Drarry One Shots

It Didn't Matter

I really should be updating something else but I'm procrastinating...so you guys get another chapter! Haha, story of my life.

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Who would've guessed, that after the Second Great Wizarding War Draco Malfoy, one of the most racist people you could get concerning blood status, would end up working at muggle hospital?

Willingly.

No one. That's why it was so perfect. It was the perfect hiding spot for Draco, and over time, it became his passion. He loved saving people, taking care of them, even if the only status he had was nurse. It still meant a lot to the teenager.

Since the war, nothing else really changed. Besides his feelings for the chosen one had risen. Draco admired the stupid-glasses wearing, always-bed-headed, black haired, green eyed, savior of the wizarding world.

The sparkling green eyes, the slim and small frame, the raven black hai- Draco was violently pulled out of his fantasizing by the loud yelling going on.

"HELP! HELP!" A couple doctors and nurses, including Draco, rushed a gurney over to a man, who was had been shouting. He held the small frame of a boy. Raven black hair was all Draco could really see for a few moments, until they laid him down on the mobile bed.

Draco was practically frozen as he gazed at the body. Cuts, bruises, scars of all shapes and size, and most of all, blood, was all over his frame. His glasses were gone and his eyes were closed, so no one could see the stunning green eyes under them, always filled with happiness. But, as one pulled back a eyelid to shine a flashlight in it, the eyes were revealed, crushing any hopes Draco had of it not being him. Anyone but him...Draco came back to life once his instincts sprang into action. He and the others rushed the boy to a ER while one stayed behind to collect the story from the man who had carried in the petite boy.

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Draco stared longingly at the broken, battered and bandaged body in front of him. Making sure no one was in the room, he walked forward, placing a feather-light kiss on the black haired boys forehead. "Please make it." he whispered onto the Boy-Who-Lived's skin, a tear slipping down his face and splashing onto Harry's cheek. 

He walked out of the room, determined to find the nurse who had the story, or the man, and the nurse who had his condition. 

It didn't take long to find one of his targets. Draco walked up to the man, rage and sadness clearly visible in his eyes. "What happened to him?" Draco asked in a angry whisper. 

The man, slightly frightened, rushed to explain. 

"My son was climbing a tree in our back yard. He told me he saw a man beating the life out of the poor kid. I don't have any relation to him, we're just neighbors. The man was his uncle, I'm fairly certain. After my son told me, I had to wait til the family left, which didn't take long, thankfully, to jump the fence and get the boy. I found him in the back yard. He's gonna be okay, right?" He rushed to explain, worry splashing across his features as Draco raged silently. He was beyond furious. 

His uncle, his own tosser of an uncle, beat his love to his death bed? Oh no. Hell no.

Draco forced himself to calm down with thoughts of torturing the man. He answered quickly and quietly, set on finding the one with the status of patient 394, aka, Harry James Potter, his secret love. 

"I'm not sure, I'm about to go and find out. But from what I can tell, he's stable." With that, Draco rushed off, not bothering to give any more of his time to the man, whom was biting his lip, in favor of finding out Harry's condition.