Title: Patient Verse
Summary: Healer Draco and Auror Potter may still hate each other, but they find that hate can come to terms much more easily then they thought.
Word count: ~4,800
Warnings: slash. fluff.
Author's note: POSTED IN SIX PARTS. Complete.
Part 1— "Harry Potter, The Pig"
Draco sighed, picking up a few files and making his way down the hall where his next patient was waiting.
He cursed the mediwitch in charge for giving him this certain patient- she'd probably be laughing her arse off right now in the workroom.
He cleared his throat and walked into the room, looking towards the bed. He stopped short when the man stared at him with a scowl on his face. Merlin, when did he get so...fit?
Those green eyes that haunted his school years were still just as vivid and perfect as Draco remembered him, but it seemed that everything else had changed. His hair, instead of looking atrocious, actually now just looked sexy as if he'd just rolled out of bed after a hot shag. Plus, the Auror training had apparently helped in the fit area as well- Auror Harry Potter looked bloody gorgeous.
"I can't believe that out of all the Healers in this place, I got you," Potter said, his scowl deepening.
He was still an insufferable prat, obviously.
"Well, out of all the patients I could've checked on, I got you. So, I suppose we must deal with it, yes?" Draco said briskly, walking over and setting down the man's chart. He put his gloves on and began examining the burns down Potter's arm.
"It's not a big deal or anything," Potter went on. "Ginny forced me to come here. We're not even dating and it's like she controls my life."
"This is a second degree burn, Potter," Draco drew back in a snarl. "Of course you had to come here! If untreated, it would've gotten infected and then we'd have to amputate. How many dark wizards could you catch without an arm, hm?"
"More importantly, I would have to learn how to wank with my left arm. Think of how long that would take!" Potter's scowl turned into a smirk fairly reminiscent of Draco's.
"I see you're still a nuisance, even after five years of not seeing you."
"I see you're still a total git," Potter countered.
As Draco rubbed in healing salve into Potter's skin, they glared at each other.
"A gorgeous git, though," he said suddenly. Draco looked up from the injury in surprise. Potter's glare had turned into something akin to appreciation as his eyes roved up and down Draco's body.
Draco blushed, but he just barely managed to keep his cool. "Excuse me? Are you checking me out, Auror Potter?"
"Yes, I am Healer Malfoy... I happen to need a bit of distraction after all the pain I just went through... fancy a fuck?"
Draco's cool was utterly lost as he took in Potter's words. "Fuck? Here? With you?"
"Not here," Potter amended, looking around the small patient's ward. "Do you have an office?"
"Potter-you can't just go around asking Healers to fuck you! How do you even know that I'm gay? While your life is on display for the papers and everyone knows about how bent you are, that doesn't mean that it's the same for me."
"I know you're bent- you were checking me out when you walked on. Plus, I know for a fact that you and Nott used to fool around back in Hogwarts."
"What? How do you know about that?" Draco asked, finishing up the healing process as Potter's injury started to fade away.
"I happened to, er, see you two one time."
"Under that invisibility cloak of yours? Why did you always spy on me? You were so obsessed."
"I wasn't spying you that time! I was just going to the kitchens for a snack! You and Nott were the ones that were practically frotting in the middle of the corridor!"
"Shut up, Potter," Draco scowled. "I hate you."
"I hate you too!" Potter grinned. "Let's have angry hate sex, yes?"
"You're such a pig!" Draco said, frustrated. He picked up his things and made to leave, but looked back once before opening the door. "My office is in room 513. I may be there alone in the next fifteen minutes."