For What May Come...

Chapter Three

Please, call me Malfoy

"C-cancer?" Draco stuttered. He gripped the edge of the bed, not believing what he was hearing. 'Cancer? I can't have cancer. It's-it's just not possible! Oh god,' He thought to himself not knowing what else to do or how to react. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He couldn't feel. "Cancer." He repeated to himself, trying to take in the information.

"I'm very sorry, Draco." He heard Harry speak up beside him. He felt the brunette place a hand on his shoulder but he pushed the hand away.

"Shut up!" Draco spat harshly, "If you're joking about this you better say so now because this is not something you fucking joke about!"

Harry's eyes widened at the blond. "Draco... I wish I could say this was a joke, but you have cancer." his voice was soft, a bit above a whisper.

"Stop saying that!" the blond erupted, standing up. He stared at the floor running his fingers through his hair, knotting the blond locks. Tears welled up in his eyes. "I...no...just...how...Why the fuck did this happen to me!" he clenched his fists, wanting to punch something, or someone. Tears were running freely down his cheeks. He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, to cry, to push all of this new information out, or to go back in time. His breath hitched and his sobs became choked. He grabbed his chest and fell to the floor. Potter was at his side rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering in his ear. "Potter...I...I can't breathe." the blond managed to say despite the constricting pain increasing in his chest.

"Draco, don't worry. You'll be okay." Harry said his voice fading into the background. "Don't worry." was the last thing Draco heard before his world went black.

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'...What the hel- Ow! My head. Where am I? What happened? This isn't my bed.'

Draco woke with a throbbing headache. A headache like he'd never had before. A headache so horrid he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy.

'Semi-truck on my chest. ...Get off.'

What was that? A heavy truck on his chest? Why did it hurt so much? He lifted his arm bringing them up, trying to push the weight off of his chest, but found nothing was there. A door slammed in the distance...well maybe not slammed. Draco was a little to out of it to tell. Following the slam a pair of feet shuffled around the room. He opened his eyes only to regret having done so. White hot pain flooded through his head. He whimpered and turned away from the offending light.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." a female voice apologized, "Is it the lights?" Draco's answer was a groan. "Right, then. I'll dim them for you and send a doctor in."

'Doctor?' Draco reluctantly opened one eye afraid to see where he was exactly. 'Please not in the hospital, not in the hospital.' he chanted in his head. 'Shit.' He cursed, realizing that he was indeed in the hospital. 'Oh yeah, I have cancer.' Exhaling deeply, he thought to himself, this day couldn't possibly get any worse. Although, when a familiar face popped through the door it proved just how wrong he was.

"Good evening, Draco. How are feeling?" Harry asked, his voice small and soft.

"Peaches, until you came in." he snarled.

"I see you aren't doing to bad considering you already throwing insults at me." He said offering him a small smile.

"Fuck you." Harry frowned and Draco caught it immediately. "Potter I don't need your pity!" He spat, crossing his arms across his chest.

Harry's eyes widened, shocked at how Malfoy was acting, though he couldn't blame him. His widened eyes turned hard, glaring at the blonde. "Trust me, Malfoy. I am far from pitying you." He snarled angrily, turning his full attention towards the heart monitor. Guilt stabbed at his chest. He had no right to say that, even if it was Malfoy. He couldn't begin to imagine what Malfoy was going through or how he was feeling, of course he was going to lash out. "I'm sorry. That was rude." Harry waited for a reply, but nothing came.

"Okay, it seems as though you had a panic attack, brought on by stress perhaps shock-" Draco cut him off with a snort.

"What was your first guess, doc?" He quipped back.

"We are going to keep you here for the remainder of today and a couple of days after to run some tests and watch over you. We also want to start your chemo as soon as possible."

"What? No!" he argued sitting up. "Potter, I can't stay here." he removed the breathing tube from his nose.

"Draco, What are you doing? Stop." Harry said alarmed by his actions. He walked over, trying to calm Malfoy down.

"NO!" He began to stand but Harry grabbed him by the arms trying to reason with him and restrain him. "Potter, get off of me!"

"Malfoy, Stop! Calm down!" Harry said beginning to panic. Why was Malfoy acting this way? What did he say to cause this sudden change of mood. Malfoy looked absolutely terrified.

"No, no, no, no!" he screamed and did something that Harry had never seen in all of his medical career. Malfoy grabbed the IV that had been inserted into his left arm and pulled. The IV was ripped from his arm and blood began to pour. The sheets were already stained with a fair amount of blood and Malfoy was still going. Harry took a moment and ran over to the wall pressing the button that alerted the doctors.

"Help! I need some assistance!" He screamed making his way back over to Draco.

"P-potter-r s-stay away-" Draco slurred before his legs gave out and he stumbled to the floor pulling the bed sheets along with him.

"Draco! Draco, stay awake! You're going to be all right." Harry knelt down beside him. Draco summed up what energy he had left to glare at the man who sat beside him.

"Fuck you, Potter."

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The first thing Draco became aware of was an annoying beeping noise. A consistent wail that wouldn't stop. Was he being tortured he asked himself. 'I wonder-OW! SONOFA-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?' A stabbing pain shot through his left arm. 'I've had bloody well enough of this pain. I going to kill Potter!' He reached up wanting to run a hand through his hair in a frustrated manor but found that he couldn't. His eyes shot open and instantly darted to his hands. 'Oh Fuck No!' he thought, his eyes wide as saucers. Restraints. Restraints held him to the bed. One on each of his wrists.

Harry walked through the door just then, whistling something awful.

"Oh I see you're awake." He smiled. 'What the hell? Was potter some damned sadist? I'm growing tired of this asshole popping up all the time.'

"Potter, you ass! Get these off me this instant!" A frown tugged at the corners of Harry's mouth.

"Sorry, Draco, but I'm afraid I can't do that."

Draco was positively flaming at those words. "Potter, if you know what's good for you you'll-"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, standing his ground. "I'm sorry but we can't have you pulling about stunt like the last."

"Potter...you can't...do this!" his voice wavering. His eyes were becoming hot with tears, blurring his vision. He gritted his teeth swearing that he wouldn't let a single tear fall in front of the scarhead. He closed his eyes and buried his fingernails into his palms. After taking in a couple of deep breaths Draco opened his eyes and to his surprise Potter was gone. 'That bastard.' How dare he leave him restrained to this bed like some damned nutter? He tugged on the straps one last time in a helpless attempt to free himself.

Draco hated hospitals to say the least. He hadn't stepped a foot inside of a hospital since the day his mother died. The woman who gave him everything. The woman who was murder by the hand of his bastard father.

Draco remembered sitting in her room at St. Mungos when the piercing scream of the flat line on the heart monitor filled the room. Draco had faith that she was going to make it when they were taken to the wizarding hospital. The killing curse had missed her by an inch sparing her life. But the powerful effects of the curse was strong enough to send her into a coma. Though, a coma wasn't a good thing, at least she wasn't dead. He thought of it as a sign from god. So, how was it fair that she had died only an hour after their arrival?

His breath hitched. He couldn't think about this. He couldn't be here. Being here would kill him faster than the cancer would. He swiped the back of his hand over his eyes, brushing away the tears, suddenly very tired. It was times like these that he wished he was in a coma.

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"Mother! Mother!" Draco screamed, blinking away the small green spots that danced in front of his eyes. He looked over at his mother who he'd thought to be dead but by some miracle, was alive. He heard small gasps escape her mouth as she attempted to breathe.

"Mother!" He screamed once again. He stood up, noticing for the first time that the invisible bonds were gone. He rushed over to her and collapsed by her side. He grasped her hand and clutched it in his.

"Lucius!" the Dark Lord hissed from behind.

"Crucio!" his father yelled. A searing pain soared through his body. Though he had been under this spell many times before, he'd never grown used to it. If anything it only got worse. Draco didn't know how long he'd been under the spell, a minute or an hour. But when it was lifted he could have hugged someone. He gasped, swallowing the vomit in the back of his mouth.

"My, my. It seems your son in stronger than I thought. This shall be interesting."

"Fuck you!" Draco screamed as much as his voice would allow him. His eyes flashed in rage at the man he used to call his father. He pushed himself off the ground, his legs like jello beneath him, before pointing his wand at him.

"Polyamorous!" an orange light shot from the tip of his wand, and hit his father square in the chest. He watched with satisfaction as he fell to the ground with a thud, clawing at his flesh and screaming in pain.

"No!" Voldemort hissed. "Youlltelphus!" Draco, too busy staring at his father on the ground basically skinning himself alive, didn't see a blue light heading directly for him until it was too late. He fell to the floor blood seeping though his every pore. His head lulled to the side to see another spell headed straight for him...wait no. It was the door opening, and behind it stood...Potter?

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"Draco!" Harry screamed, shakingthe blond's shoulders. Draco shot up, almost butting heads with Harry in the process. He leaned over the edge of the bed and sent his vomit hurling towards the floor. "Shit, Draco! Are you all right?" Harry asked.

When the vomiting subsided Draco sat back and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He glanced down at the open restraints pondering, momentarily, when Potter had taken them off.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked once again, before buzzing for a nurse. He placed a hesitant hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Get off me Potter!" Draco spat slapping his hand away. "Do I look fucking all right to you?" If he could get his hands around Potter's throat without going to prison he thought to himself. "I need to get out of here. I have a job to go to. A home to get to. A- shit Sanzo! Potter, I need a phone."

"What's a Sanzo?" Harry questioned.

"It's my fucking dog, Potter, now hand me a phone!"

"You have a dog?"

"That's what I said, is it not?"

"You mean dog? As in animal?"

"Is there any other?"

"Well-"

"Phone!"

"Next to you."

Draco reached over and picked up the cream colored cord phone. He held it to his ear checking for a dial tone before dialing Brent's digits. The phone rang once before he glanced up, seeing Potter still standing by his bed.

"Potter, do you mind? A little privacy never did any wrong." Draco sneered.

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, Blondie. I have to monitor your calls. Wouldn't want you to plan an escape, would we?" Harry smirked, his eyes twinkling.

Draco gritted his teeth and was about to retort when a voice was heard on the other end of the line.

"Brent?"

"DRACO?!" Brent shouted. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"Thanks, Brent. I didn't need that ear drum any way." he muttered, "I've been a little tied up...literally." He said eyeing the restraints.

"Whatever. Where are you?"

"...inhostal."

"What?"

Draco cleared his throat. "...In a hospital."

"WHAT?!" Draco flinched at the loud tone, silently wishing there was a volume button on this ancient phone. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Draco could hear the concern in his friends voice. Brent knew of his fear of hospitals though Draco had to tweak the story a bit by, obviously, leaving out the wizarding world.

"I couldn't." He stated, glaring at Potter.

"I'm coming over."

"Fine, but could you stop by my place and feed Sanzo."

"Yes."

"Oh, could you also grab my work case and bring it over?"

"Yep."

"Thanks, bye."

Draco hung up the phone and glared at Potter. "Satisfied?"

"Yeah, actually. I got some last night."

Draco's eyes widened and he drew his face up in disgust. "Potter, please tell me for the love of my fucking sanity that you did not just crack a sex joke with me!"

Harry merely chuckled and shook his head. "Of course not, your highness."

A nurse popped her head in the door. "Doctor Potter, you're wanted in room 205."

"Thanks, Jules."

"I'll be back later this afternoon, Draco."

"Please, call me Malfoy." Draco smirked and batted his eyelashes.

"Sure thing, Draco." with that Potter left the room.

AN: Ba da bup bup bah I'm loving it! And I hope you are too. SO there is Draco's reaction. He's a bit cranky in this chapter but can you blame him? I think next chapter we'll see a flash of friendship between the two boys. :) Yay! So please stay with me. :D Review and tell me what you think so far and if I should have a friendly moment between them or not. :) and I also apologize for any mistakes that I made. I didn't have my friends read over it but I swear I checked. :D