After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues.
Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job a...
Nearly two months had passed since Harry had been healed and left St. Mungo's that day, and Draco felt like he was going completely barmy.
He had received a package the next morning containing a small, moving replica of a Hungarian Horntail with a note:
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How Harry had known it was Draco's birthday a few days after he was discharged was a mystery, but if he'd had to guess, Draco's money was on Dottie. Not that he minded—The fact that Harry had taken the time to send him a gift had turned what he'd planned on being an ordinary, boring day at work with little-to-no fanfare into his best birthday in years.
The tiny dragon had paced around her tiny crate furiously, spitting little spouts of fire and snapping her jaws.
Draco had loved her instantly. He kept his little magical pet on his desk in a fire-proof glass case. He magicked a little forest with small trees and a rocky mountain cave inside and the little dragon seemed pleased with her home.
She reminded him of Harry, and her fiery personality made him smile. He eventually won her over to the point where he could put her on his shoulder while he worked in his lab and she would nuzzle his cheek and curl up and take a nap. Draco wondered if the original spell had given her this much personality, or if that had come from Harry's magic.
But now, looking at her was starting to annoy him.
Harry Potter was ignoring him again. The-git-who-lived-to-torment-him had not responded to any of his three his carefully written letters since.
Draco slumped at his desk, his head thumping against the solid wood. Evike hissed in his ear, annoyed at being startled.
"Sorry, sweet." Draco picked her up and set her in her glass case, carefully closing and latching the door. She eyed him beadily before curling up again and going back to sleep.
•••••
A few hours later, Dottie Hewitt burst into his office, making him jump.
"Malfoy. The emergency department is overwhelmed. It's just Thomas and Grant this afternoon, and a bunch of injured Aurors just came in. Can you help? There's a patient in room 284 who needs immediate attention. I think she's one of Harry Potter's friends."
Draco nodded, marking his place in the book he'd been reading for research. "Hermione Granger-Weasley?"
"That's the one."
"Let's go." Draco picked up his pace, hurrying toward the second floor.
•••••
The next morning, Draco flooed home from the hospital and collapsed on his bed. He was overwhelmed by exhaustion and heartache. He was sure he would never get used to this part of being a healer.
