Healer's Orders
Title: Healer's Orders
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Serious injury, UST, strong suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1275
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for
susan5124, using the prompt words healer, attack(ed), modest(y)
Summary: Auror Potter is brought to St Mungo's with a serious injury, and only Healer Malfoy can put things right again.
"Healer Malfoy!"
Draco didn't bother looking up from the chart he was reading. "Yes, what is it?" he snapped, brows drawing down.
"An injured Auror has been brought in, and Healer Marten says you're the best person for the job."
Draco tossed the chart aside and rushed after the orderly, wondering what sort of dark spell had been used to bring an Auror down.
~*~
Potter was lying on a raised bed, face white with pain and fear. He was nude but for the bloodied sheet across his groin. It had been placed there to preserve his modesty and to spare him the sight of his heinous injury.
Potter turned his head when Draco rushed in. "Bloody hell," he groaned. "I would have preferred any healer but you, Malfoy."
Draco didn't let Potter's attitude affect him. "I'm familiar with the spell that you were attacked with, Potter," he said.
"Invented it, did you?"
"I am the only one who has successfully treated the resulting injury," Draco replied, keeping his tone calm. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
Draco lifted the sheet, barely managing to maintain an impassive expression. "What happened, Potter?"
"I got in the way of a hex aimed at another bloke," Potter sighed. He flung his forearm over his eyes. "Is it bad?"
"Yes."
Potter's lips thinned. "Can you fix it?"
"I believe so, yes," said Draco. "It's not as bad as the last case I treated."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Considering that my treatment of the last case was successful, yes."
Draco carefully lowered the sheet and began barking out orders. The other healers in the room scrambled to do his bidding.
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Will I...that is...will I be able to...?"
"You'll be able to piss a straight stream again, Potter," Draco assured him.
"What about...you know?"
"Sex?" drawled Draco.
"Yeah."
"Not to worry, Potter," Draco said. "I'll have you up and at 'em in no time."
~*~
After dosing Potter with potions, Draco had performed some delicate and intricate spellwork to repair the damage done to Potter's person. Potter had been hit with a spiteful, vicious spell that was intended to unman its target. The case Draco had seen before involved a cuckolded husband casting it at his wife's lover. As Draco understood it, the original target of the spell that maimed Potter had been an unfaithful husband whose wife took exception to his philandering.
Once Draco was finished, he left Potter in the care of the junior healers while he went to wash up. Draco was confident that Potter would be fully functional again in no time. Anything less would be a shame; Potter had a nice cock.
Draco forcibly turned his thoughts elsewhere. It wouldn't do to stroll through the corridors of St Mungo's sporting wood.
~*~
"Healer Marten tells me you were able to urinate last night."
Potter's face flushed a dull red, but he smiled and nodded. "I was surprised when I pissed on my own chin, but yeah, it worked."
Draco's head jerked up from reading Potter's chart. His patient was smirking at him. "You had better be joking, Potter."
Potter laughed, and the carefree sound brought a curl of warmth to Draco's belly. "It worked perfectly, Malfoy," he said. "I just wanted to wind you up a bit."
Draco returned his attention to the chart so that Potter wouldn't see him roll his eyes. "Have you been able to achieve an erection yet?"
"No, not yet," sighed Potter. "Would you like to give me a hand with that?"
Draco glanced up sharply. Was Potter flirting with him? "I am afraid that would be unethical, Potter," he said, proud of how even his voice sounded.
"Is that the only reason you're turning me down?"
Draco was in danger of getting an erection of his own if he stayed and listened to any more of Potter's ridiculous banter. "Why don't I give you some privacy, Potter?" he suggested. "Feel free to touch yourself gently to determine if your penis is fully functional again."
Draco turned and strode from Potter's room without waiting for a reply.
~*~
Draco avoided Potter for the next three hours. When he finally returned to his star patient's room, Potter was turned away and gazing out of the window.
"Any progress, Potter?" Draco inquired in his best professional voice.
Potter's smile was answer enough. "I got an erection," he beamed.
Draco tried to will his own burgeoning erection down. He made a note on Potter's chart. "Did you ejaculate?"
"Well, no," said Potter, blushing again. "I wasn't sure if I was meant to, ah, to play with it that much."
"Was it painful?"
"It was more stiff than sore."
Draco couldn't help himself; his lips quirked at Potter's awful pun.
"Shall I summon a healer, Healer?" asked Potter. "Your face may break if you keep smiling."
Draco just sighed and shook his head. "If you aren't too embarrassed, I'd like you to masturbate to determine if you are capable of normal ejaculation," he said. Draco retreated as far as the door before Potter could proposition him. "I'll have an orderly bring you some lubricant." Draco fled Potter's room before he did something unprofessional...like offering to give Potter a hand job.
~*~
Another hour passed before Draco mustered the nerve to venture into Potter's room again. A smile split his patient's face. "May I assume, from your rather silly expression, that everything is in working order?" Draco asked.
"Better than ever," Potter replied. "It was the most intense orgasm of my life."
Draco was taken aback. "Really? My last patient didn't report any such improvement in regards to orgasm."
"He probably didn't wank while fantasizing about you, Malfoy."
Draco felt his own face flush with heat. He cleared his throat and tried to steer the conversation back to a more clinical nature. "If you're satisfied with your progress and have no lingering ill effects from your injury, Potter, I'll approve your release. Er, release documents, that is," Draco finished lamely.
"I won't be completely satisfied until I've had actual intercourse, Malfoy, but I reckon I need to do that on my own time, yeah?"
"I'm afraid so, Potter. I'd like you to return for a follow-up exam in four days," Draco said. "May I presume you can pull in that amount of time?" Draco purposefully did not think too hard about Potter pulling someone else.
"I hope so, Malfoy."
~*~
Draco stepped out of the Floo in his fashionable London flat and walked into the kitchen. He set his bag of take-away on the counter and turned to the cupboards. Draco paused when he saw a strange owl sitting on the sill of his kitchen window. It hooted softly, and Draco opened the window to allow it entrance. The owl hopped inside and perched on the back of a kitchen chair. It held its leg out, and Draco removed the message it had come to deliver. He fed the owl a treat, but it continued to watch him instead of leaving. Clearly, the message required a reply.
Draco sat down and opened it.
Malfoy, I need to engage in sexual intercourse within the next few days, healer's orders. I was hoping you would be available to assist me. I'll wine and dine you first, if you require some foreplay. What do you say, Malfoy? I think you deserve to find out first-hand if all of your hard work paid off. I await your response.
~H Potter
Draco couldn't help but chuckle at Potter's cheeky bravado. He Summoned a quill and scribbled his reply.
Auror's Orders
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Serious injury, UST, strong suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1275
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for
susan5124, using the prompt words healer, attack(ed), modest(y)
Summary: Auror Potter is brought to St Mungo's with a serious injury, and only Healer Malfoy can put things right again.
"Healer Malfoy!"
Draco didn't bother looking up from the chart he was reading. "Yes, what is it?" he snapped, brows drawing down.
"An injured Auror has been brought in, and Healer Marten says you're the best person for the job."
Draco tossed the chart aside and rushed after the orderly, wondering what sort of dark spell had been used to bring an Auror down.
~*~
Potter was lying on a raised bed, face white with pain and fear. He was nude but for the bloodied sheet across his groin. It had been placed there to preserve his modesty and to spare him the sight of his heinous injury.
Potter turned his head when Draco rushed in. "Bloody hell," he groaned. "I would have preferred any healer but you, Malfoy."
Draco didn't let Potter's attitude affect him. "I'm familiar with the spell that you were attacked with, Potter," he said.
"Invented it, did you?"
"I am the only one who has successfully treated the resulting injury," Draco replied, keeping his tone calm. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
Draco lifted the sheet, barely managing to maintain an impassive expression. "What happened, Potter?"
"I got in the way of a hex aimed at another bloke," Potter sighed. He flung his forearm over his eyes. "Is it bad?"
"Yes."
Potter's lips thinned. "Can you fix it?"
"I believe so, yes," said Draco. "It's not as bad as the last case I treated."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Considering that my treatment of the last case was successful, yes."
Draco carefully lowered the sheet and began barking out orders. The other healers in the room scrambled to do his bidding.
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Will I...that is...will I be able to...?"
"You'll be able to piss a straight stream again, Potter," Draco assured him.
"What about...you know?"
"Sex?" drawled Draco.
"Yeah."
"Not to worry, Potter," Draco said. "I'll have you up and at 'em in no time."
~*~
After dosing Potter with potions, Draco had performed some delicate and intricate spellwork to repair the damage done to Potter's person. Potter had been hit with a spiteful, vicious spell that was intended to unman its target. The case Draco had seen before involved a cuckolded husband casting it at his wife's lover. As Draco understood it, the original target of the spell that maimed Potter had been an unfaithful husband whose wife took exception to his philandering.
Once Draco was finished, he left Potter in the care of the junior healers while he went to wash up. Draco was confident that Potter would be fully functional again in no time. Anything less would be a shame; Potter had a nice cock.
Draco forcibly turned his thoughts elsewhere. It wouldn't do to stroll through the corridors of St Mungo's sporting wood.
~*~
"Healer Marten tells me you were able to urinate last night."
Potter's face flushed a dull red, but he smiled and nodded. "I was surprised when I pissed on my own chin, but yeah, it worked."
Draco's head jerked up from reading Potter's chart. His patient was smirking at him. "You had better be joking, Potter."
Potter laughed, and the carefree sound brought a curl of warmth to Draco's belly. "It worked perfectly, Malfoy," he said. "I just wanted to wind you up a bit."
Draco returned his attention to the chart so that Potter wouldn't see him roll his eyes. "Have you been able to achieve an erection yet?"
"No, not yet," sighed Potter. "Would you like to give me a hand with that?"
Draco glanced up sharply. Was Potter flirting with him? "I am afraid that would be unethical, Potter," he said, proud of how even his voice sounded.
"Is that the only reason you're turning me down?"
Draco was in danger of getting an erection of his own if he stayed and listened to any more of Potter's ridiculous banter. "Why don't I give you some privacy, Potter?" he suggested. "Feel free to touch yourself gently to determine if your penis is fully functional again."
Draco turned and strode from Potter's room without waiting for a reply.
~*~
Draco avoided Potter for the next three hours. When he finally returned to his star patient's room, Potter was turned away and gazing out of the window.
"Any progress, Potter?" Draco inquired in his best professional voice.
Potter's smile was answer enough. "I got an erection," he beamed.
Draco tried to will his own burgeoning erection down. He made a note on Potter's chart. "Did you ejaculate?"
"Well, no," said Potter, blushing again. "I wasn't sure if I was meant to, ah, to play with it that much."
"Was it painful?"
"It was more stiff than sore."
Draco couldn't help himself; his lips quirked at Potter's awful pun.
"Shall I summon a healer, Healer?" asked Potter. "Your face may break if you keep smiling."
Draco just sighed and shook his head. "If you aren't too embarrassed, I'd like you to masturbate to determine if you are capable of normal ejaculation," he said. Draco retreated as far as the door before Potter could proposition him. "I'll have an orderly bring you some lubricant." Draco fled Potter's room before he did something unprofessional...like offering to give Potter a hand job.
~*~
Another hour passed before Draco mustered the nerve to venture into Potter's room again. A smile split his patient's face. "May I assume, from your rather silly expression, that everything is in working order?" Draco asked.
"Better than ever," Potter replied. "It was the most intense orgasm of my life."
Draco was taken aback. "Really? My last patient didn't report any such improvement in regards to orgasm."
"He probably didn't wank while fantasizing about you, Malfoy."
Draco felt his own face flush with heat. He cleared his throat and tried to steer the conversation back to a more clinical nature. "If you're satisfied with your progress and have no lingering ill effects from your injury, Potter, I'll approve your release. Er, release documents, that is," Draco finished lamely.
"I won't be completely satisfied until I've had actual intercourse, Malfoy, but I reckon I need to do that on my own time, yeah?"
"I'm afraid so, Potter. I'd like you to return for a follow-up exam in four days," Draco said. "May I presume you can pull in that amount of time?" Draco purposefully did not think too hard about Potter pulling someone else.
"I hope so, Malfoy."
~*~
Draco stepped out of the Floo in his fashionable London flat and walked into the kitchen. He set his bag of take-away on the counter and turned to the cupboards. Draco paused when he saw a strange owl sitting on the sill of his kitchen window. It hooted softly, and Draco opened the window to allow it entrance. The owl hopped inside and perched on the back of a kitchen chair. It held its leg out, and Draco removed the message it had come to deliver. He fed the owl a treat, but it continued to watch him instead of leaving. Clearly, the message required a reply.
Draco sat down and opened it.
Malfoy, I need to engage in sexual intercourse within the next few days, healer's orders. I was hoping you would be available to assist me. I'll wine and dine you first, if you require some foreplay. What do you say, Malfoy? I think you deserve to find out first-hand if all of your hard work paid off. I await your response.
~H Potter
Draco couldn't help but chuckle at Potter's cheeky bravado. He Summoned a quill and scribbled his reply.
Auror's Orders