Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 2 ~ Potter?!?

Draco's POV ~

He walked away from the square, hostile eyes following him with whispers. People didn't want him there, so he would leave. Potter had found a way to make the mark disappear but not people's memories. Damn perfect Potter. He would never escape the expectations put on him by Potter. Bloody Harry Potter.

His eyes were dark with resentment as he walked away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked head down, trying to avoid drawing any attention to himself. He would go home and sleep, then in the morning, he would... Do nothing.

It was his day off from saint mungos tomorrow, and he didn't know what to do with himself. He may as well just stay in bed all day if he was frankly honest with himself. Actually, he could probably never turn up to work again and nobody would notice. Most people refused to be treated by him anyway. Who would care? 

Maybe whatever poor sod had to do all the trash jobs that he was usually assigned. They would notice and just say how much of a typical death eater he was. Always letting people down and screwing people over. He wallowed in his own self-pity.  He came to the alley he would need to turn down to take the shortcut home. Had he made a port key? He couldn't remember. Anyway, it was only a two-minute walk from here anyway so it didn't really matter-

As he turned down into the alley he noticed a rather large lump of black robes. Vaguely human-shaped. Wait. He knelt down beside the heap and gently turned it over, praying for it not to be some sort of dead animal or rubbish bag.

It was a person all right. A person he knew all too well. "Potter." He whispered, panic in his eyes. He should run! If anyone saw him here now he would surely be accused of killing the man. Who would believe a death eater if he said he didn't kill the boy who lived. The chosen one. Actually, he was an ex- death eater but he didn't even bother correcting himself.

"Potter." He mumbled again trying to shake him awake. "Harry, come on wake up." Potter didn't even stir. Draco made a decision on the spot. Looking around he realised he didn't see anybody so couldn't even call for help. He did see an empty bottle of fire whisky by Potter's hand though.

"Oh dear god." He said horrified and shocked. Who the hell drunk a whole bottle of fire whisky in one sitting? Draco stood up and quickly assessed the situation. Potter needed medical attention and he needed it now. It was too far away for him to apparate to the hospital, at least without a major risk of getting splinched. The only place close enough was Malfoy Manor, but he would have to apparate to just outside of the wards and carry Potter in.

It was the only way. The longer he dithered over it the less chance there was of Potter making it another night. He couldn't let the chosen one die. He was the chosen one. Well for other reasons as well, but those were not to be dwelled on anymore. Or ever again for that matter. 

He shook his head in an attempt to shake those thoughts away. Not the time Draco, not the time. He quickly scooped the bundle of Potter up and almost dropped him again in surprise. He was so unbelievably light. No grown-ass man should weigh this little.

Draco's brows met and his concern only increased. Something was not right here. Draco took a breath and prayed neither of them would get splinched and apparated to outside of the Manor. 

They made it and Draco opened his eyes. He check Harry over and there were no visible signs of splinching. Okay, now time to get him inside. Draco half ran inside and up the stairs to his medical room. He had had it installed and stocked in the Manor as soon as he became a healer.

Today would be the first time he had used it. He laid Potter down in the plush bed at the centre of the room. He drew his wand out and cast a silent diagnosing spell, one that he had invented himself. ~Alchohol Poisoning~ and ~Anorexia~ Came up in swirly writing above Potter's head.

"Oh, Potter!" Draco burst out and quickly set to work, casting spells and summoning IV lines. "You stupid, stupid man." 

It took hours but finally, Draco had the man in stable condition. He slumped down on the floor in a heap, not unlike the one he had found Potter in. He was exhausted. "Squeaky!" He called out.

His brand new house elf appeared almost instantly followed by a crack. "What can squeaky do for master Malfoy?" He tittered. Draco shook his head. "Please can you apparate me a bed in that corner squeaky? I need to spend the night in here tonight."
Squeaky nodded his head vigorously. "Of course master! Squeaky would be honoured to do so!"

Within only a minute there was a lush bed in the corner furthest away from Potter. Draco nodded in appreciation. "Thanks, squeaky." The house elf dipped into a low bow and apparated out of the room.

Draco stood himself up and stretched like a cat. He would have to get in contact with someone tomorrow to try and get someone who actually could look after Potter. Well, he could do the looking after but Potter would never trust him to do so. 

He shook his head bitterly and walked slowly over to Potter. He did some final checks and once he was happy with his work he yawned sleepily trying to get that shot of energy from the air around him. 

He just about managed to drag himself through the notion of getting ready for bed. He almost fell asleep while trying to wash any product out of his hair. Thank god he used less now than he had when he was a teenager.

Eventually, he managed to drag himself back through the mansion, completely forgetting that he could fricking apparate, and into the medical room. He gave a glace to Potter's monitors, making sure the poor thing hadn't died and finally managed to slump into bed.

With a clap of his hands, he turned out the lights and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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