A/N: Tell me I'm crazy. :D Thank you.

Yeah yeah… this story is quite new… then I turn around and start another one. I have three main stories. "Life From the Start" is almost done. In fact, I only need two more chapters and it will be finished. Then I have this one… my first medical based story. My last one will be my weird as shit Draco becoming a baby story, "Mommy Dearest". I think the title of it tells you something xD and yes, that story is my first Mpreg.

I know, I know… I have "At Your Doorstep", "Blood Secrets", and "Healing Visions" in my repertoire. I'm putting those on the side for now. When I have one of the three mentioned above done, I'll bring one of these in.

Thank you for the reviews!! :D

Italics – the past (third person POV)

Chapter 3: Awake

Harry was quietly watching his puppy play around when the fireplace roared to life. Orange flames were flickering and suddenly, Natalie's face pushed forward. Harry got up from the sofa and knelt before his fireplace.

"Natalie… Are you here to tell me that Mr. Malfoy woke up?"

The young nurse bit her lip. "No, Healer. But he did move his finger… You said I should contact you if Mr. Malfoy moves… even if it's as minor as fluttering eyelids." Natalie smiled lightly. "Are you going to come over?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes," Harry replied. "Go back to his room and see if there are any other signs of him waking up."

"Very well," Natalie said and pulled out.

Harry sighed sat down in front of the fireplace. Storm let out a bark before scrambling over to Harry; the puppy hopped onto Harry's legs and stood on its hind legs, tail wagging happily. Harry smiled and petted the dog's small head.

"I have to leave again, Storm," Harry murmured; Storm let out a soft whine. "I'm sorry, boy, but Draco's… waking up. I have to go back to check on him."

If dogs could pout, then Storm would be pouting right now. The little pup let out a whine, butted Harry's chest, and then hopped off. Harry chuckled as Storm padded over to its doggy bed and curled up to sleep.

"I'll take you with me if I could," Harry said; he pushed himself off the floor and stooped over Storm's bed. "But you know how hospitals are."

Storm let out a huff but licked Harry's hand when the green-eyed man held it out. Harry gave the puppy one last pat before he apparated out of his flat.

HPDMHPDM

As Harry walked into Draco's room, he found Natalie tucking the blanket around Malfoy's body. She looked up and smiled softly at the healer.

"All vital signs are normal, Harry," Natalie reported; Harry was now standing next to her, his white healer's wand in his hand. "He didn't move again, however."

"I really wasn't expecting him to," Harry murmured softly. "He's been through so much. I don't think Mr. Malfoy would wake for another two to three days."

Natalie silently recast the monitoring spell; the blue shield once again covered Draco's entire body.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you," Natalie apologized to Harry. "You should head home and get some sleep."

Harry chuckled. "It's alright; you were only acting upon my orders." Harry then casually threw his arm across Natalie's shoulder, making the nurse blush a bright pink. "I might as well stay here, work on my reports… Mr. Malfoy might wake and it would be a bother for me to apparate from my flat to the hospital or vice versa. Come on, Natalie, let's go to the canteen and grab a cup of coffee. I need it."

Natalie laughed and opened the door. "Of course you do. My treat." She smiled when Harry nodded.

"I'm not going to say no to that offer," Harry said; he dropped his arm and closed the door behind them.

Draco was stumbling through the blood slicked grass. Even though it was dark, he still saw the puddles of blood that people shed. Blood shed from both sides of the war. He had dodged four Killing Curse during the past hour; Draco was exhausted but he knew he could not rest until he was sure every Death Eater was gone.

Draco fought. He fought for endless hours. Screams were heard from all sides of the field; stray hexes were fired from left and right. He was fighting with an exceptionally large Death Eater when an explosion shook the grounds of Hogwarts. Draco was startled and so was the Death Eater he was fighting; he took this opportunity and fired the Killing Curse.

The Death Eater dropped to the ground, his eyes wide in shock.

Malfoy was panting harshly; fighting non-stop was taking its toll on his body. He tightened his grip on his wand and made his way to where the explosion happened. Draco walked over dead bodies, most of them were robed in black. There were students and teachers as well; Draco felt a pang in his heart when he saw how young some of the dead students were. He gritted his teeth, not really caring about the cuts on his body, and continued on his way to the center of the field.

Draco needed to see if he was alright.

There he was. Lying there, his hair fanned behind his head like a dark halo. As Draco crept closer, he saw the gash on Potter's leg. He winced when he saw that the flesh was rotting away as Potter bled. Draco quickened his steps when Harry tried to sit up; he could hear the other teen's pained sobs. Malfoy knelt down next to Harry and pressed his palm on the brunet's chest. Green eyes looked up at him. Harry was so pale… and so in pain.

"… Ma-Malfoy?" Draco noticed Potter's speech was slurred.

Draco smirked at the teen but didn't say a word. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Harry's finger flexed around his wand but didn't move it. Potter was too weak to do much.

"Are you going to kill me now?" Harry asked; Draco watched as Potter closed his eyes. "Do it… Everybody's dead and I'm going to die sooner or later…" Harry then moved his left leg. Draco was sure he could see the bone. "At this rate, all my blood would be spilled onto the ground within five minutes."

Draco sneered; he wanted to slap Harry for thinking he was going to die.

"Shut up, Potter, I'm not going to kill you."

"Then why are you here? Leave, before the remaining Death Eaters come back…"

Draco could see Harry tensed as more blood poured out from his wound. His thoughts turned back to what Harry had just said. Was Potter actually worried about him?

"There are none left; they're all dead and gone. Aurors had arrived…"

Draco sat on his knees. Harry needed to be treated or else he really would bleed to death. Malfoy put his hand over Harry's eyes, the spell to make the brunet sleep on his lips.

"Go to sleep, Potter."

"What… NO!" Harry's eyes widened in panic; Draco removed his hand and smirked at him.

"That's a nasty piece of work," Draco commented; he was staring at the ghastly gash on Harry's left leg.

"Yes, quite. I don't know what hit me… A Death Eater mumbled something and shot the spell at my leg…"

Draco sighed; he knew what it was. "Stop talking, Potter, I know what the spell is."

"You do?" Draco was glad to see a spark of hope in those green eyes…

"It's dark magic… My father made me study them when I was young… I know what the curse is."

There was a smile on Harry's face now. Draco wished he would be around to see that smile more often… He pushed Harry back down again when the teen tried to sit up.

"Can you…?"

Draco let himself smile. Of course he could. He'll heal Potter's leg and then disappear. He cannot stay. There were still families of the dead Death Eaters. They might want revenge on a traitor like himself.

"I can… But now, you shall sleep, Potter."

Draco once again moved his hand near Harry's eyes; he needed Potter to be asleep. The healing process was going to be painful. But there was another reason.

Draco didn't want Harry to see him leave. He didn't want Harry to know. All Draco wanted was for Harry to think that he simply disappeared. That was the way to go.

Malfoy was glad that Harry was too weak; he forced his palm down and muttered the spell. Potter's body went limp and Draco went to work on the cursed wound. Twenty minutes later, Draco finally managed to heal everything. There wasn't even a scar. He tucked Harry's hair behind his ears and smiled. Draco stood up tiredly, his knees felt weak and his whole body was sore. Grey eyes glanced down at the prone body on the bloodied grass.

"Goodbye, Harry. Maybe we'll meet again. Maybe."

Draco spun on the spot and Apparated away.

HPDMHPDM

Draco was sure he had heard a person's voice that sounded just like Potter's. But it couldn't be him, right? The blond wanted so much to open his eyes and see if it really was Harry. He tried but his body wasn't cooperating with him.

Draco tried and tried again, but gave up. He felt really tired but didn't know why.

A door closed; Draco had heard a door closing and that was a long time ago. How long, he did not know. There was also a woman's voice and the unmistakable laughter that was pure Harry.

What happened… Where am I?

Draco struggled; he wanted to wake up. He needed to know.

Heavy lidded eyes slowly opened, revealing bloodshot grey eyes. They scanned the surroundings; things were blue.

"… Wuh…" Draco gurgled; the oxygen mask fogged up.

Draco tried to shift but found that he couldn't. The lower part of his body felt numb… Draco did the only thing he could do at the moment.

He waited.

Natalie came back, holding a cup of hot mocha in each hand. She sighed when she found Harry sitting at a table, close to the windows. He was looking out, a blank stare. The nurse set the cups down and sat down across from the healer. Harry turned away from the window and smiled.

"Thanks…" Harry muttered and took one of the cups.

Natalie took her own and blew on the hot beverage. She took a sip and cradled the coffee in her hands.

"Something is bothering you," Natalie stated. Harry was drinking his mocha; he stopped and set the cup on the table.

"I'm just worried… that's all," Harry answered softly. He tried a smile but Natalie was having none of it.

"I know you're worried about Mr. Malfoy." She held up her hand. "Before you tell me that you worry about all of your patients, I feel that you worry about Mr. Malfoy in a different way."

Harry sighed and looked down at his cup of coffee. "He saved my life. Eight years ago. Tonight's the first time I've seen him since he disappeared eight years ago."

"He saved you?" Natalie asked; her expression softened. She reached out and touched Harry's hand. "What happened?"

"You remember the war don't you?" Harry asked; he was still looking down at his cup.

"Oh yes, I was sixteen then," Natalie said softly. "Even though I wasn't living here, I knew all about it in France. The whole Wizarding world was in joy when you defeated You-Know-Who."

"Draco… he found me when I was hurt. A curse slashed my leg. I thought I was going to die that night," Harry continued. "He healed me and when I woke up… he was gone. I never got the chance to thank him. I didn't know where he was. Eight years passed… and now, he's here. Unconscious and possibly might not walk again."

Natalie leaned back against her chair. "You've told us that you became Healer because someone motivated you to become one. Was that 'someone' Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes," Harry answered.

"Is he also the one that prevented you to have a serious relationship with someone?"

Harry looked up, his eyes wide in shock. "What-how-what?"

"I've been working under you for the last two years, Harry. I've seen your boyfriends, but they never lasted more than three months. Is it because you love Mr. Malfoy? He's the one in your heart. Does he love you?"

Harry planted his elbows on the table and rubbed his face tiredly. "I-I don't know… but you're right. I love him. That's why I can't keep a relationship. I can't drag them on; I never truly loved them. I did, but it's not the same. I break them off before we got too far," Harry confessed. "As for Draco… I don't know if he feels…"

Natalie was about to comfort Harry when her wand glowed inside her robe pocket. She took it out; it was warm in her hands. Natalie stood up quickly, almost upsetting the table. Harry looked up at her.

"What is it?"

"It's Mr. Malfoy. He's awake."

"Awake as in… he moved?" Harry frowned at the nurse.

"No, Healer. Awake as in his eyes are opened. My wand will only glow blue if the patient was truly awake." She held out her wand in front of Harry's face.

Harry was up in a flash, his Healer's robe billowing behind him as he exited the canteen. Natalie followed him as fast as she could. They stood in front of Draco's room; Harry hesitated before sliding the door. He took five long strides and was by Draco's bed. Natalie stood on the other side and deactivated the monitoring shield.

Harry bent down and gently removed the oxygen mask. "Mal-Draco… Can you hear me?"

Grey eyes looked at him; they were a bit glazed but Harry was glad to see they were trained on his face. He was more elated when Draco gave him a feeble nod.

"His vitals are all at normal levels, Harry."

Potter looked at the nurse and nodded. Draco turned his head and mouthed words; Harry shook his head and placed his finger on Malfoy's chapped lips.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow. For now, rest."

Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

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A/N: Yes, yell at me that I took so freaking long to update. Yes, yell at me that this chapter is stupidly short. But I updated! :D –runs away-

As to why Draco was seeing blue, it was because he's under the monitoring shield. It's blue, remember? :P

Thanks for reading!