Healer Draco had been at work since four that morning, it was now just gone lunchtime, and Draco had yet to stop working; he'd already had a disagreement with an elderly gentleman and a woman wanting to know why her husband was still in a coma.

"Healer Malfoy." One of the nurses found him in the potions area as he was getting the potion for his coma patient, "you have a patient."

"okay," Draco sighed, pouring the potion out, "take this to bed 41 then please." He bustled passed her to the newest occupied bed.

"Good afternoon, I'm Healer Malfoy, how can I help you?" he said swishing back the curtain and put on his kindest smile.

It disappeared the second his eyes landed on his new patient; Harry Potter.

Tall, dark and gorgeous as ever Harry's face lit up at the sight of his Healer, "well, I never. Draco Malfoy."

Draco huffed in annoyance before he noticed that Harry's arm was sitting at an odd angle, "what happened?" he asked as he approached the boy who lived twice.

"I fell over at work." Harry laughed, "I tripped over a House Elf, I was carrying a load of papers." He seemed very non-plus about the whole situation.

Draco had read a couple of years ago that Harry worked in one of the offices at the Ministry, a safe and boring job with no risks, and yet he still managed to damage himself.

Taking the broken arm gently in his hands Draco noted that it was more than one break but easily fixed, "I'll just need to do a simple spell and then you can be on your way." He informed his still grinning patient.

"don't pull a Lockheart on me." Harry snorted.

Draco paused, he was used to his patients being silent, rude even, but he never expected the Harry Potter to be so chummy with him; it wasn't like they'd ever been friends.

"umm," Draco cleared his throat, "just hold still."

One quick spell later and Harry's arm was fixed but instead of leaving he stayed on the bed flexing his fingers.

"if you need anything more then you're more than welcome to call for a nurse but I must go now." Draco told him pleasantly.

"wait." Harry said firmly, "why don't we go for lunch."

Draco frowned so hard it hurt but he quickly wiped it away, "I haven't time for lunch." He said softly.

"or breakfast." Harry commented, "the nurse said you don't really eat."

Straightening his back proudly Draco crossed his arms tightly across his chest, "I don't eat here." He gritted firmly, "is there anything else?"

Harry was suddenly very close, "come on Malfoy, just a little lunch."

Stepping back Draco observed his once enemy, he looked all kind and sincere, a tightening feeling gripped Draco's stomach and he definitely didn't feel hungry.

"not today." Draco finally said, only hearing himself after he said it.

Harry's face lit up again, "tomorrow then!" he said happily and began to saunter off, he paused at the door, "great work by the way. Top Healer." He pointed to his healed arm and winked at Draco.

Healer Malfoy flushed bright red, unable to make his body move, not sure what had happened and was brought back by someone tugging on his coat.

"my arm hurts Mr Healer." It was a little boy who was a patient Draco hadn't been allowed to attend to.

Escorting the little boy back to his bed Draco noticed that his arm was a burn in the slow process of healing.

"your Healer will be over shortly." Draco informed him kindly.

The little boy stuck out his bottom lip, "but you're here now."

Draco smiled; he wasn't allowed to tend to other Healer's patients, especially children without their parents.

But it was true that he was the only Healer availably and the little patient needed help; collecting some burn salve Draco applied it gently to the burnt arm.

"my Healer is grumpy." The little boy said.

Draco nodded, Healer Bailey was a very unhappy man, "he does his best."

Carefully wrapping the arm back up Draco wrote down how much he had applied and the time, suddenly the little boy's mother appeared.

"what are you doing?" she snapped.

Draco resisted rolling his eyes; when he first started working at St Mungos it used to ruin his day whenever a patient was rude or didn't want to be seen by him but now the Malfoy took it all in his stride.

"your son was in need of assistant and I was available." He told the mother gently.

The woman flushed a horrible shade of pink, "but, you aren't his doctor!" she shrieked.

"he was Harry Potter's doctor." The little boy piped up, "and my arm feels much better."

There was silence, the woman looked between her young son and Healer Malfoy, he could almost see the cogs turning in her head.

Finally Draco sighed, "mr Potter was here about a broken arm," he informed her.

The mother suddenly looked stiff, she readjusted her jacket, "yes, well, thank you." She forced out.

"I want him as my Healer mummy." The little boy said very loudly.

To avoid conflict further Draco slipped out and continued with brewing several more potions for the impending day ahead.

When Draco returned home his mother was not in a very good mood so he locked himself in the kitchen to avoid her and so she couldn't get to the knives.

While he sat in the kitchen, the fire blazing, his meal of soup gone long ago, Draco thoughts kept going back Harry; they certainly were different people now but the whole time during Hogwarts they had both gone out of their way to cause trouble for each other.

But one look at Harry and Draco felt funny all over; maybe it was all the years of resentment, of hurt about not being befriended or realising that the bitter child he had been was nothing more than a copy of his bitter father.

A sudden happy feeling leapt into Draco's chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry the next day.