seven days lost

It's been so long, he should have forgotten it.At that time, he couldn't wait for the answer, that was fate.

After taking a nap in the office, Draco put on his coat and rushed to the consulting room, where a large group of patients were already waiting for him.He asked about their situation one by one, but he was a little absent-minded in his heart.

The consulting room Senari is in charge of is not very far away from his, maybe he can pretend to pass by and take a look... Oh, don't think about it, what if you go to see it?What else can you say to him, it's all over...

But he still wanted to see it.

"That, that, therapist? My age is 20, not 30." The woman standing in front of him waved her hand in front of Draco as a reminder.

Draco glanced down, and quickly changed the age on the medical form.

"By the way, therapist, are you clear about that?" The female patient suddenly lowered her voice with a mysterious expression on her face.

"what's up?"

"That is to say... that big celebrity really went to the hospital?"

Draco's heart was suddenly agitated, he turned the medical sheet to the next page, and said coldly: "I don't know."

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter.

For a moment it seemed that everyone knew that he was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital, and everyone was talking about his illness.Draco could hear people discussing this matter everywhere he went, and even met two new interns arguing enthusiastically in the bathroom.

"What disease do you think he has?"

"I heard it's because..."

"Oh, my gosh……"

"It's really pitiful... He was the savior before, but now he has fallen to such a situation..."

"Now there is a lot of traffic on the fifth floor, everyone wants to see him..."

"You said if we pretend to deliver water, can we squeeze in and have a look?"

Draco opened the door of the compartment and squeezed his way between the two with a blank expression.The two interns had to take a step back each, cursing at his back.

Before the war, everyone looked up to him, hoping that he could shoulder the responsibility of fate and rescue them from the darkness; after the war, he fell into illness, but they lined up at the door of the ward to watch the tragedy in the world.

Draco just wanted to sneer, if it was him, he wouldn't do such a loss-making business.So he is still standing here safely, while that person can only stay in the ward.

In the afternoon, Senari asked him to send a dropped document to the consulting room. Normally, Draco would just snort and refuse, but this time he agreed quickly.

He found a light blue folder from Senari's messy desk, took out a green booklet that had been rolled up at the corner, and walked towards Senari's consulting room.

There are more and more people in the corridor, and it is very noisy.Although most people would subconsciously give him a way when they saw the white coat on his body, but Draco still encountered a lot of rude people who wanted to squeeze in, which caused him a lot of trouble.

"Don't crowd here, the patients need to rest!" He finally came near the No. [-] consulting room, and two nurses blocked the door and shouted loudly, but there were still more than a dozen people standing on tiptoe trying to look in through the transom.

"Sorry, I'm here to deliver materials to Senari therapist." Draco pushed away a fat old man who was leaning forward, and bowed his head to a nurse.The nurse glanced at him, nodded, and carefully opened the door a crack to let him squeeze in.

The thin door panel blocked the annoying noise outside, and at this moment he could clearly hear his footsteps and the folding of his clothes as he walked.

He walked past several beds separated by curtains, and stopped at the corner of the innermost bed.Senari was staring at a piece of parchment seriously, and when he saw him coming, he hurried up to meet him: "Oh, Draco! Did you bring it?"

Draco handed him the booklet, and he saw Harry sitting on the bed reading at a glance.He looked much thinner, his eye sockets were sunken, and the wrists exposed by the sleeves of the hospital gown were extremely thin, which made people feel distressed.

Senari caught his gaze and gestured to him.The two came to the corner of the consulting room next door and used spells to block the surrounding sounds.

"How is he?" Draco asked immediately.

"To be honest, it's very bad, very bad." Senari shook his head and sighed, "He didn't talk much when he was brought here by his friends, but the people outside seemed to scare him. It took him a long time to talk to me, but his mood was very unstable. According to his friends, when he was resting at home, he often had nightmares, insomnia, and confused memory. When he woke up, he didn’t recognize anyone. Lock him in the cupboard... oh, I'm talking too much." He scratched his hair.

"Then...is there any hope for him to be cured?" Draco asked in a low voice, clenching his fingers.

"Hey, Draco, why do you even ask this kind of question." Senari raised his eyebrows, "You know how we all answer patients, there is a fixed pattern..."

"Stop kidding, I mean it," he cut him off.

"Oh, well, I'm not sure, I still need to continue to observe... This disease has always been the most difficult to recover from. Look at the Auror couple in the first clinic. They have never come out... ...and the patient in the third clinic who suffered from the Amnesiac Charm. He used to be a heartthrob...Who can say that he understands everything about magic? In addition, the human brain is extremely complicated—— —You obviously understand best, right?"

"Huh? No, I don't study the brain." After hearing his rhetorical question, Draco quickly replied subconsciously, "I'm a surgical therapist."

"I don't understand the brain either, I study psychology." Senari shrugged.

"Didn't his friends come with him?" Draco changed the subject.

"There's one left, I just went out and said I peeled an apple for him... Sharp metal tools and wands can't be brought into the special ward."

They were talking and walking back to the ward when Ron came in with a pitted apple.As soon as he saw him, he raised his eyebrows and looked wary.

"Why are you here?" He glanced at Harry and lowered his voice.

Draco patted the uniform on his body, and walked past him with his chin raised.

"Hey, I say, Malfoy!" Ron stopped him from behind, "If you let me know that you use your power to bully Harry, I will definitely—"

Draco paused, without looking back, opened the door and left quickly.

Draco didn't like Senari very much at first, and of course he can't say how much he likes him now.Senary is also a Slytherin, and shares a lot with him, and most of them are those parts that are disgusting-arrogance, avoiding disadvantages, a certain sense of indifference and lack of empathy.But for some reason, he had to get close to him.

Due to professional ethics, Senari seldom talked about the patient's situation in the office, but he was willing to share with Draco the recent progress of Harry's treatment-of course, this was because Draco promised him to go to the hospital for a week. High-end hotels have a big meal.

"I didn't expect you to care so much about this kind of gossip." Senari shook his frosted fingers, "Seriously, a lot of people have asked me about Potter these days—"

"Who did you tell?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, I still have self-knowledge."

"But you told me."

"Oh, that's different. I know your character..."

"My character?"

"Yeah, it's very bad. Sometimes I want to beat you up... But I still trust you in this kind of thing." Senari seemed a little drunk, he took a sip of beer and burped.

Draco silently sliced ​​into the black pepper veal steak without making any comment.Will he keep it a secret?At school he'd been dying to tell all about Harry Potter and laughing at his weaknesses in the most hurtful way possible.He wasn't sympathetic, he wasn't a nice guy, and he didn't think seeing his old enemy in this way meant pity him, nor did he think he needed to.

Draco knew he should stay away from him, it was better not to find out anything about him, but he found it difficult to do so.So he retreated to the next best thing and ordered himself not to approach that ward for any reason. He couldn't help but look inside, couldn't help pushing the door open, couldn't help disturbing him, hurting him, and endured the pain. Can't stop kissing him.

No.

That is impossible.

There was no kiss between them.Not to mention kisses, not even holding hands or hugging.Not to mention holding hands and hugging, even a nice word was hardly said.When they meet, they will only mock each other, and occasionally they will fight when they get angry. There is no soft gap, let alone those absurd fantasies.

He hates him, he hates him, and they hate each other, which is fine and fair and lucky.But when this dislike turned bad, he couldn't tell.There are many questions that cannot be answered, just like he asked himself if he would go back in time, would he continue to choose this side.

There is no answer.

He fantasized about his kiss in his dream.Of course, it may not be a dream, but a vague self-soothing.In the early morning or at night, the sun or the stars, maybe there is no shadow, maybe falling into anxiety, he imagines his soft lips touching himself, imagines his hands relieving him of the unbearable heat...he once fantasized about him Cuddled in his arms like a cat, it is a rather unrealistic fantasy, because he has never been gentle.