Walking On Glass ∆ Drarry AU

ten ∆ death, my friend

It took nearly half of the available knights in order to pull the dragon away. Even though he had technically delivered the final blow, he still found it quite embarrassing that he had to be saved -- twice, technically -- in the end.

He'd told everyone he could walk himself to the infirmary, but ended up stumbling over after only a few steps.

Once he eventually found himself situated in a bed, armor off and as comfortable as he could be, he turned on his side to find none other than Prince Draco lying in the bed beside his.

"Your Highness... Goodness, what're you doing here?"

"You don't have to be so formal, you know." the prince mumbled back. "Just call me Draco."

"Okay... What're you doing here, then, Draco?" It felt strange. The only other person he had ever been casual with was Ron, and that was only after months of conversation.

The prince slumped under the covers. "I told you -- I was poisoned."

He'd forgotten all about that. "Oh."

There was silence, and then, "I was watching the fight. The beginning, at least."

That's embarrassing.

"Whoever taught you how to wield a sword needs to be locked away."

"I taught myself." The knight had begun twisting a loose thread on the end of his tunic between his fingers. "As a child..."

"Well, you need to be locked up, then." There was no hesitation.

Something was off. "Are you drunk?"

"A little." He admitted. "I think."

So that's how it was, then. They were just going to act as if the kiss had never happened.

"I hear you're planning to marry Astoria soon." Sir Harry didn't really like small talk, but he hoped it'd steer the conversation to where he wanted it.

Rolling his eyes, Prince Draco simply replied, "Old news."

"Oh." That didn't last long. "I spoke with Pansy... Wait-- that reminds me, do you know anything about the border patrol?"

"Uh, yeah. Father said they're there to keep spies from our side out."

"Your side," the knight corrected. "Just because I assisted in slaying a dragon, doesn't mean I've suddenly switched over."

"Right. And just because you returned my kiss doesn't mean you've switched sides, either, I suppose?"

Good. They were talking about that.

"You're the one who kissed me first. You sure you haven't switched sides?"

"I'm the bloody prince. I can't switch sides."

"Sure you can. Go marry Princess Ginny. See what happens." It came out harsher than intended.

In disgust, Prince Draco scrunched up his face. "I'd much rather marry Prince Bill."

Sir Harry sat up. "What?"

"He-- I don't know, I just... I heard he's a werewolf, that's all. Seems interesting."

Scratches aside, Prince Bill was definitely not a werewolf. "No other reason?"

"He's kind of old, isn't he? You know what, never mind. Forget I said that. Prince George -- I'd rather marry him."

"Why Prince George?" Sir Harry pressed.

"He's a twin," he replied immediately. "Wait, actually, no, that'd be too confusing." He thought for a moment. "Prince Ronald? Do people call him that? Or does he just go by Ron? Whatever, him -- let's go with him."

"Are we going to name off all of the Weasley's? And I've never heard anyone call him Ronald before. Except his mother...but that's only when she's angry."

Suddenly, the entire mood in the room shifted. It was cold, uninviting. If Sir Harry could run, he'd probably consider it.

"You don't belong here. You should go," Prince Draco said sternly.

"Yeah, don't think that's happening any time soon," Sir Harry said. "I can barely feel my leg."

"I mean, once you're all fixed up. Then, you need to leave."

"King Lucius told me to stay."

"Well, I'm telling you to leave. Your presence is unsettling."

"Why, because you're attracted to me?" He didn't mean for it to come out that way.

And what a more glorious time for Doctor Snape to show up, than now.

"I was stuck in the dungeons. Now, what seems to be the problem, Your Highness?" he asked.

"I've been poisoned again. I've been sick at least six times," the prince explained, placing a palm dramatically to his temple.

"Seems to me that the only poison in your system is alcohol."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. How much have you had?"

"A bottle and a half of mead," he confessed. " Maybe more... I just wanted to get away for a bit, that's all."

"I'd suggest going to the orchard. Pick some apples." The doctor walked over to a table, and poured something into a glass.

"There was a dragon!"

Doctor Snape held out the clear liquid. "Drink this."

The prince took it. "What is it?"

"Water."

"Oh." He took a sip, then downed the entire rest.

"Now." The doctor turned to face Sir Harry. "You."

"The dragon fell onto my leg, and my arm's all scratched up."

"Is that all?" Doctor Snape asked.

"Um, yes?"

The doctor let out a grueling sigh. "Let's see, then."

His arm was looked at first. "Most of these will heal on their own. I'll need to clean them up, though."

"Okay."

His leg was a whole different story.

"Hm." Doctor Snape pressed his fingers onto Sir Harry's ankle, causing him to wince. "Does that hurt?"

"Yes," he mumbled. "Definitely."

"I believe you've got a sprain. It's already beginning to bruise. I'll need to wrap it up. Tight."

"What?" Sir Harry was taken aback. "I'll still be able to walk, though, right? And fight?"

"Yes, but I'd recommend you avoid staying on it for long periods of time. Best to avoid further injury."

"For how long?" he asked, hesitation present in his voice.

"At least three weeks."

"What?" asked Prince Draco. He seemed to have been listening in. "Are you saying he has to stay here for three more weeks!?"

"At least."

Groaning, the prince rolled over, and stood. He wobbly began walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Sir Harry called out.

When Prince Draco turned around, he had an annoyed look on his face.

"Uh, sorry..." The knight glanced away. "Could we talk later?"

"Sure. Yeah," was all he said as he walked away.