This story here is supposed to be my main focus, but I'm once again letting my mind trail off…I'm in the midst of writing a Yu-Gi-Oh! story (frickin' abridged episodes on YouTube…) and now out of nowhere, I've started liking the anime Naruto again (more YouTube)…which has compelled me to buy just about every one of the dvd box sets that I can find on amazon! Yeah, I slave at fast-food by day and by night, I watch anime and read/write fanfiction! Wow…I'm tragic! Anyways, since I haven't updated as often as I've wanted to, I hope this sates your taste buds until the next chapter…whenever that will be!

The Need for An Un-Natural Enhancement

The next day, Draco was released from the hospital. With instructions from the healer to not do any long walks on his injured foot, the boy gladly left the confines of his room to head down to the front lobby.

On the second floor, he ran into the intern that was so scared to treat him. The boy spotted Draco at the same time the blonde saw him. Immediately, he flattened himself against the hallway wall, holding dead still.

"Um, you do know I can still see you, right?" Draco asked him. The intern's face looked petrified, but except for his eyes, which were following Draco as he continued to walk by, nothing on his body moved. "Camouflage only works when you blend into your surroundings. Bright green scrubs against plain white walls, not so subtle."

The young man still remained like a statue, totally bug-eyed as he visually trailed Draco. Draco stopped walking and stared at him, narrowing his eyes incredulously. The intern began to visually sweat. "What do you want from me?" he whispered in an almost dramatic way.

"For you to chillax. Damn, you act like I'm going to kill you or something," Draco said. He took one step. No, make that half a step, toward the boy…until the guy screamed and, abandoning the food cart that he'd been pushing, ran screaming down the hall at the top of his lungs.

WTF?!

On the bottom floor, Draco gratefully went through the wide double doors into the hospital's foyer. There, Harry and his parents were waiting for him. Draco frowned at the sight.

"This is it?!" He demanded. "This is all of the entourage that's going to greet me? Why, when I was at Hogwarts and had hurt my arm due to Buckbeak, I had a group of minstrels to serenade me!"

Quietly, Lucius whispered, "Alas my love you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously…" He hummed the rest of the words to himself.

Harry on the other hand, looked about ready to strangle the boy. "Damnit Draco, you're so full of yourself! You're not royalty! Pureblood doesn't make you a prince or a king or something!"

"Shut up Potter, I have parents!" Draco shot back.

Harry's voice caught in his throat. "Low blow…cheap shot…I'll teach you to make fun of the main character's back-story!" He pulled out his wand, but Mrs. Malfoy (who had been looking at a dazed and wandering Gilderoy Lockhart) knocked his arm down.

"I will not have my children making me look like an irresponsible parent. Both of you to the car now! And I don't want to hear a word from either of you!"

What car? Draco thought as he followed Harry outside. The bespecled boy seemed to be heading in some random direction…until the blonde saw his target. A mini Cooper. And when I say mini, I mean mini.

"What the deuce is this?!" Draco blurted out. "A clown car? That thing doesn't look like it could hold one person, much less four! This is preposterous! I—"

"Shut the hell up!" Narcissa bellowed behind them. Her son jumped a foot in the air, then ran the rest of the way to the car. But Draco was a boy raised in the traditional wizarding ways. And these ways did not cross with Muggle inventions such as cars.

Which is why instead of pulling the door handle, he crashed through the back window.

"Oh God! I need a Healer!!!" They could hear him scream.

So, twenty minutes later, they found themselves exiting the hospital yet again! This time with a patch-worked Draco in tow.

"You've really got to stop hurting yourself kid," The nurse from his previous surgery said as she walked him out. Harry and his parents nodded vigorously in agreement.

Harry showed Draco the proper way to get into a car ("See? They have handles that you pull. When pulled, they open," he emphasized for him.). Draco climbed gingerly into the backseat and Harry scrunched himself in next to him…their knees touching. Oh, I'm wrong for that…this is not a yaoi story!

What had been forgotten for this car was the spell to enlarge the inside of it. Harry unfortunately sat behind Lucius. "Man, you really can't stretch your legs in these things, huh?" Lucius said. Then he fumbled beside his seat until he found the lever to pull the seat back…and how he even knew the car could be maneuvered like that was beyond everyone. But for Harry, that was the least of his issues.

This was a grown man with long legs. And he just happened to decide that he had to stretch them with him sitting in the backseat. Harry had to curl up nearly in a fetal position to keep from being crushed.

Oh, for the love of Merlin's Botoxed ass cheeks! This is going to be a long ride!

Not only had the inside not been enlarged, neither did the vehicle move at the speed of light past Muggle vehicles, like the Knight Bus. So, moving at the speed of escargot spittle, they snaked along through London noon traffic.

By the time they reached home, both Harry and Draco were wound tighter than Nagini on the Professor of Muggle Studies' neck during the first chapter of the 7th book…um, yeah.

When the car finally pulled up to the mansion, it took everything in the blonde to keep from crashing through another window to get out. With a flash of sparks, the door burst open and he scrambled on hands and knees until he was on the ground. Harry was knelt in a similar way on the other side of the car. Both boys were kissing the dirt under them and mumbling different thanks of being free from the sardine can.

"If I ever decide to ride in a car again, someone bitch-slap me with a wife-beater on and at the same time call me Big Rudy!" Draco gasped. Even the cows at the far end of the pasture stopped grazing to stare at him. "I mean…metaphorically speaking, heh-heh."

But it was nice to be home again…no more spazzy interns…and doctors with foot fetishes…and puréed chicken with peas. It was meant for the older patients who had no teeth, but Draco was unlucky to be served one of their trays due to the fact that he couldn't make it to the snack machine one floor down instead. Yeah, totally ew.

He stood up straight, and like the pompous ass we all know him to be, (deny it, and I'll hex you!), he strode into the house.

Okay, I know this chapter was awkward. Still, I'm tryin' here… another late night of writing. But I'm getting back into the main plot (my main issue since I write randomly). So, I hope you review and tell me what you thought of this and I'm always open to ideas for future chapters! If you don't want the rest of the reviewers to see it, send it in a personal e-mail!