The weak murmur coming from Harry surprised Draco quite a lot. They hadn't seen each other, since Draco and his mother left for France. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone from his time at Hogwarts since he went to France, but that was a whole other thing. He gently leaned down over the unconscious man, shaking his head at him. He tried to act like it was nothing, and finishing his bloody work, like a normal healer would; but all the other healers are staring at him by now, and he knows that they won't let this slide. Merlin, these people really had nothing more important to care about, so they had to make a huge fucking deal out of this. He shouldn't be as surprised as he was, it is Harry freaking Potter after all.<br/>"Yes Potter, it is me. We're patching you up, and you're going to be just fine, no worries," he stated in a professional voice, not wanting to show any emotional attachment. Honestly, he didn't even want to think about his past with Harry Potter. It was a bloody mess after all, and there was no reason to tap into that again. He demanded the attention of the healers back to their work, and it didn't take long before he could wave them all out, and finish the last things himself. After all, it wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>critical with Potter. He was going to live, so the others could stop their bloody worried.