Author Note: I'll keep this brief, this is the first ever story I have decided to publish and I would really appreciate any comments or criticism you have. Thanks Nx

Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair; he shut his eyes for a moment listening to the rain, and reached instinctively for his coffee mug. Looking up at the ceiling he rubbed the stubble on his face with his free hand and raised his mug to his mouth. After taking a sip of the cold drink he sighed and put the mug back in its place, marked by a dark circular stain, and scowled down at his desk.

If anyone were to enter his office they may think said object had somehow offended the young man. However, upon closer inspection they would learn that Malfoy was in fact scowling at a seemingly innocent piece of parchment. A few more minutes in the office and they would see Malfoy produce a stick of wood from his pocket point it at the parchment and mutter some incoherent Latin, causing the parchment to combust. Malfoy stood up, grabbing a clipboard and several files from his desk, and he pulled on his pale green healer's robes. As he closed his office door he glanced at the empty space where the parchment had been only a minute ago, satisfied he left the office to check on the last of his patients, and file his reports, before going home for the first time in almost three days.

The reception desk was filled with people when Malfoy arrived to put his patient files away. Everyone was standing around Padma Patil, who had taken control of the usually hectic handover that happened at the end of every shift at St Mungo's.

"Give it a rest Patil" Malfoy called out as she was firing off instructions at several frazzled looking interns.

Padma shot him a look of exasperation before turning back to the group saying, "Does everyone understand?"

She received a few apprehensive nods before adding sharply, "Well then, why are you all still standing here?"

Recognizing this as a dismissal everyone scattered to complete the various assignments. Padma turned back to Malfoy, who was leaning against a filing cabinet smirking.

"Thanks for all your professional support Draco"

Draco crossed his arms and shrugged, "Why do you bother? Half of them will be back here in the first half an hour whining desperately, or flat out wanting to swap patients with someone else. Seriously make it a first come first served scenario and if you get stuck with Madame Lightblossom and her magically growing toe-nails it's just an incentive to get here earlier tomorrow."

Padma raised an eyebrow "Maybe if the other senior healer bothered to show they might take the process more seriously? It doesn't matter now though, I should have found enough to keep them occupied and out of my way for at least the next hour." Padma smiled as Draco chuckled softly.

"Good luck with that idea," he said smirking.

"We live in hope. You look like shit by the way Draco. I really hope you're not staying any longer as I don't think we have enough unconscious patients to keep you busy and I'm pretty sure you'd scare the conscious ones half to death," Padma laughed at him, while Draco frowned feigning offence.

"I, unlike some, have been here for almost 3 days dealing with every magical bite, burn and boil imaginable, and several unimaginable ones, to walk through those doors. Here take a look at this!" He waved a file in Padma's face that she snatched off him and read through. As she read Padma started laughing loudly.

"It's not funny Pads, seriously after fourteen hours, three double doses of Fresh Flesh potion, his skin is still orange and won't heal. It finally stopped oozing purple pus only to develop several questionable purple pimples. If that's a dog bite, I'm a flobberworm! Although he insists it was his neighbour's Jack Russell that seemingly devoured half his right buttock." Draco rolled his eyes.

"So what are we going to do then?" Padma asked, now quite serious.

"I'm not doing anything except going home to watch quidditch, have a long hot shower, and sleep in a proper bed. You should probably leave him sedated and wait for the Ministry to get back to you, I owled the DRCMC and DMAC requesting an investigation when he arrived- a reply shouldn't be far away."

Padma smiled, "Thanks Draco. Although, watching quidditch in bed might have to wait. These were hand delivered by the Auror's Department, I found a rather timid Auror in training loitering outside your office while you were finishing your rounds," Padma smirked knowingly at Draco.

Draco's eyes narrowed, "Fucking Potter, impeccable timing as always," he muttered.

Padma laughed, "I better go and make sure the interns haven't done anything to land a patient in the Permanent Damage ward. I'll see you in a couple of days?"

Draco nodded, "Yeah, apparently I have to take two days off in a row occasionally. At least that should be enough time for me to save Potter's arse."

Padma smirked knowingly as she wished Draco a goodnight.

Draco briefly waved goodbye before going to the changing rooms and sending an owl, which simply said:

Potter,

Leaky 8:30 sharp. Your round first.

-DM

He then proceeded to a designated staff apparition point; at least he would have an hour at home before meeting Potter.