Blaise leaned forward and asked, "Do you want us to leave?" Neville was standing behind him.
Draco shook his head. "No, don't. Sorry, it just hit me hard all of a sudden."
Harry put his hand on the table, but didn't reach for him. "It's fine. You had a lot of ups and downs today."
"Harry's right. It's completely normal to get overwhelmed," Joel said, from his side.
Draco just nodded and didn't want to talk about it. It had finally dawned on him what the issue was. His controls hadn't asserted themselves, and for once in a long time, his emotions had nearly free reign. He wasn't sure what it meant. He looked up after a while and realized there had again been a long, concerned silence.
"Well, are you guys done with exams?" he asked, breaking the tension.
Blaise gave Neville his seat and conjured another for himself at the head of the table, as there were only three chairs. Neville talked about some of the crazy answers their students put on their exams. Blaise told him about how one of his students cursed another student's nose off, and Madam Pomfrey almost couldn't spell it back. Blaise nearly failed him, but Neville convinced him to just give him a detention. Neville's practical exams shouldn't have been exciting, but one of his students decided to taste-test a bubotuber pustule.
He would live to regret that, Draco thought, with a chuckle. Blaise was laughing more than a professor should, but then again, he had always laughed at stupidity. Neville was sympathetic to his student.
A knock at the door stopped the discussion, and Blaise got up to open the door, as he announced, "Delivery!"
Draco watched as a tray of five covered plates floated into the room as Blaise paid the barely-of-age delivery wizard. The kid looked astonished at meeting his former professor in the hospital and his gaze widened as he surveyed the room. Unluckily for Harry, the kid realized that the Chosen One was there. Draco, thankfully, had no recent photos of himself blasted across the front page.
"Is that...?"
"Yeah, here, keep the change. Your sous will be hearing from me if this is wrong," Blaise said, warningly.
"Yes, Mist-I mean-Professor Zabini!" he responded promptly.
"Thanks," Blaise said and shut the door, before the kid could ask any more questions. "Dinner à la Draco is served."
"What?" Draco said.
Harry laughed and met his eyes. "I asked Blaise to get your favorites."
Draco's eyes widened and he looked at Blaise.
"I choose three. Who needs side dishes?" Blaise responded, and set one of the floating plates in front of him and lifted the lid. "Voilà! Braised duck in a cranberry chutney, vegetable curry and a slice of Beef Wellington."
"Holy Salazar! You expect me to eat all of this? I just had cake," Draco gasped, amazed at the delicious-looking food.
"Yeah, I was going to mention that you might be spoiling your dinner, but hey, make room in there, blondie," Blaise laughed.
 Draco rolled his eyes, but took up his knife and fork to take a bite, as Blaise set the other plates down on the table.
Harry wished him another "happy birthday" before trying a bite. He nodded in approval. "It's good."
Draco agreed, as he bit into a juicy, flavorful bit. Blaise hadn't skipped out on quality, though Draco didn't have much quality food in the last six years. He really liked the three luxury main courses that Blaise had ordered. They were flawless, though Draco had some difficulty cutting the steak, but he managed, slow and steady. Blaise treated him to more of his teacher tales, with Neville dropping in some anecdotes as they ate. He had to force himself to finish it all.