Malfoy winced and his grey eyes finally looked back to him.
                              
"Yeah... DEK doesn't care if there is a mark on your arm. He judges on based on association."
                              
Malfoy grimaced.
                              
"I'm sorry, I know you went through a lot, but...."
                              
"Spare me your attempts at consoling, Potter. I'm not a whiney child that needs a hug to feel better."
                              
"Really? I can hug you if you want," Harry responded, with a smile.
                              
Malfoy glared at him. "I know exactly what you are here for, so we can drop this fake concern of yours."
                              
"It's not fake."
                              
"Conjure a bowl, Potter," he ordered.
                              
"What? Oh..." Harry mumbled and did as he wanted.
                              
Malfoy, just like Snape had done, extracted the memories out of his mind, and Harry guided them into the bowl. He was surprised both that Malfoy would just offer them up, and he knew how. This would things a lot easier. Most people didn't want anyone to see what they had gone through, or knew how Pensives work.
                              
"There. Enjoy. The answer to all your questions. You can watch the whole lovely experience in HD."
                              
"You know what HD is?" Harry asked confused, as he placed protective spells on the container.
                              
"Get the fuck out!" Malfoy hissed. "We are done. You got what you came for."
                              
"You're still in danger, Draco."
                              
His grey eyes zoned in on him, again. "You can guard me from the hallway, Potter."
                              
"I can, but I can tell you about what happened... your injuries."
                              
"Oh, I'm sorry? Are you a fucking healer, too? I know you're the Chosen One and all and therefore are an expert on everything!" Malfoy sneered.
                              
"I'll go get you a healer to explain."
                              
"Good, also summon an Auror who doesn't need a supervisor watching over their shoulder."
                              
Harry blushed, embarrassed. "I'll go and I'll let your mum know that you're awake. I promised her I would." Malfoy's face softened, and Harry added. "She'll come by in the morning. I won't let her come alone... for her safety.
                              
"Thank you," he whispered. However much Draco was a misanthrope now, he still loved his mother.
                              
"No problem. I'll tell her that you're also cankerous, or is bitchy a better adjective?"
                              
Malfoy scowled and growled some swear words under his breath. But as Harry opened the door, Malfoy's fist unclenched, and the excessive shaking started. He could just see the tears coming out of Malfoy's eyes, but he clearly wanted to be alone to let loose. Harry knew that he needed time to himself, for now, to process what happened more than anything. When Harry was in the hallway, he whisked a Patronus to Narcissa Malfoy and waved down an orderly to get the healer on call.
                              
The grumpy, sleepy healer came, and Harry briefly talked to him and explained Malfoy's case. The healer read his chart before going in, as he probably had no idea what to tell him. Harry unscrupulously pressed his ear up to the door to hear the healer shakily give the prognosis and Malfoy's continued stay in the ward due to his injuries. Malfoy pressed him about pain potions, and the healer said that the ones he already had were the most the St. Mungo's was going to give.
                              
Malfoy was heading into detox, Harry realized. The full-day with DEK and nearly two days in the hospital was long without his fix. He was surely in pain and nervous about what was to come. But when Malfoy heard that he was assigned to a mind healer and wouldn't be released until they cleared him, he nearly exploded on the hapless healer and ordered him out of the room. Harry had to scramble out of the way as the healer left the room, slamming the door behind him.
                              
He looked at Harry and muttered, "Merlin, he's a right pillock."
                              
"Can he leave without the mind healer's approval?"
                              
"It'll take some work... legally. His solicitor would have to file for it. But I can say that they wouldn't clear him to leave willingly, with everything that happened in his file...."
                              
"It doesn't seem right that they can commit him when he hasn't done anything."
                              
"The potions in his system have identified as restricted, and we will forward that St. Mungo's Investigations."
                              
Harry looked at the healer. "You have an obligation to keep his medical information private."
                              
"When it comes to potion-seeking behavior, we have to make sure that they get the help they need, plus the healer noted suicidal-tendencies. All of that is taken into account. We can be held liable if we allow someone so self-destructive to leave and do something to themselves. No, until the potions are out of his system, his and ours, he'll have to stay."
                              
"And how do you know that DEK didn't give him anything?"
                              
The healer looked at him. "Well, considering that he's been on illegal potions before, we have to assume they are his. Plus, he's not going anywhere on his own, with his feet and hands still healing. He's stuck here. Considering how long we suspect that he's been potions, he's in for a long, rough withdrawal. We can't let him go."
                              
Harry grimaced and thanked the healer, despite his officious, dismissive manner. He didn't agree with keeping anyone against their will. When the healer left, Harry again pressed his ear to the door. He could hear Malfoy crying softly inside. He placed his hand on the door, but decided against bursting inside. Draco had just woken up, and he was the last person that Malfoy wanted to see.
                              
He backed off and winged a Patronus to dispatch, where hopefully one of his mates was on call.
                              
Mike arrived and said, "You still on?"
                              
"Yeah," Harry said, as he held up the bowl of memories. "He just woke up. He surrendered the memory freely. Don't suppose that you have the stomach to watch it?"
                              
"A little. I have limits. I'll watch it enough to get identity and transcribe the photo, but I'm not ready to see that torture."
                              
"I understand. Mike... can you keep it from Proudfoot? Please?"
                              
Mike nodded. "Anything for you, Harry, but be careful."
                              
"Thanks... it's... I think my butt's on the line, and I want to talk to Robards."
                              
"Good luck. How's Malfoy?"
                              
"Prickly. Nearly bit off my head and the healer's. He's hurting... physically and mentally, but no less scathing in his insults. I can't tell if he's always like this or just because it's me."
                              
"Probably because it's you... and because he's always been a prat. But you're exhausted, Harry. Go home. I'll summon Terry. He won't go in the room and doesn't care if it's Malfoy or not. We'll protect him, if only for you."
                              
Harry looked at the door and decided that a few hours of sleep would do them both good. "Fine. Just... watch out for him, okay?"
                              
"I promise. Full wards and Caterwauling Charms."
                              
"Hermione said that she'd bring his mum in the morning."
                              
"I'll let Terry know. Go."
                              
Harry sighed and Apparated from the hallway. The hospital wards be damned. He was out before his head hit the pillow.