Draco was just wiping at his mouth when he heard thundering footsteps on the stairs, he glanced about at the bodies around him there was no way he could cover this up in time if it was Granger and if it wasn't then he should prepare for an attack of some kind, but he was exhausted. When the Harry Potter came busting into the room, Draco didn't know if he should be relieved, annoyed, or perhaps afraid. Draco could faintly feel him using magic to assess exactly what had happened in the room but he just looked puzzled. When his eyes finally landed firmly on Draco.

When Draco didn't move Potter took a deep breath and his voice sounded strange when he asked, "Did they…? Oh Merlin Draco, I need you to tell m if your okay or not."

Draco considered his options, finally he let out a breath, he wince though when he realized that he was seriously lacking in the clothes department. It hadn't really bothered him before, he hadn't really cared when they ripped his clothes off, but now… with Potter looking at him, he felt himself staring at the ground doing his hardest not to look at Potter and saying, "Do you mind not looking till I can get upstairs and grab some clothes?"

Potter swallowed audibly and said, "Yeah, I'll come with you, just to be safe, but I won't…"

Draco glanced up at Potter's face to find him blushing brilliantly. Draco sighed and squared his shoulders. He stepped over the body of the man he had clawed, the body that was rapidly cooling, and even though he hadn't even blinked, hadn't even thought twice about doing it in the moment, suddenly he felt sick at his decision. Part of him was screaming that he had enough control, he could have incapacitated the man without killing him, but another part, the part that sounded mysteriously like his grandfather told him he only had two options. These men had broken into his residence, where he lawfully practice his art, they needed to either be quickly dispatched or slowly tortured. He had to send a message that this sort of nonsense was not tolerated or else more would come. Yes, more would come if they didn't show them it wasn't worth it. He knew that.

He knew if he hadn't ended it like he had, not just then but during the war, then the pain would have never stopped. He would have continued to be the Death Eater's toy, he had to do the things he did, had to show where he stood. The court had reluctantly agreed, they had to when Pansy gave over her few memories of visiting the Manor during the war. Just a few hours all together and one of the elder members had thrown up, and it was said that he might as well have been under an unforgivable the whole time.

Draco vaguely noted that Potter was doing his best to follow him without looking at him, but for the most part he was lost in his mind. After the war was over and his mother and father had gone into hiding, he had locked away those memories as firmly as he could. He almost snorted when he realized that besides the naughty dream Potter had forced on him, he had not had a single night where those memories didn't try to slip out into his dreams.

Draco had arrive at the little wardrobe he kept close to the first floor loo, just in case he ever spilt something while in his warehouse, he didn't have to go all the way up to his bedroom to get some decent clothes. Initially he had put it in because he had been expecting to have to change whenever he got visitor, but… Since the war his fellow snakes had either been imprisoned, or fled, or in the case of Pansy and Blaise, were just too busy or embarrassed or something because they hadn't been to see him, not once. In fact Granger had been the first visitor to actually enter his little home and warehouse. That had been a surprise, and she had invited him to lunch, and Draco had been forced to sort of put himself together in order to go out in public, and still he had been expecting at least someone to insult him or to spit at him or to hex him, but… none of that had happened. Granger had picked a nice restaurant just off Diagon Alley, and the few people who had looked their way had only had eyes for her. She had insisted they make it a recurring event, and he had to admit that h was grateful for their weekly meetings, they were the only times he actually spoke to real people.

He hadn't even minded when Weasley showed up, Weasley had insulted him of course, but then Granger had elbowed him so hard in the ribs he was sure he heard a crack. Weasley had come to a few of their lunches, whenever he had some time off, and slowly his presence grew less abrading to Draco's nerves. He doubted either of them would ever be the best of friends, but they got along fine, all things considered. By this point Draco had managed to get on a pair of trousers and was buttoning up his shirt with fingers that trembled slightly. Maybe he should check the time, the med-witch had told him he was suppose to be eating every three to four hours, and no sweets unless he snuck them in with a meal. He was pretty sure it had been a lot longer than four hours since he had last ate. He felt weak, light headed, like the world was spinning, and now he felt like he might throw up.

Draco leaned against the wardrobe drawer and Potter asked, "Malfoy?"

Draco hummed a bit in response, but kept his eyes closed. Maybe if he could just lie down for a minute or two, yes that sounded quite nice. As he slid to the ground Potter was suddenly next to him, trying to hold him up, then giving up and helping him lie down. Potter muttered something under his breath, then Draco heard him rush off. That was probably a good thing, he didn't really want to be by a wolf right now, even if the wolf was still buried under the human, that wouldn't last. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he suddenly heard Granger ask, "Draco, can you hear me?"

Draco opened his eyes to find that he was in fact surrounded by the golden trio. Funny he hadn't heard them approach, he felt like he was forgetting something. Granger frowned and said, "Draco, I'm going to perform a basic diagnostic spell, just to figure out what's wrong."

Draco groaned and muttered, "I just need to eat something, get my sugar back up."

Granger frowned and said, "Are you diabetic?"

Draco frowned and said, "The med-witch said it was some muggle term, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't it."

Granger pursed her lips, and then asked, "Hypoglycemic? Was that the term?"

Draco gave a slight nod, and Granger gave a worried smile as she pulled out her bag and dug around until she produced some sort of wrapped confection. She opened one end and handed it to Draco who gave it a slightly mistrusting look before taking a bight. He grimaced, it didn't taste very pleasant, in fact it tasted a bit like dirt, but he was pretty sure the med-witch had given him something similar when she had diagnosed him. When he had finished the bar, Granger pulled out a water bottle and again opened it for him. He took a few drinks than mumbled, "Thanks" as he handed the bottle back and leaned back down. After a few minutes the world stopped spinning and his head felt a whole lot clearer.

He sat back up and said, "Alright Potter, I'm prepared to give my statement, but I will tell you right now you and the other Auroras have exactly one hour to complete your investigation, and take any notes before I banish you all from my place of residence."