A/n: Back to Draco's POV
Chapter 3: Malfoy's Etiquette
The Rain thundered as it splattered against the windows. I don't know when I started to spend long hours of the day sitting in blissful silence. I has lost track of how long I had stared at the broken body in front of me. In his state of unconciousness, I had his shirt taken off and examined his wounds. My fathers potion collection in the next room, and house elves at my command, I really didn't need to worry about anything. But I was curious, as to why my worst enemy... would fall at my door, his garments in tatters, his eyes naked without his glasses... why would he ask my help? I flinched as he stirred. He was doing that a lot, my reaction the same every time. I summoned the house elves. One came in with the potion needed. True he was my worst enemy, but things were different now, I felt the need... no... I have responsibility over him... nothing else.
I walked over to him. This was his room. First- Floor, second room to the right of the kitchen. This room was specially meant for father's guests, those who were prestigious in ranks. It had the general theme of class. The mahogany four poster bed, the deep green satin sheets, the plush italian carpeting, the self accessorised wardrobe to fit the guests need, and of course the bathroom with its own jacuzzi/ sauna/ aromatherapeutic bath. Now this room held one guest. My guest. The one who lay in the bed for three days now; silent yet restless .
I had not slept at all, and by now, I had memorised his movements. The couch at the the corner of the room has became my post. I have not left it except to give Potter his medication. Of course he was not in any condition to drink it all by himself, so I had to help him. This time like no other, as soon as the house elf had left, I watched his flawless face. Potter seemed to posses an immunity towards teenage hormones. He has not got a single spot on his face all long as I could remember. I didn't either, but that was due to potions, that I was sure Potter had not heard about.
I picked up the bowl with the silver glass liquid. Sitting down on the bed, I gently lifted his head and place it on my lap. With my left hand I parted his mouth slightly, and my right poured the potion down. Potter's conscious self had adjusted to medicine by now and therefore I did not need to assist Potter in the swallowing process. Thank God.
I walked back to my couch, but before I could get comfortable again, the houself came in with a letter.
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I have received information that Harry is currently at your care. I thank you for showing such hospitality and would ask you to grant me one favour.
If Harry be well enough, could you kindly give him this enclosed letter from his friends. If you think he is in good health, please do not refrain from sending him, as his friends are worried from his silence.
I thank you again Mr. Malfoy for especially showing such cordiality in such a time.
Albus Dumbledore
What does he mean by refrain him? Potter can go where ever he wants. Ok maybe not at the moment. I mean look at him. The bloody idiot can't even get up. I mean still, he can go where ever he pleases. just with medicine. Crap, I know what I need.
I let myself bask in the green and yellow bubbles for a while. It was meant to be relaxing, but I found it hard to enjoy myself.
Why had he come here?
What had happened after the war?
Where had he been all this time?
I stepped out of the bath. What was a waste.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the room, where Potter still lay in bed. I opened the wardrobe (which at the moment held Calvin Klien). Pulling out boxers, black khakis and a grey shirt, I went to change in the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get some food.
I slipped another french toast down my throat, I had forgotten to eat all this while and my hunger had caught up with me. I was working my way to my 7th waffle when the dumb house elves chirped my name.
"What in the world are you guys muttering abou-... I see."
"Malfoy..."
"Morning Potter, toast?"