Summary: Draco is a Healer, Harry is an Auror. When an accident sends Harry to St Mungo's and into Draco's care they begin to wonder if things can ever go back to the way they were.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings that you recognise; they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not making any money from this story.

A/N: Hi guys, here is your weekly update, right on schedule. I hope you like it... x

Chapter Thirteen: You're Just Jealous

"Draco!" Harry threw himself onto the ground beside his boyfriend's motionless form, his trembling hands unable to find a pulse. He cradled the Slytherin's platinum head and found that his hand was met with alarming dampness. He looked down at his palm to see that it was covered in blood.

"Is he -?" Ron shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, there was a crowd of people behind them as the rest of the family returned from the garden.

"Harry? You were gone an awfully long time and – good heavens! Arthur? Arthur, come quickly!"

"Merlin's beard! Harry, what happened?!"

Blinded by tears, Harry was dimly aware of someone's hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from Draco, but he shrugged them off. He opened his mouth to speak but found that his voice no longer worked. Finally, Ron pointed to the top of the stairs where Ginny stood, looking horrified at the scene playing out below. She was shaking like a leaf and looked as though she was about to be sick.

"Ginevra Weasley, you explain what happened RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Mrs. Weasley may have not have been the largest person in the world but her presence at that moment seemed to fill every available space until every member of the family was cowering away from her. Harry hugged Draco to him, everything he had learned in his Auror training momentarily forgotten, and he suddenly felt himself being dragged to his feet and, without warning, forced into a suffocatingly tight space. By the time he had blinked back the tears and cleared his head enough to register that he was in a busy waiting room and not the hallway of the Burrow, there was a loud pop and Bill Weasley appeared at his side, carrying Draco's limp form. He strode over to a group of medi-witches and then glanced back at Harry, inclining his head to show that he was to follow. A medi-witch levitated Draco onto a stretcher and they walked behind as she wheeled him through a maze of corridors, finally reaching a door marked Ground Floor: Artifact Accidents.

"But there weren't any artifacts involved," Harry said, looking confused. "He was pushed down the stairs."

"Yes, but this department is less specialised than, say, Spell Damage, and his injuries can be healed easily by a medi-witch instead of taking up a Healer's time which could be used on a more pressing case," she explained.

"A more pressing case?" he spluttered, looking outraged. "He's unconscious! He's barely breathing!"

"Sir, I understand that you're worried but I assure you that we'll have him fixed up in no time," she said gently. "His injuries were not sustained from a spell and so he is not considered a critical case."

"Well, make him a critical case!" Harry had never used his celebrity for his own personal gain before but making sure that Draco had the best possible care was his priority. He drew himself up to his full height. "He is a head of department in this hospital – a hospital to which I have donated very generously over the past few years. I trust you're aware that I paid for the renovation of almost every room in the Janus Thickey ward?"

"Well, yes but -"

"I want him in a private room with the best Healer that this hospital has to offer!" Harry interrupted and she nodded fervently.

"Of course, Mr. Potter," she summoned another medi-witch and they spoke in hushed tones before grabbing the stretcher and directing it towards the lift. Once inside, they pressed the button for level four and continued onwards, finally stopping at a large private room at the end of a very long corridor. They indicated for Harry to sit down before they transferred Draco onto the pristine white bed and began bustling around the room, occasionally leaving for a moment and returning with a brightly coloured vial. He watched nervously, gripping the edge of the hard plastic chair and wishing that there was something he could do to help. Would there be a Healer willing to help an ex-Death Eater? From what Draco said, many of the staff who worked at the hospital either frostily polite but respectful of his ability to do his job, or simply tolerated him so as not to jeopardize their own. So many people had been affected by the war and, though it was long over, few people were willing to forgive those that caused their suffering. After what seemed like an hour had passed, Ernie Macmillan entered the room wearing Healers robes and the same slightly pompous expression that he had worn at Hogwarts. Harry almost passed out with relief; Ernie would not turn his back on anyone that needed his help, no matter who they were.

"Ernie!" he cried, jumping to his feet. "Thank Merlin!"

"Harry!" the ex-Hufflepuff shook his hand firmly, looking slightly surprised. "You're the last person I'd expect to see in Draco Malfoy's hospital room!"

"It's a long story," Harry replied, attempting a smile.

"I'll bet!" Ernie said cheerfully as he made his way over to Draco's bedside, pulling his wand out of his robes and drawing it back and forward in the air, casting various diagnostic spells over the Slytherin's chest. Every so often he would pause to make a note on the clipboard, nodding and murmuring to himself. After a few minutes, he replaced his wand and turned to Harry, a slight smile on his face. "Well, it's not as bad as it looks. The blow to his head was what knocked him unconscious but one of the medi-witches has given him a potion to keep him out of it for the pain, just until we can heal his other injuries. He has a couple of broken ribs and a fractured wrist but, aside from that, it's mostly just bumps and bruises," his smile widened at the look of relief on Harry's face. "He's going to be as right as rain, Harry."

The Gryffindor sank into his seat with his head in his hands and gave a shaky laugh. "Thank you, Ernie," he said, his voice muffled slightly. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

"No problem," the other man replied, pulling the stopper out of a small vial. He sat Draco up slightly and emptied the contents into his mouth, massaging the blonde's throat to make him swallow. "It's my job."

"When can I talk to him?"

"We'll keep him heavily sedated overnight to allow the bones to knit together and then monitor his progress from there. I prefer to use Dreamless Sleep in minor bone healings like this as pain potion is very addictive and can cause adverse side-effects. I try to avoid it unless the patient is in a terrible way and I have no other choice. I don't like to give timescales in case the full extent of his injuries…" the Healer trailed off as he caught sight of the look on Harry's face. "However, I'm confident that he'll be fully healed and ready to go home tomorrow afternoon."

"Can I stay with him?"

"Well, yes, but he won't know that you're there," Ernie frowned. "You might as well go home and get some rest. Visiting hours are ten 'til eight so you can always come back..." he trailed off once more as the Gryffindor glared at him from the other side of the bed. "Of course you can stay, Harry. I'll arrange for pillows and a blanket to be brought through."

"Thanks, Ernie," he sighed as his friend left the room, closing the door behind him. Looking at his watch, he found that it was only eight o'clock but he couldn't remember ever feeling so tired. He turned out the hideous yellow light that was making his head pound and, toeing off his shoes, he slipped into bed beside his boyfriend, taking extra care not to press against his ribs. He kissed the blonde gently on the cheek and whispered, I love you, before closing his eyes and swiftly slipping from consciousness.

When he awoke, it was with a sense of panic that he couldn't quite place. He sat bolt upright, breathing heavily and squinting a little in the darkness, and fumbled for his wand. Casting a quick lumos, he shone the light on his watch and groaned when he saw the time: 3.30am He suddenly felt movement and he looked down to see Draco sleeping beside him, his feeling of unease leaving him instantly. Feeling his breathing return to normal, he lay on his side facing his boyfriend, a small smile on his face. He traced a finger over Draco's cheekbone, where an enormous purple bruise had appeared, and felt tears well in his eyes again. How could he have been so stupid? He knew how intent Ginny was on getting him back – how had it never occurred to him that she would attempt to remove any and all obstacles from her path? It was the most obvious thing in the world but Harry's vision was clouded by his do-gooder nature, which was determined to see the good in everyone. He buried his face into the crook of Draco's neck, pulling the blonde closer to him.

"I love you so much," he said thickly, a few tears escaping.

"Are you ever going to say that when I'm conscious?" Draco whispered back, his voice dry and scratchy.

"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice down. "Thank Merlin you're alright!" he slackened his grip to avoid hurting him but the Slytherin grabbed his arm, effectively pinning him in his current position. The Gryffindor replaced his head on Draco's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was pushed down the stairs," the blonde gave a wheezy laugh, sitting up slightly. "Can I have some water?"

Harry conjured a glass of water with a wave of his wand and pressed it into Draco's hand, watching intently to make sure he drank it all. In that moment of silence, it dawned on him what Draco had said as he woke up.

"What did you mean when… when you said about… when I said…"

"Relax, Harry, I know that you say it every night when you think I'm asleep," Draco grinned as he set the empty cup down on the bedside table. "I've been waiting for you to say it properly but it seems that you still can't do it, even after your psycho ex tried to kill me."

Harry frowned, dropping his gaze. "I'm so sorry about that."

"It wasn't your fault," Draco looked confused. "You didn't know that she would do that."

"But I should have guessed. I just didn't want to believe that things could get that out of control," Harry explained, adding quietly, "and I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you."

"It's okay. I knew that you felt it, even if you didn't say it."

"No, it's not okay. If you love someone, you should tell them every day, because -" he broke off, memories of everyone that he had lost flashing through his mind. Sirius asking him to move in with him. Remus announcing the birth of Teddy. His parents smiling and waving at him from the depths of the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore surveying him through twinkling blue eyes, always ready to impart with advice or general insights into life's many hardships and confusions. Laughing and joking with Fred over various new Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products. Dobby appearing at his bedside wearing mis-matched socks and more woolly hats than was practical. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to go on. "Because you might not have the chance again." Draco pulled him close and he felt tears well in his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time. It had been a long time since he had felt as safe as he did at that moment. "Everyone that I've loved has died."

"I'm not going to die," Draco said forcefully but Harry merely shook his head.

"Look at you!" he gestured to the Slytherin's many injuries. "My telling anyone that I love them is a curse! This would never have happened if we weren't together!"

"You think that this is the first time I've been beaten up?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'm an ex-Death Eater, Harry. Believe me, this is nothing."

"It's not nothing to me! I mean, just look at you face - one side of it is completely purple!"

Draco's hand instinctively flew to his cheek and he smirked slightly. "Ah yes, that wasn't from my little… tumble. Your delightful wife hit me with a Trip Jinx as I entered the bathroom and the sink broke my fall."

"For fuck's sake, Ginny," Harry seethed, unable to express how angry he was with his ex-wife. Draco placed a hand on Harry's arm in an attempt to calm him down.

"It doesn't matter. Hopefully this has given her the shock that she needs," Draco said confidently. "She'll sign the divorce papers and you can get on with your life. With me," he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Harry's lips, laughing as he pulled away. "I'm the one who was pushed down the stairs but I somehow end up looking after you! How does that work?!"

"I'm sorry! I'll take care of you from now on," Harry laughed, sitting up. "What would you like me to do?"

"No, no… never mind me!" Draco sniffed, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. Harry laughed loudly and began to tickle Draco's sides, causing the blonde to explode into peals of unrestrained laughter. The blonde fought with venom to remove himself from such a vulnerable position until their scuffle was interrupted by an irate-looking medi-witch opening throwing open the door and glaring at them.

"This – is – a –hospital!" she said in a harsh whisper, taking care to stress each word. "You are a head of department, Healer Malfoy – you should know better!" she turned her attention to Harry. "And as for you! Why are you in my patient's bed?! There are extremely ill people in this ward, all of whom are trying to sleep! Now, keep the noise down or I will be forced to move you."

And with that, she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving Harry and Draco staring blankly at the place where she'd been standing. Slowly, they turned to look at each other and collapsed with silent giggles, trying their level best not to make any more noise. Clutching the stitch in his side, Harry turned to face Draco, who was pink in the face and wincing as he held his newly-mended ribs. He snorted again and Draco pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shh!" he admonished with a look of mock-annoyance but his shoulders shook with laughter and he pulled the brunette closer, placing a kiss on the end of his nose. "You're just being silly now," he tried to appear serious. "And you look like an idiot when you grin like that."

"Shut up!" Harry whispered, elbowing him. "You look like an idiot, period."

"Excuse you, Potter, I've never looked like an idiot in my life! I look fantastic and you're just jealous," Draco replied haughtily with his nose in the air.

Harry laughed and shook his head before hugged him back tightly. Smiling, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I love you, now go to sleep."

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A/N: Quite a short chapter but we're coming to the end of this story and I'd rather get a few shorter chapters out to you quickly than take ages on a huge one and leave you hanging. Now, what did you think? x