Emotional (Drarry)

Chapter 1- St. Mungos and Horrible Sights

          The alarm blared, startling Harry Potter as he lay facedown in his bed at Grimmauld Place. Harry, unlike most of his friends, enjoyed incorporating Muggle items into his daily life. His shift started around 7 PM, and he cursed his luck that it was a night shift. His nightmares were usually gone, but he still had quite a bit of trouble getting enough sleep. After scarfing down some pasta, he flooed to his office at St. Mungos. There he was met by his friend Kelly, a healer from America. He exchanged his hellos and walked to the emergency ward, gulping down some coffee to wake himself up. 

           Suddenly the doors opened, and Narcissa Malfoy hurried in, holding a limp Draco Malfoy in her arms. Draco was soaked in blood, arms covered in cuts and even some burns. Harry hurried Draco into a bed and tried to ignore the thumping of his heart and the rush of panic that accompanied the sight of a limp Draco. Muttering healing spells under his breath, he worked his way from the deepest cuts on Draco's left forearm to his right and then to his legs. He grabbed a magical potion from beside the bed and dropped several drops into Draco's mouth. Once he was positive Draco was stable enough to be left with a nurse, he walked to the waiting area where Narcissa was waiting. He found her sitting in the back of the room, staring quietly at nothing. 

               "Excuse me, Ms. Malfoy?" Harry cleared his throat, but couldn't stop his voice from cracking. Narcissa looked up, tears running down her cheeks, bracing herself for whatever news was to come. "Yes?" "I'd like to tell you that Draco is healing well and stable for now. He lost a lot of blood and should be sleeping for at least a day, and I've given him a pain potion to help when he wakes up. Do you know what may have triggered this?" An imperceptible look appeared on Narcissa's face as she took a deep breath. 

"I don't know, Draco doesn't talk to me. He doesn't talk to anyone. Today, he came home quite late and didn't respond when I called him to tell him that he could still have dinner even though he usually doesn't eat. I waited about 10 minutes and when I didn't hear the shower running- he always showers after he goes out- I walked to his room and knocked. I was getting worried about him, but I never... well, I didn't realize he felt this bad. If I had known, I would've done anything to help him- I...." She trailed off, tears sliding down her broken face. Like a shattered porcelain doll, she sat limply with her head in her hands as Harry rubbed her back. After a couple minutes, she took a deep breath and carefully composed her face. "Mr. Potter, thank you. My family has never been kind to you and I know Draco is still recovering from the war. I'm so grateful that you saved him, I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to find a doctor that would treat him, he's, well we, were Death Eaters. I just- thanks." Harry was surprised at the awkward pauses and small sniffles that escaped from Narcissa, he thought that the Malfoys would always be able to hold back their emotions, but obviously the war and nearly losing Draco had softened her exterior.

 "Ms. Malfoy, I'm sure this is a very difficult time for you and Draco. I know several healers who work with mental damage that wouldn't discriminate against you or your past. I can owl you a list for both you and Draco. Obviously Draco's needs are different from your own, but I do sincerely hope both you and Draco attend sessions to work on any issues you are having. A Ministry representative will be by sometime tomorrow to give you some more information." Harry comfortingly rubbed her back, before standing up and announcing that he needed to go back to check on Draco. Narcissa waved him away, but not in a malicious way. Harry could tell that she had a lot on her mind and left her to think of what to do. 

          Harry walked back to Draco's bed, and upon seeing it's occupant still peacefully sleeping, he sat down next to it and filled out the required paperwork. Walking down to the hospital's Owlery, he walked to the perch where he knew Lily would be. A common barn owl, Lily's caramel colored head loved to be stroked and she often shrieked when Harry didn't give her enough attention. Harry chuckled adoringly at how Lily impatiently flapped her wings when Harry took his time walking to the perch she was chained to. Although she was owned by Harry, he did use her to deliver work documents, so St. Mungos required that she have a chain around her leg. Harry handed her the envelopes and she flew off into the rapidly brightening sky. After his visit to the Owlery, Harry walked back to the main building and sat down by his former nemesis' bedside. Dropping three drops of a specific healing potion into Draco's mouth, Harry leaned back and sighed. It had been an exhausting night, and all he wanted to do was go to Grimmauld place and sleep, he knew he had a duty as a healer. He looked at the clock and was surprised to see that under normal circumstances, his shift would be over. Unfortunately for him, when a healer heals an emergent patient, that healer must stay with the patient until the patient was undoubtably stable. Harry sighed and busied himself with preparing a Pepper Up potion, one he quickly downed in place of coffee. Once he was properly awake, the gears started turning in Harry's head. Why had he been so nice to Narcissa? Yes, there was a level of pity and sympathy for the woman, but why had he bean so... so personable with her? He could've just done his job and given her the facts, but instead he offered up his friends and had been so nice. Narcissa herself had said it: the Malfoys had never been nice to Harry. Even after he saved Draco's life  (the first time) escaping from the Fiendfyre, Draco hadn't even bothered a quick thanks. Hopefully, Harry thought with resolution, this time would be different. He'd be damned if Draco got up and ran away this time. No, Harry was not going to let Draco leave without at least a thank you from the pale man.