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Chapter 1

Harry jolted forward, gasping for breath as his body shook. Cold sweat dripped down his skin, his limbs shaking as he tried to get his bearings. His gaze slowly focused as he shielded his eyes from the bright light above, vision hazy as he blinked.

He frowned in confusion when he only saw white walls and one lonely painting hanging in front of him. The room around him was bare except for a table and the bed that he lay in. He groaned when he realized where he was, his head falling into his hands.

Of course it would be Saint Mungos….. Harry thought, sighing as he dropped his arms down by his side and started to shift his body to see if there was any damage. He immediately stopped when pain shoot up his leg and back. He gasped loudly, frozen when he heard a door open to his right. He glanced over with his eyes, careful not to move his body.

His jaw dropped when he saw who was at the door, thinking he had finally died and gone to his own personal hell. "Malfoy…." He groaned, watching as the blonde stalked forward with aristocratic grace. "What are you doing here? Isn't Mav supposed to be my medic witch?" Harry asked, his jaw clenching when the blonde only smiled. He watched as the man walked into the room, his green robes hugging his body.

"Mav is no longer working for Mungos. She decided that she would retire and put in her notice three weeks ago," Draco said, flashing Harry a wide grin. "But, before she left she decided to choose a person to take care of you whenever you managed to land yourself in our care." Draco drew his wand, his medic robes swirling around him as he made the table beside the bed into a chair. "Care to guess who she choose?"

Harry frowned, slowly releasing the tension in his body so he could turn toward the blonde. "What? Mav retired? And she choose you?!" Harry stared at the other wizard, not knowing what to think. "Why would she choose you?" His brow furrowed, a frown appearing on his face.

Draco shrugged, uncaring as he threw his legs onto the bed beside Harry. "I have no idea, Potter. She only said that if she found out someone else took care of you instead of her chosen, she would wreck hell onto the hospital." A small smile graced Draco's lips as he said it, must likely imagining the building up in flames with an elderly woman in the center of chaos.

Harry felt a flare of amusement at that before he stomped it down, instead focusing on the man beside him. "So, you agreed?" He asked, frowning when Malfoy nodded. "Why?" He asked, guarded as he waited for an answer.

"Why not? You have always been entertaining," Draco leaned back into his chair, grinning at the Gryffindor with a Cheshire smile. "It has been dreadfully boring around here without you causing wide spread panic when you appear on our door all bloody and masculine," Malfoy commented, twirling his wand around his fingers.

Harry nearly snorted, rolling his eyes before he jerked his head to the side. "So….what's the damage?" He asked, not daring to move his body in fear of the hot pain reappearing. Even with limited motion his back and leg pulsed with thin tendrils of hurt.

Draco sat straight as his face suddenly fell into a serious expression, his wand moving as he performed a diagnostic. "To be truthful, it's not good. You were stabbed in the leg by a metal muggle pipe, and you have some serious damage on the vertebrae of your spine. Luckily you didn't break your back, but you were very close to it." Draco sighed as he pocketed his wand, standing and walking around the bed toward the left wall.

"You also have some head trauma and you bruised your collarbone." Draco tapped the wall three times, a hidden cabinet appearing. He opened it and grabbed some vials from within, turning back to the bed. "In short, you almost died…..Again." Malfoy finished, striding back toward Harry and handing him the vials. "Your injuries are pretty serious, so you will have to stay here for at least a week until we know that everything is in working order."

"A week?!" Harry sputtered, the vials clutched uselessly in his hands. "I have never been here for that long." Harry narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the man's smirk putting him on edge. "Who said I should be here for a week?"

"Well, I did of course," Draco said, grabbing a vial from Harry's hands and opening it. "Since I'm your medic nurse, that means I get to dictate how long you should be here." The blonde waved the potion in front of the Gryffindors face, his smile wide. "Drink up, darling. It's going to be a long week for you." Draco cooed, shoving the potion down Harry's throat before he could protest.

Harry gagged but swallowed nonetheless, wondering if the blonde was going to poison him. "Urgh…..what was that?" Harry choked out, rubbing his throat while the Slytherin snickered. It burned going down, his stomach recoiling at the disgusting taste.

"It's just to help with mending the muscles in your back. It's going to hurt like hell, so take this." He ordered, shoving another potion under Harry's nose. "It will make you sleep."

Harry frowned but drank it down anyways, glaring at the blonde as his body started to feel heavy. "And I'm telling you this now…..just because you're my medic wizard doesn't mean I'm going to put up with your bullshit."

"Oh, Harry dear. You always put up with me." Draco grinned, waving as Harry's vision went black.

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Harry blinked, slowly sitting up as his groaned. Dull pain throbbed all over his body, his leg and back the worst. Oh, yeah….I'm at Mungos… Harry thought, thinking back to the blonde. Draco Malfoy wasn't an arse like he was in Hogwarts, but he still had a hard edge to him. Harry had run into him quite a few times over the years, and the old hatred they had for each other no longer exist. But still, he couldn't believe that Mav would retire and elect Draco as his new nurse.

With that in mind he turned toward the table beside him and tried to find his wand, frowning when instead of familiar wood he touched a small piece of paper. He grabbed it and held it in front of him, snarling when he read the words on the parchment.

Hello, darling dear- Just wanted to let you know that I have confiscated your wand in case you get any ideas. I will give it back in the morning. -Draco Malfoy

Harry groaned and fell back onto the bed, throwing the piece of paper on the ground as he stared at the ceiling. Prat, Harry thought, knowing that this was going to be one hell of a week.

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Hello, everyone! I am back from a very long rest~ I have not been able to write or upload anything for the past few months (*cough cough* years) and I wanted to get back into it! This story is not going to be a thriller and its not going to have a lot of plot. I wanted something fairly simple to write to get back into it. Also, i have not had this story beta read, but I tried to pick up any mistakes on my own. I am hoping to find someone to review my stories very soon! I am very glad to be back, and after this story i am hoping to change my style a bit. The next one I will publish once this one is finished is going to be something i haven't done before, and I am very excited over the challenge. I am very thankful over everyone who has followed me or liked my previous works. Looking back I feel like i could have done a better job with my writing, and that is why I will work even harder to produce stories that I, and hopefully you, will enjoy. Thank you for reading! I will try to post the next chapter to this on Sat. (This story is finished and I am just rereading it to catch any errors)

I hope you guys enjoy this small chapter and I cant wait to hear from you all!