Draco left the patient's room and strode down the hall, sneering at the receptionist as he handed over Potter's files.
"Healer Malfoy, how was your patient?" She laughed.
"Cynthia, I'd watch my back if I were you," he narrowed his eyes. He liked Cynthia, but the woman was such a sneaky bitch, it was ridiculous.
"Oh hush, you are in desperate need of a good shag, and who better than your former enemy? Plus it doesn't hurt that he's sexy as hell!"
"Wait a moment, a good shag?" Draco paused, his mind connecting the dots. "What did you do, Cynthia?"
"I may or may not have given him docetine for the pain," she shrugged. "Maybe a larger dose than usual…"
"What?" Draco squeaked out. "How could you do that?"
No wonder Potter had been such a pig! Draco thought to himself, angry that he hadn't thought of it sooner. Docetine was a healing potion that had very relieving effects on pain, but had severe side effects such as hallucinations and excess feelings of lust and overconfidence. Potter had obviously gotten two of these effects easily.
Rolling his eyes, Draco smacked the folders down on Cynthia's desk. "You got my fucking hopes up. I thought he wanted me. I was going to go meet him at my office! Turns out he was just high on drugs!"
"No, Draco, you know that docetine only increases the feelings you already have—he wouldn't have offered to you unless he actually was attracted to you."
"Doesn't matter," Draco shook his head. "I don't want to, you know; take advantage of him or anything…"
"I thought you said you were a Slytherin back at Hogwarts?" She smirked. "Since when does a snake care about taking advantage of someone or not?"
"I'm one of the good guys now," Draco sighed. "I can't just do whatever I want."
"You are one of the good guys, Draco," she smiled at him, reaching over and patting his hand. "You save lives every day and you deserve some enjoyment for yourself!"
"I…I don't know," Draco bit his lip.
"Okay, how about this—I gave him the potion at 2:45, right? It wears off in three hours, so just wait… about half an hour before going to meet him!"
"I suppose that would work."
Harry stood outside of room 513 for 25 minutes and sighed, banging his forehead against the door repeatedly. How stupid was he? Draco could never want someone like him. Harry hadn't known what had come over him earlier, but he knew that it was finally a chance to be with his old wank fantasy—now, it was just a fantasy again.
Sighing, Harry winced when he moved his arm that was still tingling slightly with pain.
"Just a fantasy," Harry muttered, turning around and leaving the corridor. So much for dreams coming true.