They had arranged to meet in the prefect bathroom at around nine o'clock that night. It was late, but not so late as to get in trouble if caught out of bed. Luckily Hermione and Ron bought into his lies once again and didn't press the matter of where he was heading off to. He didn't feel embarrassed, per se, to be with the blonde-haired Slytherin, he just knew they wouldn't exactly be very supportive. A serious of situations had been formed in Harry's mind about what Draco could have done to receive such punishment, but the majority all lead to the same conclusion: the dark arts. The only thing that made Harry suspicious was the fact that every one of the situations he imagined could actually be true. Hermione and Ron would be in total disbelief over his reasons of helping, so it was best all round for them not to know.
"Malfoy?" Harry called tentatively into the steam-filled bathroom, pushing it open after having been left slightly ajar.
"Potter." A voice replied from behind the steam, stepping forward after a few seconds. The prefect had nothing on but a towel, and Harry couldn't help but let out a small snort of disgust.
"Why are you half-naked?" He questioned, eyebrows raising. "You're not trying to seduce me, are you?"
Draco snorted in much the same way and folded his arms. "It wasn't my intention, Potter, but if you are asking, I'm sure I could -"
Before he could get any further, Harry cut him off. "No, Malfoy. Just... no." He raised his arms in surrender and took a few steps to the side so he could sit down on one of the benches. "How is your back?" He asked, attempting to move onto a neutral subject.
No verbal response was given straight away, but instead, the towel-clad guy turned around. There were several deep slashes across the pale skin, none of which appeared to show any signs of healing over at all.
"Ouch," Harry winced.
"Yeah." Draco replied with a sigh, turning back around and suddenly feeling rather exposed. "Want to get started? I have to get back to do some work."
There was always the option of using accio to retrieve the items needed, but Harry had decided to just bring the required bandages and ointments in a bag, just incase somebody noticed them disappear - but, then again, he had taken them from the medical wing anyway.
"Do you want to, uh, sit down?" Harry asked, trying to think of the best way to get access to the guy's wounded back. "Unless you think there's a better way to do this."
Draco sauntered over casually and sat down infront of the dark-haired guy. "Sitting down's good."
He was trying not to put up much of a front, but certain mannerisms such as the way he stretches his legs out when he sits and the way he sways when he walks just couldn't go to waste. There's no crime in looking good anyway, right?
"This looks really painful," Harry said quietly as he set about arranging the medical equipment. He had considered bringing something to attempt to stitch up the gaping wounds, but didn't really want to hurt Draco so decided against it. That and he had no real first-hand medical experience.
"It's not too bad." Draco lied, thankful that Harry could not see his face when his hand pressed a gauze pad against the first slash. "Just try and be careful." He added, barely being able to suppress the audible grimace of pain. After a moment, the sting intensified as whatever Harry had applied to the pad began to seep into the wound. "Potter!" He exclaimed loudly, practically jumping off the bench, "What did you put on that?!"
Harry picked up the bottle and swirled it around a little, still amazed at the purple liquid contained within. "I'm not exactly sure."
"Please tell me you're not serious, Potter?" Draco hissed, twisting around to face the other guy.
"It's antiseptic of some kind mixed with a mild pain reliever." It wasn't a lie - he had read the label. "Don't worry, it was in the medical wing so it'll be find."
Draco chuckled slightly, "If you told me you brewed it yourself, you know I'd have to kill you, right?"
Harry grabbed the pale shoulders and twisted the guy back round. "I'm thankful I decided against. Now, turn around and shut up."