Heaven Through a Window • Drarry •

Chapter Nineteen: Dracosexuality

Paperwork arrived from the Ministry, and thanks to Ginevra, Draco was expecting it. The Guardianship Committee were coming to collect Potter's wand. They wanted a report with an updated prognosis, the extent to which Potter needed to be watched if he ever went outside again, the extent to which he remembered spells of protection, and his ability to discern risk.

The Ministry had set the court date for three months' time, but required the documentation in six weeks.

The Private Investigator had found a few leads, but they were all dead ends. They'd tracked down the descendants of that art restoration place Dilys had visited all those years ago. Draco looked through two hundred pages of interviews with portraits just in case, even though the summary concluded that the investigation had been unsuccessful.

Draco now had over a year of Healing Records to parse through, and the photograph debacle to downplay.

Again, he skipped the dream journal entries that said things like, 'When I'm dying, I'll want my heaven to look like today, but whilst I'm alive, I'd like tomorrow to be different'.

Draco had to be honest in the report. He was cautiously optimistic and concluded that if Potter continued at his current trajectory and nobody cursed him or sent him malicious communications, he'd be back to his annoying self by autumn or winter.

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About a month later, Ronald wrote requesting a meeting. Draco went up to see him in the Visitors' Tearoom after his ward round.

"All right?" Ronald asked.

At that moment, Neville and Augusta Longbottom walked by, and Neville clapped Draco on the shoulder. "Nice to see you both."

"Good afternoon," Draco said.

"Good to see you taking a break, Healer Malfoy," Mrs Longbottom said over her shoulder.

Ronald raised his eyebrows and dropped a sugar cube into his coffee. "Didn't know you were chummy with Neville."

"I'll have you know that Longbottom and I are cordial."

Weasley didn't need to know that Mrs Longbottom ignored him for his first two years as a Trainee Healer.

"So," Draco began, "what do you want?"

"Harry seems to be doing well. He says there's a couple of months till that Ministry hearing."

"Yeah." Draco wondered where this was going.

Ronald leant forwards on his elbows. "He says you're a dickhead, but he trusts you."

Draco looked around to check that the tearoom was deserted, then nodded as this was a fair judgement. "What do you expect me to say: I'm a lovely person out to kill him?"

"Look, I know we don't know each other very well, but as Harry's friend, I've got to find out what your intentions are towards him."

"Explain."

"To be frank, you do what's in your own best interests. So why are you helping Harry like this?"

"I'm a Healer. I work in the best interests of my patients."

Ronald cocked his head to the side. "Don't you think you're going a bit above and beyond?"

"It might be that what is best for him is what is best for me." Draco crushed his fingers into a fist and straightened them out again. They had no right to know, no right.

"But you hated Harry."

Draco barely knew himself, hadn't ever had cause to put into words how he felt about Potter. He couldn't explain why he was skirting the line, or was dangerously close to throwing everything away on a man who sometimes even didn't know who he was.