty sure you've known too long it would just make you even more stupid. Oh, and Avada short for one of the Unforgivable spells, Avada Kedavra. That's the killing curse. So, yes he said he would kill you so that is not good."

"Your boy-toy is really scary when he's angry," Charles says leaning back on the bed as well. "Once you passed out the rest of the masked people didn't stand a chance. He took them out pretty quickly, it was a sight to see."

"I bet it was," Draco sighs leaning back, his head pounding.

"So what was that spell they hit you with? It looked pretty painful," Charles looks over towards the blond, his blue eyes filled with worry.

"That was another one of the Unforgivables, the Cruciatus Curse. The torture curse, so it's pretty much the worst spell. It causes excruciating pain and sucks to be put under," Draco says staring at the ceiling. He wonders why he does this to himself, thinking something else has to change. He wonders what his life would be like if he hadn't run into Harry that day, maybe his life would be simpler, he definitely wouldn't have to worry about all these things and people always wanting to attack him. But what was the fun in that he wonders, he thinks his life would be pretty mundane without all of these things happening to him.

Harry walks back in the room his green eyes locking onto Draco's. Crossing the room Harry offers a small smile, a smile that Draco would return if his head wasn't still pounding and his body feeling like it's hadn't been hit by a couple of buses. He wonders what Harry has been doing, probably throwing a tantrum again because of the idiotic wizards. He doesn't have to wait long though Harry is speaking he doesn't have time to think about it much longer.

"Well, I think we got the rest of them," Harry sits down on the chair beside Draco's bed and rests his hand on the blonds.

"So, does that mean my life can go back to being boring again?" Draco asks smiling slightly.

"I sure hope so, I really hate seeing you here all the time. I would love it if we could just have a simple, boring life. Though, with you nothing is ever boring," Harry smiles as Charles practically melts on the bed.