"You did what?" Harry asked threateningly from his spot on the couch. He prayed that the man wasn't serious about calling him a doctor.
Draco kept his distance, avoiding eye contact as he confessed. "She said she'll be here in twenty minutes."
He began to pace, attempting to keep out line of the green lasers sizzling through his skull. "You didn't say not to or anything," he pointed out to defend himself.
The other man held a bowl of potato crisps in his lap. "But, I'm better," he protested. He picked up a handful and stuffed them in his mouth, crunching loudly. "I'm eating and everything!"
The Slytherin held his ground, stubborn to the bitter end. "Well then we'll be better prepared for a relapse," he smirked, Harry glaring his hardest at him.
Ms. Tompkins came a bit earlier than expected, a loud crack on the doorstep followed by a persistent knocking.
"You, upstairs," she commanded Harry the second she stepped in, he wild brown hair barely clearing the doorframe. "No one besides me and the patient allowed," she told Draco, handing him her card and coat.
"Wha- why not?" the blonde spluttered, bemused by her abrupt presence.
The woman smiled stiffly. "I do my best work in privacy. You," she directed once again at Harry who was standing pointlessly and gaping. "Go upstairs and lie down. Keep your head elevated and I'll be right up."
Draco watched apologetically as Harry strode up the stairs, caretaker in his wake. "I'm sorry!" he mouthed up at him, feeling truly guilty now that his love was in the hands of this woman who he was a little scared of. But what else could he do?
Harry just nodded and smiled tightly, a wand tip urging him up the stairs. He promised himself that he'd never forgive him for this, not in a million years.
Draco could tell the raven-haired man was still rather dejected about the whole thing and was starting to regret his decision. "Be gentle with him!" he called a little too late over the door shutting him away to his solitude in the foyer.
The flaxen-haired man sighed, making his way toward the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
He felt this was going to be a long wait.
