"Paris. My mum and I figured that it would be the best for us, if we left the country while my father served his time in Azkaban," Draco explained with a shrug, as he strayed concocting a sleeping draught with his back turned to Harry. He figured that it would be best to hit humour the man, seeing as he was severely drugged, and probably had suffered a hard blow to the head, which Draco choose to use as an explanation for his chattiness. That was the only thing that made sense to him at least.<br/>He poured his new potion into a mug, and turned around to place the mug on the night stand. "This I a sleeping draught, and I swear it's the last potion I'll be pouring in you today," he said with a gentle smile. Honestly, all Harry would need to do now was to sleep this off, and he would be up and runnin in no time.<br/>"And to answer your questions, then St. Mungos pays better than the hospital I worked at in Paris, also, they don't mind experimenting as much. Now, kindly drink your potion and get some sleep."