He would have to do the two final reviews that were going to Penelope and filled up his afternoon with appointments. He sent those letters out to external mailing, when he heard loud banging and voices in the hallway. Potter was here. Everyone knew when he was there. He didn't hear yelling on his part, so Draco could assume, again, that Potter was Silenced. The two Aurors came bursting in his door, struggling with Potter, who only had a t-shirt and boxers on and was bleeding.
Fucking Aurors. Potter's nose was broken and gushing blood, and his lip was cracked. Draco couldn't say that it was completely one-sided, as Proudfoot had a black eye, too. Williamson had nothing wrong with him. They were Aurors, and Draco highly doubted that Potter's injuries happened before he was bound. They beat him after he was restrained or just were extremely rough handling him here. They had magic. They could have Immobilized him or Stunned him even. No, they just used their fists.
They shoved him into the seat across from Draco and stuck him there. Then they turned as if to leave.
"Auror Proudfoot," Draco drawled.
"What, Death Eater?"
"Heal him."
"The hell I will," the Auror said, and his buddy nodded.
"I'm not going to fix your screw-ups. Heal him or I'll call the department field healer to do it. Surely, there will be a full report about it."
Proudfoot came around his desk, and Draco stood up. The Auror growled, "You playing us? You called us to bring him here. He's here. Don't complain about how we do it, or we won't do it anymore."
"Go ahead. I'll let Penelope know you aren't doing your job. He's bleeding on my carpet, Proudfoot. Heal him and get out before I get nasty."
"Nasty, Death Eater? I'm not afraid of you."
"I'm a Slytherin, Proudfoot. I know how to work the system. Mess with me and I'll have you assigned prisoner transports to Azkaban. Maybe even prison rotation... how's that sound?"
"You don't got that much clout, Death Eater."
"I will once I tell Kingsley how incompetent you are at bringing in a hungover, unarmed suspect. I believe that he won't appreciate that you beat the crap out of Potter."
"He was resisting arrest. He never comes quietly. You can't prove shit."
"Exhibit one," Draco said, nodding to Potter. "So, heal him, or I'll summon Kingsley to see that you don't even know how to detain a suspect. Here, I thought it was Auror 101 level courses."
Proudfoot swallowed his pride and healed him. "Happy?"
"I'm letting you clean up your mess, Auror. Get out of my office."
The Aurors left with some choice swear words. They would probably not be so prompt next time or else beat Potter in a less conspicuous way. He, at least, put them in their place. He looked at Potter, who was clearly either still high or drunk. Draco sighed, got up and went to his file cabinet. He drew out a Sober-Up Potion with the added twist of working to combat muggle drugs, too. 
He freed his hands and handed it to Potter. "Bottom's up, Potter."
He swayed a bit and downed the potion. He squirmed a bit, and the blurry look in his eyes cleared up. He looked at him and down at the cup.
"I was good at Potions, Potter. It's a bit sharper than the stuff the healers give you. You're going to have to use the loo shortly. But do you need a healer? I can summon one?"
Potter shook his head and looked at the loo. Draco unglued him and he went inside. Potter groaned as he released into the toilet, as the potion was not pleasant on his bladder. Draco knew that from experience. Eventually, Potter came back and just sat back down. He didn't try to leave but gestured to his throat, again.