Yo all! Here's chapter...4? Let's go with that.

Disclaimer: Not mine. All J.K's. I just fuck with her plot line.

"Y-yeah. See you tomorrow."

"Good night Potter." Draco said, before letting our another jaw-cracking yawn. Just before he shut the door, he heard Harry whisper, "Sweet Dreams Malfoy."

Draco left the building strangely happy.

The first thing Draco did when he closed the door to his apartment was call Winky. Right before he graduated Hogwarts, the elf had sought him out, asking to serve him. Draco had already planned on leaving the Manor, and England, and agreed.

"Master Draco." Winky greeted, taking his cloak.

"I need the bath drawn, I need parchment and writing things in there and my study. After that, steak would be wonderful for dinner."

"Right away Master Draco." Winky curtsied and scurried off.

Then, Draco went to his bedroom and lit the fireplace. He flopped- because no one was there to criticize him- into his favorite arm chair, propped his feet up, and called Blaise.

Floo calls have changed a lot in 9 years. Users no longer had to kneel on the floor and stick there head in the flames. Now, they sat in front of the fire and looked through the flames at the other person doing the same. It was like having a face-to-face conversation.

"Draco. I wasn't expecting your call until Friday." Blaise greeted.

"Something has come up. Tell me, what has become of Greyback?" Draco asked, taking the parchment and quill from Winky.

"Why do you ask?" Blaise said slowly, warily.

"Blaise." Draco said with forced patience. "I will tell you, but I need my questions answered first. Now, Greyback?"

"He's missing. Has been for five years." Draco wrote on his parchment.

"How are the Weasels?"

"Why do you care?" Blaise asked.

"Blaise! Seriously? The faster you answer my questions, the sooner I can tell you about my day, and the sooner I can go to bed!" Draco snapped.

"Fine, fine. They're fine. Granger-Weasel is knocked up again."

"Really? Which ones is this? 4? 5?" Draco asked, writing.

"Six."

Draco snorted. "What about Weasellete?"

"Engaged to Smith. Raising Potter's spawn. Twins, named after his parents of course."

Draco dropped his quill. "What?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah. Potter disappeared before she told him."

"Has he been declared dead yet?"

"Not yet. At the year's end, he will be." Draco breathed harshly for several minutes. Finally Blaise asked, "Why all the questions? What happened today?"

"Harry Potter was brought into St. mango's today." Draco said emotionlessly.

Blaise chocked. "R-Really? That's great! For you I mean…"

Draco shook his head. "No…he has Weasellette…and kids…" 'The one thing I could never give him, no matter what.' Draco thought sadly.

"Oh, please, Draco. You've loved that guy since fourth year." Blaise spat.

"I'm his Healer…I need- no have to be professional…He needs me as such, not a friend or…l-lover." Draco's voice cracked.

"How bad is he?" Blaise asked softly.

Draco shook his head. "I can't tell you. Patient Confidentiality Vow." Draco said as he wiped his eyes.

"Dray…what can I do?" Blaise said desperately.

"Nothing. Tell no one. Be on stand by." Draco said morosely. Blaise's eyes widened, but he nodded in understanding.

"Floo anytime." Blaise ordered.

"I will." Draco promised, and yawned.

"Get some sleep. Don't forget to eat." Blaise ordered.

"I didn't plan on it."

"Good-night Dray."

"'Night Blaise." Draco said, and closed the Floo. He stood and stretched, wincing when his vertebrae popped.

"Master Draco, your bath is ready." Winky said.

"Alright. Thank you." Draco said he stumbled to the bathroom. He stripped and slide gratefully into the bath. He rested for exactly five minutes before washing. While his conditioner set, he wrote a letter.

'Granger/Weaselly,

I half expect you to burn this letter upon arrival. However, this is of the utmost importance, and I will write again if I do not receive a reply within a week.

As I am sure you are aware, Harry Potter has been missing for the past five years. However, today, he was admitted to St. Mungo's, Tampa, Florida, United States of America, where I was assigned his case.

He is not fit for travel, or to receive visitors. I will owl immediately when I feel he is ready. I suggest you inform anyone who may be concerned. I do not know everyone and by giving you this task, I will have more time to research how to cure Potter.

Feel free to contact me for anything but Howlers. They react badly with my wards. I will write again when I have more information.

Healer Draco Malfoy'

Draco laid his quill down, and leaned backwards with a sigh, shaking his hand out. "Winky." he called.

"Yes Master Draco?"

"Send this letter with Hermes immediately. When the reply arrives, bring it to me immediately, unless I am in the view of Muggles."

"Yes Master Draco. Are you ready to eat now?" Winky asked. The first thing Draco had done once Winky became his servant was teach her how to speak properly.

"Yes." Draco said, stepping out of the tub. The fluffy green towel floated off the rack towards him. He dressed in a pair of black pajama pants and an old t-shirt and walked to his kitchen, patting his hair with a towel to dry it. He sat down at the table. Winky set his plate in front of him, took the towel, and said, "Hermes has left Master Draco."

"Good. Thank you." Draco said sleepily. He ate quickly and crashed in bed.

All too soon, Winky was waking him up. "Master Draco, you have to be back at the hospital in two hours."

Draco groaned, but pushed himself up. "Alright.: he sighed, then yawned. "Start breakfast."

"Right away Master Draco." Winky said and left.

Draco rolled out of bed and stripped on his way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he put on his Healer robes and brushed his hair, wincing at the mess. He tied it with a clack ribbon like his father once did. He brushed his teeth and glanced down at the drawer under the sink. He stared for several minutes before opening the drawer and pulling out his black eyeliner. He expertly outlined his eyes. The black contrasted with his pale skin and brought out the blue hidden in his irises.

He finished and stared at his reflection. "What are you doing Draco? It's hopeless…" The staring contest between himself and his reflection lasted until Winky reported that breakfast was ready.

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