"Sorry for scaring you and Hermione... and everyone else."
                              
"You don't have to apologize, again. I know how much you are hurting."
                              
Harry let go. "Is Hermione... mad?"
                              
"Mad? No, Harry, though she was almost hysterical last night before we got Zabini's owl."
                              
He quirked his head. "Zabini?"
                              
"Yeah, he said that Neville took you someplace safe."
                              
His eyes widened as he remembered that there was someone else in the graveyard last night. "He was with Neville... last night?"
                              
"Yeah... well, tjey were together when they came over. Hey, did you know Neville's gay, too? Cause I bloody-well didn't know."
                              
"No... but Zabini's his boyfriend?" Harry pressed.
                              
"Yeah... that's weird, right? The son of a notorius serial killer with our boy, Neville? Man... weird times. Not sure if I like the bloke. He was sulking in my den, eavesdropping on our conversation last night."
                              
Eavesdropping? "He told Draco," Harry said, flatly.
                              
"I guess."
                              
Harry nodded. "Luna said you went to the hospital?"
                              
"She did?" Ron asked, a bit confused. "I mean, yeah, I did, but it wasn't exactly public knowledge."
                              
"Huh... well, I should get to work, then."
                              
"I figured. I'll Apparate you there and get you to your office," Ron offered.
                              
"Okay," Harry agreed, knowing he needed that reassurance. The hoard was bound to be waiting for him. They exited out of Luna's bedroom and down the stairs. Thankfully, the crater-size hole from the erumpent horn explosion was repaired.
                              
Luna was spelling a new design on a wall, and it looked like a dragon. Harry walked over and hugged her, thanking her for taking care of him.
                              
"It's not a problem, Harry," Luna said. "It was nice to come home. I usually only come during the summer."
                              
Harry nodded and wondered. "What do you teach?"
                              
"Oh... Divination," she said.
                              
Harry's eyes widened. "Umm... really?"
                              
"Yes, Professor Trelawney retired after the war and Firenze was allowed to return to the centaurs."
                              
"I... didn't know that you... umm... liked Divination," Harry said, awkwardly.
                              
"It's not really a question about liking or disliking it, now is it?" Luna said, tilting her head. 
                              
Harry grimaced, now uncertain. "No?"
                              
"Go on, Harry. Draco is anxious."
                              
Harry nodded and looked at her, curiously, and wondered. "And you... know that?"
                              
She smirked, "Don't you?"
                              
He looked at Ron, who shrugged and said, "Let's go, face the music."
                              
Harry nodded. They walked out the door past the dirigible plums and down the garden path to outside the ward line. Ron offered his hand, and Harry took it.
                              
***
                              
Draco was staring at the wall, trying to control his breathing. It was almost noon, again, and Harry hadn't returned. He hadn't slept at all last night, and he refused to eat or take his potions since Harry had left. Nat decided not to do magic administration, except the nutrient potion. He was in some pain, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He just needed to know that Harry was okay.