No more than twenty minutes later, Harry had written the day off as a complete no-hoper. It wasn't yet ten o'clock and there were nine people in his kitchen; one of whom was a stupefied Deatheater, one of whom seemed to have overdosed on a standard measure of pain potion, one of whom was in a murderous rage and one of whom was Draco Malfoy. With all of this to contend with, the fact that he, Ron and Hermione were still in their pyjamas had been put to one side.

Malfoy was watching Hermione painstakingly heal Lucie, rib by rib, as she lay barely dressed on the table mumbling and writhing indignantly. Mr Weasley and Kingsley were taking photographs of the Deatheater and discussing his injuries.

"Was he hit by a rebound?" Kingsley asked George. "The nose looks broken and those are some very nasty contusions."

"Kicked him inna face," slurred Lucie, trying to bat Hermione away and sit up. Kingsley walked to the end of the table and gently lifted her foot to examine the dried blood on her heel.

"Dangerous muggle artefacts, huh?" he said to Arthur with raised eyebrows.

"Nooo! Kick you inna face!" Squealed Lucie, redoubling her struggles.

"Good God, Granger, how much did you give her?" drawled Malfoy, his face hovering somewhere between amusement and alarm.

"Just a standard dose," she replied, fretfully. "Maybe I should have started with a child's dose."

"Maybe," he sneered back, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr Clever!" she snapped, standing and whirling to face him. "I'm not exactly a qualified healer here and I'm doing the best I can to help unlike some people who have nothing more to contribute than stupid remarks!"

At the look on her face, Harry had started to edge between them and it was only because of this that a full scale duel was avoided when Malfoy allowed his grey eyes to take in Hermione's Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms and smirk "nice shorts, Granger!"

"No!" He yelled, restraining her. "Not in the kitchen! Malfoy, if you don't have anything useful to say, you can go and sit in the parlour. Hermione, calm down! You can't just abandon Lucie because he's being a tosser!"

With a glare and a flip of her hair, Hermione went back to the injured girl. Malfoy sighed.

"Where do you keep your potions ingredients, Potter?"

"What for?" Harry asked, suspiciously.

"I'm going to make a solution that will negate the side effects of the pain potion without interfering with the intended effect."

Harry indicated a cupboard and watched intently as Malfoy ground a few things together and dissolved the powder into a bowl of water. It smelled clean and fresh and he found himself relaxing slightly as he smelled it. Malfoy took a clean dishrag and soaked it in the mixture before wringing it out. He then took the rag and clamped it firmly over Lucie's mouth and nose. George leaped towards Malfoy, wand raised, but Lucie stopped struggling, relaxed and took several deep breaths through the damp cloth.

"Thanks," she murmured, as Malfoy removed the rag and used his wand to shine a light into her eyes.

"Brain damage?" she croaked.

"No sign of any beyond your sleeping with a Weasley," he replied, ignoring the withering glares from around the room.

"How do you feel?" asked Hermione.

"Like I took all the drugs," she sighed. "All of the drugs. My whole side is numb. It's really gonna hurt when this wears off, huh?"

"Probably," Hermione said, ruefully. "I've managed to knit the bones, but I'm just not at the level of fixing them all in one go. What's in that solution, Malfoy?"

"Dittany, sage, mint leaves and a scarab shell," he shrugged.

"Where did you find the recipe?" she demanded, the fire of research lighting in her eyes.

"I made it," he replied, looking warily at her. "It's good for headaches too."

"What about negating the effects of joke products?" asked George, sniffing the solution as Hermione fixed Draco with a calculating stare.

"Discuss business later, George, please!" implored Arthur. "I'm really more interested in why and how there was a Deatheater in my son's bedroom!"

"Yes," said Kinglsey. "Now Miss Scott is lucid, if our hosts would like to get dressed, I think I should take over the healing while we discuss the matters at hand."