Healing // d.m.

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  "NO." His voice reverberated through the small discussion room in the newly built St. Mungo's Hospital. Draco was now debating what method he should use to kill Blaise. This time he didn't need the satisfaction, he just wanted him to shut up.

  Blaise and Theo stared at him, both tired but also scared to cross the line. Especially Blaise who has kept his distance from him. It's probably for the best.

  He will never forget the familiar feeling. Just like the time he heard that St. Mungo was under attack. The moment his heart stopped for a second and his lungs failed to take in oxygen because they wouldn't rest until she was okay. A flash of the possibility of this particular person being taken away from him was more than he could handle.

  Draco was stationed at the Ministry since morning. It was the place they suspected for them to strike from various insights and leads, clearly they were wrong. He saw the signal being fired and all personnel were rushed to Diagon Alley.

  They decided to attack Gringotts, no doubt after the stone, which was unsuccessful. So they released their wrath onto the whole alley. Leaving no stone unturned. Draco felt like he used all his luck, because she was here and that was all he needed.

  No place was truly safe. Not anymore. Not until they defeat them.

  When he reached the site, relief tents were already placed on the South Side. Victims pooling into the beds, even more into the body bags. It was Flick who told him that Catherine was here, stuck in a ruined building and Blaise was sent to get her. Not a minute later Blaise arrived with an unconscious child instead and her weeping mother. Draco was so close to losing his shit.

  "She's up and energised. She's even threatened to slap my face for not taking her to see her friend. She's beyond fine, Draco." Blaise tried to convince him again, keeping a reasonable distance between them.

  He left her there, dying within the rubbles.

  "It's only been two days. She needs more time to heal and rest."

  Blaise shook his head, "You haven't even talked to her at all."

  He had not been able to. He was the coward, not her.

  Draco took in a sharp breath. "Seeing her was enough."

  "She knows." Theo, who was the only one sitting between them, took a sip from his flask and placed it on the table. Draco would bet a thousand galleons that it was not plain water, "She knows you sneak in and sit beside her at night then leave before she wakes up. It's creepy don't you think?"

  No matter how hard he tried, he really couldn't stay away.

  "It's not creepy when she likes it. I bet she pretended to sleep a little longer just so she could spend time with you. Why don't you suck it up and go talk to her?" Blaise sounded irritated.

  Draco chose to ignore his muppets, "We are not telling her today. We let her rest. End of discussion."

  Theo finally stood up and Draco noticed that his limp was getting better. "With all due respect, mate... It's not your choice really. She's to be discharged tomorrow and they need her at the Ministry immediately."

  He hated this. He had been avoiding this for a long time. His denial was so potent, now that the truth was catching up to him, it made him sick.

  There was sympathy in his eyes, as Blaise pointed out, "The only choice you have, is we tell her now or tomorrow when the Aurors come to get her. I advise that we should be the one to tell her, rather than getting bombarded with the whole parade."