Draco snorted. "But there's no slacking, Harry."
                              
Harry smiled at him but paused unsure if Draco really meant for him to stay. He couldn't look either of them in the eye.
                              
"Harry?"
                              
Harry took a deep breath and slowly met his eyes.
                              
"I'll see you later, okay?" Draco said, softly.
                              
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, Draco. Bye, Blaise," he just mumbled before he left. He went to his office, and Joel was waiting for him.
                              
"Did you tell him?" Joel asked, hopefully.
                              
"No," Harry said. "I'm not going to. Will you be here tomorrow morning? Let him know that I'm okay?"
                              
"I think I should come with you, Harry. Nat can tell him."
                              
Harry shook his head. If he came with him, then people might assume that Joel is his mind healer. He didn't need to cause more speculation.
                              
"Please don't come. I'd appreciate it, but it'd only cause more drama. Would you mind getting an extra Calming Potion for me?"
                              
"Of course. Harry, I think this is going to be harder than you realize."
                              
"I know, but Draco needs to be able to sleep at night, knowing that the man that tried to kill him is put away for life."
                              
"It's not a sure thing," Joel said, trying to prepare him.
                              
"But there's also the chance it could work."
                              
Joel nodded. "I hope it does. Send me a Patronus... if you need me, alright?"
                              
Harry nodded and Joel left. Nat brought him a spiked tea, which Harry wasn't sure why she liked giving his Calming Draught in his tea, but it was good. After just the first swallow, he could breathe easier. The trial now seemed a distant thing, not to be concerned with, and Blaise was a good guy. Heck, Blaise was even trying to be nice. Still, he represented everything that Harry feared: a strong, confident personality, a former enemy, and most of all, he was Draco's soon-to-be-liberator.
                              
Harry couldn't let that fear go... that Blaise was there to take Draco home... away from him. Harry had to push those feelings aside, though. Draco's needs were more important. Draco had to leave the hospital and move on with his life. He didn't need to be trapped like Harry was. Harry took another long drink. Draco was going to leave him one day. He knew that. He might as well accept it, no matter how much it hurt.
                              
***
                              
"I swear I wasn't trying to be... me," Blaise said, after Harry left.
                              
"I don't think it's just that. He's been getting worse, but you are so... you," Draco muttered.
                              
"I am. Alright, here's the file for your perusing. You're still rich, and the manor is in your name, as all properties reverted to you upon your mother's death. Unfortunately, there were some legal shenanigans at the Ministry during those years, and certain accounts mysteriously disappeared. Theo's paying for Gringotts to audit your probate arbitration. As you were detained at her death, there was a procedure that was supposed to be followed. Namely, you signing things, you appointing a guardian or conservator of your estate, or they had to appoint one. They didn't."
                              
"Interesting."
                              
"I got your solicitor, too. Two, actually. Go-getters who were friends with Potter. Remember the Patil sisters? They started their own firm and are quite good. Padma is relentless on the legal side, and Parvati is good at swaying the court. I explained what I could to them, but they're looking into your case for... everything. They can smell blood in the water."