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Harry woke up early with a dull pain in his left hand and groaned. It was still dark outside and a quick Tempus charm showed him that it was only 6am. He sat up and switched on the light on his nightstand, looking down at his hand which looked revolting.

The skin had a greenish-grey tinge and his whole hand looked at least twice its usual size.

"Damn it..."

He got up and thought for a moment about waking Hermione, but then remembered that Draco had told him that he would be at the Hospital long before 8am. Maybe he was already there? Even though he wasn't sure if Draco would be there that early, he started to dress. Cursing several times while zipping up his jeans, he finally managed to get dressed and headed downstair. There he wrote a short note for Ron and Hermione and pinned it to the kitchen door before he left the house.

...

"Good morning, Mr Potter!" the cleaning woman beamed at him and Harry momentarily wondered how she had been able to recognize him. He had been rushing past her so quickly he was sure all she had been able to see was a blur.

He skidded to a halt, nodded at her and muttered a quick, "Morning," before he turned around the corner and down the corridor where Draco's office was.

Harry knocked twice, hoping that the blond was already there, but nobody answered and he cursed under his breath. Panting heavily, he leaned his forehead against the cool wooden surface of the door and closed his eyes.

In the next moment he nearly fell to the floor.

"Woah," not a second too late, he managed to grab the doorframe and found himself nose to nose with Draco.

The other man's eyes widened in suprise and he blushed, breathing a weak, "Hello."

He then stepped aside to let Harry in and closed the door behind himself.

"My hand," without any preamble, Harry held up his hand, showing it to Draco who let out a sound of surprise.

"What did you do?"

Harry frowned, "Nothing? Well, nothing except for cutting it yesterday."

"You sure?"

Harry nodded hastily, inwardly screaming at the blond to do something.

Draco nodded too, scratching his chin, obviously thinking.

"Okay, come over here," he led Harry over to the cupboards that lined one wall of the office and started to rummage around.

"We will try out this salve, since I think it's just an allergic reaction to the antidote."

"Ron said it might be something like that."

Draco looked up at him, a hint of the familiar sneer on his face, "Did he?"

He pushed Harry down on one of the chairs and sat on top of the table, grabbing Harry's hand.

The blond spread the salve all over Harry's hand and it felt peculiar, almost as if they had been friends for a long time, but there was something else too...

"Done," Draco grinned and hopped off the table again.

Harry watched him walk around the desk where he sat down and started to shuffle around some papers.

"Shall I go home again?"

Draco looked up, one eyebrow raised, "No, why?"

Harry just shrugged and tried to hide his relief that the blond didn't want him to leave. He didn't know why, but it felt nice to be around the blond.

...

Harry was walking down one of the long hallways, his Patronus striding in front of him, but he felt the cold creep up his back and shivered. The Dementors were hovering around him, waiting to strike. Goose bumps covered his arms and he shivered again. His Patronus was fading more and more with every step he took and the dark-hooded figures were closing in on him.

Harry knew that it would have been better to turn around and go back to Draco's office, but the blond had asked him to fetch something for him and he was determined to reach that stupid room and get what Draco needed.

It couldn't be too far anymore...

He took a deep breath, feeling the cold that surrounded him fill his lungs and with one last and feeble flickering, his Patronus vanished.

Instantly the Dementors swooped towards him and in the next moment everything went black.

...

(Draco's PoV)

"What have you done to him?!" Grangers voice was high-pitched and she looked ready to faint.

Draco gave her a nasty look and ran a hand through his hair when he looked down at the unconscious Harry.

"I did nothing. Maybe you haven't noticed, but there are quite a few Dementors around."

Suddenly Weasley burst into the room, rushed towards Draco and grabbed the collar of his robes.

"You ugly, little git! He's around you for a few hours and now look at him!"

The blond pushed the other's hands away and narrowed his eyes.

"You two idiots! I did nothing. Got it?! NOTHING!"

He shook his head and turned back towards the bed, feeling Harry's forehead.

"I am glad that I found him..."

"You shouldn't have let him walk around on his own..." Granger muttered and sat down next to Harry's bed, taking his hand in both of hers.

"You know the state he's in."

Draco sighed, "I wouldn't have thought that they affect him that much. I mean... He fought off so many of them in third year."

The young woman shook her head and tenderly pushed a few hair out of Harry's pale face.

"That was long ago... I'm surprised that he was able to conjure a Patronus at all."

Weasley still stood in the middle of the room and glared at Draco who now looked at him.

"What's your problem? I found him, he'll be alright."

The red haired man snorted, "He would be alright if you wouldn't be around at all. That's my problem."

Draco felt honestly hurt by that words and unfolded his arms in a helpless way.

"How can you blame me for what happened because of the Dementors?! How can that be my fault?"

"Because you're an unbearable git."

Granger looked over at her boyfriend and sighed, "Let's go Ron. We can't do anything for him now. He'll need to rest."

She got to her feet and walked over to the door, but Weasley wouldn't move a single inch.

"I won't leave Harry here with him."

He glared at Draco who opened his mouth to tell him that he should better shut up, but Granger was quicker.

"Come on Ron. We're leaving. Malfoy is a Healer, he'll be around him, we can't help that now."

Once they had left, Draco walked out of the room as well and looked for one of his assistants.

"Hey, Parker!" he called out and the young man turned around, looking startled.

"Yes Mr Malfoy?"

"I want Mr Potter to be moved to my house. I will look after him until he's alright again. Will not be around in the next days, I guess."

Parker's eyes widened, "But sir! You can't stay away! We need you here, you know that."

Draco waved his hand dismissively and already turned to walk to his office and fetch his things.

"You'll be alright even without me around. There are much bettere Healers than I am. Now, please move Mr. Potter to my house. I'll await you there."

The young man finally nodded and stumbled down the hallway towards the room were Harry was.

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