"Will do," the lady said, leaving. Harry was too out of it to read their name tags.
After the vet finished, he said, "Done. Let him relax on the bed." 
"No problem," the orderly said, and they left the room, after the guy tied his leash to a post next to the bed. 
Harry was glad that he was so gentle that they didn't put him back into the cage. He dazed in and out all morning after the lull of the drugs. He heard other dogs and owners come and go from the hallway and lobby, but only the male orderly came into the room, trying and failing to persuade him to eat dog food. 
Then, near evening, he heard a woman say, "Oh... Mr. Dray... was it? He's doing great and seems to have a good temperament, though stubborn about eating and wearing a cone. We haven't forced either, yet. Do you want us to keep him until he eats?"
"No... um... I'll try a few thugs. Do you recommend anything?" a voice said. It sounded familiar. 
"We don't sponsor any particular brand. We use the cheapest here. Protein and vegetables, though. He's a mature dog. The vet couldn't gauge his age but is sure that he's fully grown. No signs of arthritis or old age markers. His hips look good, and his teeth were all there. The vet gave his teeth a good cleaning and trimmed his nails."
"That's good," the man replied.
"I also checked the missing dog reports, but there were none. However, there's are a few about a stray Mals running loose from here to Hadrian's wall. Might be him... might not."
"I see. His injuries?"
The scrub lady went on for a bit, and Harry debated whether or not he would stay with this person. He looked down at his cast when she explained to his new owner that it couldn't get wet. Now, normally, Harry loved the rain. He loved getting wet and muddy. He'd wash after... sure, but the absolute freedom of running into a lake at full speed was too hard to pass up. He whined. He needed to heal, which, lucky for him, would be quicker than normal. He still had some magic.
"Thank you, Ma'am," Malfoy said, as he paid the rather large bill for his care. "Can I see him?"
"Yes. Just remember that you'll have to carry him up and down steps, and lift him into you from his uninjured side. It has worked fine so far," she said as she opened the door.
Harry got up from his pet bed and wagged his tail. He was expected to be a lovable stray.
But suddenly, in walked Draco Malfoy. Harry resisted growling, but he tensed and backed away in shock. It was definitely him, though older and a muggle? Wait... Draco Malfoy was a muggle? The smell of honey and vanilla came off him. It was the man who hit him... and saved him. Draco Malfoy cared that an animal would die? Harry backed into the wall as far as the leash would go, his heckles raising and teeth barred.
"Oh, dear... be careful. Perhaps he remembers what happened yesterday?" she suggested.
"He's scared of me," Malfoy said, sadly.
"Yes, and he may attack. He's a... stray animal. Mals are not as aggressive as pitbulls or rotts but still deadly. And you can't take him if he's dangerous."
"He's just scared, though. Maybe give him time to get used to me?" 
"Well, I hate to force your hand, lad, but if you don't take him... we might label him stray... a stray with a Bolo... and we'd have to put him down," the orderly warned.
Harry winced internally. Whatever his past feelings were about Malfoy, it didn't matter. Plus, he obviously saved him, so he wasn't a cruel bastard. Harry had to suck up to him. He flattened his ears to his head and whined a little. Then he wagged his tail and crawled to Malfoy's outstretched arm.
"Good boy... good boy. See, he was just startled by my awesome looks," Malfoy joked, and the scrub person laughed.
"Oh, that's great, love," she said, tapping Malfoy's shoulder, friendly.
Harry sat down as Malfoy gently petted him all over. He enjoyed his rubdowns. Man, it did feel good. He loved pets. He dropped down to his side and let the Malfoy heir rub his tummy, too. It was so hard to stay mad at anyone when they did that, and he did need a temporary home. He needed to heal.
"Here's his mediation, love. Want me to bring a trolley?"
"No, I got him."
Harry felt lighter and realized that Malfoy did magic. Well, he wasn't on probation anywhere. But Harry still whined a bit when he lifted him.
"Thanks for your help," Malfoy said to the orderly as he carried Harry out the door.
As Malfoy took him out to his car and put him in the back, Harry hoped he had made the right decision.