Daphne let herself into Montague's flat.

"Chris?"

She had not heard from him in almost two weeks. He was bound to be out of potions by now. She'd secretly brewed this batch and made it a bit weaker than usual. She was going to clean him up and get him away from Montague and Pucey. Daphne was in no situation to save anyone seeing as how she could not even save herself, but she was still going to try. Warrington was like her. He just made bad choices.

"Christian Warrington?"

Daphne rounded the sofa in the loft and saw him lying face-first on the floor. He was nude too. She screamed and rushed to his side, skidding on her knees. His body was not cold though. It was quite warm actually. She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. One of his arms went around her waist, and he kissed her neck. Daphne pushed back and glared at him.

"What the fuck?"

"Hullo, Daphs. How did you know I wanted company?"

"What are you doing on the floor? Naked?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Daphne sighed and helped him sit up then stand. They made their way unsteadily to the sofa. He pulled her down with him, chuckling and nuzzling her.

"Stop that." Daphne pushed away. "What have you been taking?"

"I dunno. Aaron stopped by and brought some stuff. It was not as good as yours, not as clean."

Daphne swore under her breath and felt his forehead with the back of her hand. He was burning up. She debated taking him to Mungo's. They'd probably arrest him when they found out what all he had taken. Daphne knew she needed to get his temperature down though. She quickly striped out of her shoes, shirt and jeans.

"That's the spirit."

"Come on," Daphne snapped. "We need to cool you off."

"But-"

"Chris, your body is too warm. It could cause damage."

Daphne somehow managed to get him into the shower and get the cold water running over them. She was holding him propped against the wall. She was just in her bra and knickers and was shivering. Daphne rested her cheek on his bare chest as the water fell around them. This was so messed up. Aaron was supposed to be his best mate. He knew Warrington could not take care of himself. She was not certain when she started crying, but she had.

"Daphs? What's... did I hurt you?"

Daphne swiped at her eyes and looked up at him. "No, love. You didn't." But Montague has hurt YOU, and now he has to be stopped. It was crystal to Daphne what was going on here. Aaron was tying up loose ends. He must somehow know that Warrington had talked. Thank the gods he'd bought impure potions to do it with or Chris might have overdosed. The bastard could not even be arsed to stick around and make sure the deed was done. Unlucky for him though because now he had incurred the wrath.

"Do me a favor though, yeah? Don't take anything but what I give you? Promise? You know how jealous I can be. Only take my potions, okay? Promise?"

"Now, Daphs..."

She shoved his shoulders against the tile hard. "Promise me!"

"All right," Warrington said with wide eyes. "I promise."

"And we're getting you out of here tonight."

"But..."

"I'll take care of it. You don't worry."



{SUMMARY} Though she is in no place to do so, Daphne takes on a huge project.