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“Ah yes, we have been expecting you Mr. Potter. Right this way please.” A healer in training said kindly as he started to walk down the hall. Werewolves had their own ward after all and Harry was now a member of that particular club. Harry sighed as he followed, not really enjoying his newly heightened senses or his loss of control every full moon.
“Here we are. The open bed is yours, please have a seat while I let the Healer for this ward know you have arrived.” The healer in training said kindly before ducking out of the room.
Harry thanked the man quietly and sat on the bed, kicking his legs out nervously. Not many people knew of his condition, and he desperately wanted to keep it that way. But he also needed help getting this new sense of smell under control, particularly the fact that everywhere he went he had a specific scent stuck in his nose, filling up his nostrils and driving him mental. Mainly because he couldn’t figure out where the scent came from or why it seemed to stick with him. If he could figure that much out, he would at least sleep better. Harry heard footsteps approaching and forced himself to still his legs, wanting to seem calmer than he was.
Draco looked at the chart he had been handed before he entered and almost dropped the file when he saw the name. Harry Potter, a werewolf?? He was in shock and decided he wouldn’t believe it until he saw it. Putting on his best neutral face, Healer Malfoy entered the Werewolf Ward.
Sure enough, Harry Potter sat on the bed, watching the door anxiously. Draco smiled as kindly as he could as he walked over to the dark haired man. Harry began looking around curiously sniffing the air as soon as the door had opened. Draco gave him an inquisitive look as he stopped at the side of the bed.
“So you seem to have some sort of issue with your heightened sense of smell, according to your file. Care to elaborate Mr. Potter?”
“Umm sure Healer Malfoy. I guess it’s perfect timing as I am strangely experiencing the sensation now. Usually it’s just in the middle of the day during lunch or sometimes when I am strolling down Diagon Alley. But anyways, I keep picking up this very distinct scent and it’s driving me crazy since I can’t place it and it seems to haunt me whenever I am not at work. It smells like…a lemon in a thunderstorm? I don’t know how else to put it.”
Malfoy flushed as he heard Harry’s description and realized he was caught. Deciding to just own up to it, Draco shrugged and said. “Pretty sure I know the source of this smell at least. But let’s perform a quick experiment to ensure I am right, yeah? You wait here, and tell me if the smell leaves a few minutes after I do.” Draco said nervously as he turned to head out of the ward.
He saw Harry’s confused expression as he turned around and felt his blush spread down to his neck. Harry waited where he was, utterly perplexed as Draco left the room. Why was the blond blushing? Draco waited about five minutes before re-entering the ward…during which time the smell had indeed dissipated. Harry’s emerald eyes were wide with shock as Draco returned to his bed.
“So umm…I may have been following you around lately…trying to find a way to ask you out.” Draco admitted blushing a darker shade of red.
“Well now that I am healed, if you don’t mind my condition, how about I take you to dinner after your shift?” Harry asked Draco, winking at the Healer.
“It’s a date.” Draco answered with a wink of his own before shimmying out of the ward, wanting to give Harry a nice view.
