Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 3 ~ Where the hell am I?

Harry's POV ~

He opened his eyes groggily, not really expecting to be able to. Damn. He was alive. Just as the events of last night came flooding back into his memory he felt a hand on his chest, pushing him back down as he tried to stand up.

"Stop it, Potter. You need to rest." Harry opened his eyes fully and saw a bed-riddled blonde-haired boy staring down at him. He would know those steely grey eyes anywhere. "Dray??"

Malfoy rolled his eyes down at him. "Hello to you too, Potter. And yes, you are so welcome that I saved your life last night, because you're an idiot and decided to drink a whole damn bottle of fire whisky. And yes, you did almost die of alcohol poisoning, and yes I do know you have anorexia."

Harry slumped back into the bed, his head spinning with so many questions and also, surprisingly, relief that it had been Draco who had found him. He subconsciously recognised how he had changed from Malfoy to Draco. Draco was still talking, "I mean, what would your wife, Ginny, think about this Potter?!? Honestly, I need to get in contact with her so she can come to pick you up."

A tear snaked out of Harry's eye."Honestly? She probably would have left me there, or let someone kill me. It would have saved her all the divorce paperwork, she could have come out looking like a tragic widow, who everyone would love and she would get my money on top of all that. Oh, and she and Dean could finally go public with their child of course."

Draco looked down at him in shock. "You WHAT?" Harry shook his head. "No Potter you need to tell, me what the hell is going on. I just saved your life for like the second time."

Harry rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically, "Ah yes and I've never saved your life before right? Anyway, there's not much to tell if I'm honest with you. Only that Ginny cheated on me with Dean, had his baby, tried to tell me it was mine and on top of that was only using me for money."

Draco shook his head in disgust. "Who's taking care of you then?" Harry laughed. "I'm taking care of myself. Teddy's with his gran until Wednesday and then I've got him home."

"Honestly Potter? You're doing a bit of a shit job looking after yourself." Harry looked him in the eye. "Hey before I reply to that can we stop this last name bull shit. We aren't in school anymore Draco, we don't have to talk like that." 

Draco shook his head and smiled a tiny bit. "Okay then. Honestly Harry? You're doing a bit of a shit job looking after yourself at this moment in time." Harry smiled back. "Don't I just know it?"

Suddenly he remembered. "Damn! I have work today I need to go-" He tried to heave himself out of the bed but failed almost instantly. "Shit." Draco looked at him with something that looked like pity. "Harry, you're not in a fit state to go anywhere right now if you're honest with yourself." Harry only looked anguished.

"Can I use your owl? Mines out at the moment?" He asked pleadingly. Draco nodded. "Obviously you can you git." He walked out and left Harry to his thoughts.

It was bizarre, being here, in this house with him. Honestly, they hadn't seen each other since Harry got engaged to Ginny and he had had to go to Draco crying and tell him it was over. He had only got engaged to Ginny because Dumbledore had wanted him to. It's fine though, he and Draco could start again as friends.

As he was finishing this thought Draco walked back in balancing a quill and parchment and his owl on the other arm. "Here what do you want me to write?" He asked. Harry thought about it. "Just say that I've broken my arm or something and I can't make it today but I'll be in..." He trailed off. When would he be in? "You should be okay in a few hours, but I don't want you going in today anyway, just in case." Harry nodded. "Put it down I'll be in tomorrow then."

Draco nodded and began writing, tongue slightly sticking out in concentration. "The fact that you broke your arm should excuse your slightly dodgy handwriting." Harry grinned. "I should hope so."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence and Harry got an idea. "Do you want to go out for a coffee when I get out of this damn bed? Or ice cream if you prefer. My treat." Draco smiled softly. "Ice cream would be great, thanks."

They shared a moment when they just looked at each other smiling softly. "You know the Auror department could really use their own healer." Draco raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. "Could they now. And how would you know?" 

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "You do realise I'm head Auror right? I pretty much decide what we need. A healer in the department would be pretty good." Draco nodded. "Are you offering me a job, Harry?"

Harry's cheeks reddened slightly. "If you want it that is." Draco smiled a bit wider. "Only if I don't have to call you sir." Harry laughed, short and surprised. "Deal. Just come in with me tomorrow."

"Deal."

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