"I think you should ask him out," Donna said.

Draco stifled a sigh and drawled, "Amazing, and here I was just thinking you ought to mind your own business."

"I'm pretty certain he fancies you," Donna went on.

Draco looked up from his inventory sheet, found Donna smirking and glared at her. "What's the count on the calming draughts?"

Donna pouted briefly and then looked over the neat rows of pale pink potions, all in unbreakable beakers, capped in a pale white waxy substance. "Twenty-nine."

Draco frowned at the untidy number but wrote it down. Some wizard brought in for questioning just had to have a breakdown and actually use one of his potions. If things were quiet he could arrange to brew just enough for one vial. It was fussy and unnecessary with his stock levels but he had a fondness for brewing reduced potions, if for no other reason than seeing if he could.

Dona's finger moved as she carefully began counting the next and last potion on their inventory. "Fifty wound-cleanse," she said.

"Perfect," Draco said absently, finishing the form and duplicating it before sending one down to admin and beginning to write out a schedule for the next weeks brewing based on their current inventory.

"He goes out of his way to have tea with you every day an' that's not easy for those auror types," Donna said, dropping down into the chair beside him.

Draco made a noise of acknowledgement, hoping she would drop it.

She did not.

"I know you fancy the tits off him," Donna went on.

Draco felt himself flush and cursed internally. He said stiffly, "I most certainly do not. I appreciate his friendship."

"And his arse," Donna grinned.

Draco felt the flush go red hot, "That is highly inappropriate and I-"

The door slammed open, "Raid's gone bad! You're needed on the ground now!" An auror shouted, only pausing long enough to throw them a cloth sack containing an emergency portkey.

Draco rushed to the cabinets, pulling out two bandoleers covered in cloth loops that perfectly fit vials he was already charming into them, antidotes, calming draughts, wound cleanse, burn heal, bone repair, deep sleep, and a great deal of blood replenishing potion. He pulled his bandoleer on, pushing the other in Donna's unresisting hands as he snatched up the portkey sack.

Donna's was shaking as she fumbled the potions over her chest, "I don't- I've never-!"

Draco acciod another calming draught, "Take a sip, follow my instructions. The worst of it will be over once we arrive.

Donna nodded, tapping the top of the vial with her wand, making the waxy substance disappear, and took rather more than a sip.

Draco gave her a disproving look and took the vial and a very small sip to calm his own nerves before opening the sack. He grabbed Donna's hand, "Lace your fingers with mine," he ordered. Once she had, he grabbed hold of the empty tin inside and they were pulled away and-

-landed with a sickening lurch in a street filled with smoke and the acrid smell of dark magic and blood. A high screeching wail like nails on a chalkboard rose behind them, signalling a massive magic rebound.

"Over here!" A voice yelled.

Draco ducked and pulled Donna with him to an overturned muggle bus that was providing cover for the injured. Weasley was in charge of the lot of them, his attention divided between what was happening further down the street and the junior aurors attempting to stabilise their comrades.

Draco zeroed in on an auror with a massive gash on his thigh, darkening the colour of his red robes to nearly black.

"You remember the diagnostic spells?" Draco said to Donna, casting it quickly and hoping she wasn't so close to panic as to be useless

Donna nodded stiffly, her eyes wide.

Draco knelt by the auror, pushing his hands out of the way as he cut his trousers and got the cloth out of the wound."Stop bleeding first, clean the wounds, then heal them-" The diagnostic showed no internal bleeding so he opened a vial of wound-cleanse and poured it over the gash. "Use blood replenishing potions if they're going into shock but not if-"

"They have internal bleeding," Donna finished shakily, kneeling next to him, to give the auror a calming draught.

Draco nodded, as he cast a healing charm over the wound, "If they're in danger give them the deep sleep, it will buy us time until the healers arrive."

"That might be a while!" Weasley shouted over a distant explosion. "Right after you came in one of them tried to tear down our anti-apparition wards and did a botch job; magic surges all throughout the boundaries. No one's coming in or out unless they want to end up minced." He turned away abruptly, his hand pressing a little black device in his ear which told him something that prompted him to shout orders back.

Once Draco was certain the healing charm was working, he moved onto the next auror. He cast diagnostics over the remaining eight wounded, handing out potions to the junior aurors for simple wound care and burns. Donna had shaken off her initial fear and was helping a young auror with a nasty head wound, her mouth set in a grim line. Draco went to an auror with short brown hair, showing no external wounds but pale with pain although she never cried out.

Draco cast a few more diagnostics over her. Her collarbone was broken, though luckily the bone hadn't moved so he didn't have to realign it. He took out a skele-grow and removed the seal, "You're collarbone is broken. I'm going to give you this and then immobilize you while the potion works, understand?"

"Give it to me," the auror demanded through gritted teeth.

Draco pressed the vial to her lips and petrified her torso as the potion took hold. Her breathing shot up and her eyes squeezed shut as she rode through a wave of brief excruciating pain, leaving her collarbone whole once more.

He turned to move to the next auror when she stopped him with a barked, "Wait!"

"Are you experiencing pain elsewhere?" he asked.

"No, take the spell off, I can go back out there," she said.

Draco hesitated, "I don't-"

Her voice ticked up in urgency, "Come on! Stop wasting time!"

Draco frowned at her. He yelled over at the bus, "Weasley!"

Weasley was peering around the side of the bus and hurried over to them, "It's almost over now. We have the last of them cornered on the other end of the perimeter." He looked over the wounded, "Everyone alright?"

Draco nodded, "No serious injuries, everyone's stabilised."

"Sir!" the Auror shouted over Draco, "I'm fit to go back out!"

Weasley looked down at her, shaking his head, "We're nearly out of it now, Row, you stay-"

"I can help!" Row interrupted, rocking on the ground, trying to break the immobilization spell, "I can- I can-" her eyes lit up, "I can go out to check for more wounded! I can take him with me!" she nodded at Draco.

"Is she healed up?" Weasley asked quietly, rubbing his hand over his forehead and glanced towards the edge of the bus again.

"Broken collarbone but still fragile, easily re-broken," Draco answered with growing unease.

Weasley nodded, keeping his voice at a whisper, "I wouldn't do this normally but I don't have any other aurors to spare and I lost contact with Harry ten minutes ago. He's not with the main group."

Draco's chest squeezed painfully, "Potter is-"

"Not now," Weasley grabbed his arm roughly. He released Row from the binding spell and waited until she was on her feet to continue, "The last of the suspects are three blocks down and two left, stay away from that area, check the other side. You know homenum revelio?"

Draco nodded.

"Of course," Row said, drawing her wand and adjusting her robes. She nearly bounced on her toes in anticipation.

"Good," Weasley said and addressed Row firmly, "I swear to Merlin, Rowena, follow my orders. You go off half-incanted again and you're on desk duty, you understand?"

Row frowned slightly, hiding the expression as well as she could as she straightened and said stiffly, "Yes, sir."

Weasley hesitated and then nodded, "Off with you then."

Row shot to the end of the bus, pressing her back against the dented metal and peering around the side with care and far too much excitement for Draco's liking.

Weasley recruited another healed auror to go with them, sending him over to Row after repeating the orders he had given her.

Draco glanced over at Donna, making sure she was still doing well before he left.

Weasley rejoined Draco in a few long strides, his voice still low so only Draco could hear, "Harry had his invisibility cloak on. If he's under it, the revealing charm won't show him."

Draco's brow furrowed, he was certain invisibility cloaks couldn't obfuscate homenum revelio that way.

"Just keep an eye out," Weasley said, clapping his shoulder with anxious energy and drifting a few steps back.

Row glanced back at Draco impatiently, already ducking down, wand drawn, "Let's go."