When the alarms indicating that someone had breached the wards of the manor started ringing again, twice within a week, Draco was, if possibly, more startled than he had been two days prior when Potter had been at his door. Once again, he was not expecting anyone to come by and while he felt certain that Potter was going to stop by again, he could also read in the Daily Prophet that he was in St. Mungos and was under observation.<br/>Leaving his coffee brewing behind, Draco took the trek to the front door, feeling more than a little anxious as to who it could be. For a moment, he felt convinced that someone was suspecting him for the attack of the ministry, the though alone being enough to fill him with a deep sense of dread, as he would have absolutely no way of proving that he had been home all night.<br/>That really was the curse of living entirely on his own like this, but he also knew that he was going to have to get through that, if that was the case.<br/>Once he finally gathered the nerve to open the front door, fully expecting a ministry official to be standing on the other side, it completely took him aback to find Potter back on the other side of it.<br/>“Shouldn’t you be in the hospital?” He asked, finding that he had nothing else to ask.