Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.

Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.

AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta. Thanks for reading.

Love is Blind

Chapter Two: I'll Make You a Deal

Calmly, Draco let his wand fall to the floor, his hands held with palms open to show he had nothing else to hide. A firm hand grasped his shoulder, spinning him around so the wand now pointed at his throat in a deadly manner. Draco caught the gasp of surprise that was trying to claw its way up. It was no mistake, in front of him stood Harry Potter who looked almost unrecognizable due to the poor shape he was in. Bags under his eyes that appeared distant and glassy, perhaps he had been drinking? The blonde mused as he took in more of Harry's disheveled appearance. Pale, sunken skin and the man desperately needed a shave. His hair still an unruly mess, Draco thought and had to stop himself from laughing.

"What are you doing in my house, Malfoy?" Harry said in a dangerously low voice while pressing his wand deeper into the blonde's neck.

Draco felt his lip curl into a sneer. "Trust me, Scar head, I wouldn't be caught dead here if it weren't for your Ginger army."

"I'd think I would have known if you were coming over here, Malfoy." Harry spat. Draco flinched as he felt spit hit his face and without a moment's hesitation he slammed his head into Harry's causing the brunette to crash to the floor.

Draco was stunned momentarily; he hadn't expected Harry to go down so easily. He watched as the brunette helpless fumbled to find his wand that had fallen.

"Harry!"

The new, yet familiar, voice called causing Draco's head to snap up to meet those of Ron Weasley.

"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, how could you hit a blind man?" Ron roared as he helped Harry up.

"B-blind?" Draco asked dumbly. "How can he be blind, he knew it was me!"

"Because you still wear that poncy cologne you did in school!" Harry grumbled in response, clutching his head in hopes of soothing the dull ache that was plaguing his head.

Draco flushed slightly at that statement. "Is not." He defended lamely. "So I'm assuming this is the ailment you spoke of, Weasley?"

Harry glared in Ron's general direction. "What is he on about?"

"Um…" Ron stalled, knowing any chances of this meeting going smoothly had diminished. "Mate, you got to promise to not get mad, alright? I'm only trying to help you."

"Help me?" Harry repeated. "How is Draco Malfoy going to help me? Face it, Ron, my sight isn't coming back!"

Ron's eyes were downcast at that statement, his fist clenched tightly by his sides. "You don't know that. We haven't tried everything. Why are you so determined to stay like this?"

Draco watched as the two argued, his patience waning as they continued to bicker as if he were not there. He loudly cleared his throat, drawing the attention solely on him.

"Hate to interrupt this lover's quarrel, but like it or not I've been blackmailed into helping you, Potter. So, please, stop wasting my time and let me have a look at your eyes. The faster you let me look the faster I'll leave." The blonde offered as if he were bargaining with a child.

Ron took hold of Harry's hand, leading the unwillingly brunette along as he signaled for Draco to follow. The redhead ushered them into the sitting room, him and Harry taking a seat on the couch while Draco pulled a few tools out of his medical bag.

"Potter, I'm going to need you to sit still and Weasley, if you could give me some background or even a medical record that be helpful."

Harry twisted his face away from Malfoy's grip. "Not much to tell, Malfoy. I was hit by a spell while on duty and now my sight's gone and no one has been able to find a cure."

"Yet." Draco interjected. "I happen to be the best in the business, Potter. Also, don't make me restrain you because I will if I have too." The blonde said in all seriousness as he continued diving back into his bag for more supplies. "Let me see your hand."

Ron pushed Harry's hand toward Draco, who pricked Harry's finger and drained some of his blood into a vial he had handy. Harry let out a hiss when he felt Draco pinch his finger. He had some of the most life threatening wounds, yet the tiniest cuts always hurt the worse. Harry was held in place by Ron as Draco continued his examination. After what felt like an eternity of poking and prodding the blonde announced he was done, allowing Harry and Ron to relax.

Carefully, Draco started to pack up his things and was getting ready to leave when another redhead entered the room.

"Hello." George called with a smile and a wave, not even deterred that Malfoy was in the room. A frown covered his face as he looked about the room closer. "Really, Ronnie, you could have gotten everyone some tea."

Harry laughed softly at George's attempt to lighten the mood. "Yeah, Ron and a spot of dinner wouldn't hurt either."

"Oi! I'm not the maid." Ron replied in a joking manner. "Besides I wasn't sure about…" His eyes flickered towards Draco's form causing George to roll his eyes.

"Oh, you're absolutely right, little brother how stupid of me. Care to join us for dinner, Malfoy? "

Draco was taken aback by the casual manner George had asked him to stay and found he was at a loss for words. "I…"

"Great!" George exclaimed with a clap of his hands. "I'll go out and fetch some take away."

Before anyone could object the elder redhead popped off leaving the other three in an awkward silence.

"So how did you get in the medical field, Malfoy?" Harry asked in an incredulous tone. "Always thought you'd follow in your father's footsteps and work for The Ministry."

"Harry…" Ron said calmly as if to warn him, only for Draco to hold up his hand.

"Its fine, Weasley. As for your information, Potter, not that it is any of your business, I wanted to help people. And considering I owe you quite a bit I've decided I'm not charging for my services this time."

"I said I could bloody pay!" Ron bit out, annoyed at the sudden act of charity.

"Which, I didn't ask you to do!" Harry practically screamed in frustration.

Draco couldn't help but smile. This was more like it! The anger and hatred reminded the blonde of their rivalry at Hogwarts. A classic sneer covered his face as he spoke, "I don't care that you can pay I said I was doing it for free."

"Whatever, I'm making that tea." Ron grumbled as he stormed towards the kitchen.

Draco savored the disgruntled look on Ron's face and continued to fiddle around with a few of his medical instruments, hoping Potter would think he was preoccupied and wouldn't bother him. As he mechanically packed away his things, the blonde kept his eyes trained on his patient. A further analysis of Potter told Draco many things. It was obvious Potter hadn't been eating or sleeping properly and Merlin knows the last time the man had been outside. How the Saviour of the Wizarding World had fallen so gracelessly was a wonder.

"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I don't exist, Malfoy." Harry stated, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Draco looked Harry straight in the eyes, both of their gazes unwavering as they stared at one another.

"I know," Draco replied. "But it's not like your eyesight was that great to begin with."

Harry let loose a bark of laughter. "As blunt as ever are we, Malfoy?"

"Some things never change." Draco said with a smirk, his bag clicking shut. "If that's all, I think it's time for me to take my leave. Unless there is something you're not telling me?"

Harry tilted his head back against the couch, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. "Nothing else to tell, Malfoy. You can leave."

Draco gave an unconscious nod, laying a folder of papers in front of the brunette. "There are papers in there that require your signature. Weasley should be able to help you. If the language proves to be to jarring feel free to ask me next time visit.

"And when will that be?" Ron asked as he reentered the room with a tray of tea cups.

"As soon as Potter signs those papers, I can access his medical records."

Ron set the tray down and picked the papers. "Well, what are we waiting for then?"

Draco watched with an amused grin on his face as Ron tried to pronounce every other word as he read aloud from the document. Ron's cheeks flushed with embarrassment a colour that rivaled his red hair. It appeared he wasn't the only one amused as Harry was also smiling.

"Ron, maybe you should just let Malfoy read it." Harry said after a few minutes of Ron's blundering.

Ron threw the papers back down to the table, taking his previous seat next to Harry with his arms crossed.

"I'll make this simple so the two of you can understand. This document assures my confidentiality about your case, Potter. It also give me access to your medical records and is a binding contracting that can only be broken if you wish."

"So if fire you like I did all the others?" Harry quipped.

"Give him a chance, Harry. What's the harm?"

The three of their heads turned to see George with two paper sacks in his hands. Ron's stomach growling loudly in response.

"Who's hungry?" George asked as he made his way to the kitchen. Without a second thought, Ron followed his brother, once again leaving the former Slytherin and Gryffindor alone.

"Help me sign the damn papers, Malfoy." Harry sighed.

Draco picked up the pen and sat next to Harry, his hand gently guiding the brunette's across the paper. The touch felt foreign to the blonde, almost intimate compared to his daily gestures with Astoria. After what felt like more than a few minutes, Harry pulled his hand away and thrust the papers in Draco's direction.

"Oh, and Malfoy, if those papers aren't what you said they were you'll be in Azkaban before you can say Dementor."

"Pleasure doing business with you, Potter."