Nat gave him a look. "Think of the long-long-ago, in the before time... before Draco graced our ward? When people would dump patients on you... or a healer came into your ward for no reason? You were-are very testy with people, who aren't your patients anyway. Do you know how many times I have called Security for you? More than everyone in the hospital combined. You might want to be friendlier. New era of interdepartmental cooperation and all."
Harry grimaced. Maybe he still had anger issues. "Point. Sorry, Harper. But stop with the kid gloves. I just had two months off. I'm emotionally content."
Natalie laughed. "I bet. How is Draco?" 
Harry was about to say he couldn't talk about him, but he realized that Draco wasn't his patient anymore. Other than Draco's wishes, there was nothing saying that said he couldn't talk about him.
"Harry?" Nat asked, concerned, and Harper looked curiously at him, too.
"Sorry... I just realized that I can talk about him," he said and smiled.
"Oh boy... you got it bad," Nat laughed. "Don't worry. We can talk all about your dates and conversations when you're ready."
Harry looked at her, horrified. "No, I can't!"
She rolled her eyes. "You just said...."
"That doesn't mean I will!"
Harper burst out laughing. "Don't worry, Harry. Draco will talk about you to his mates, but if you don't want to... it's okay. Nat was just offering."
Harry sighed and looked at her. "It's... new... different."
"And you're scared, right?" she guessed.
"I'm an emotionally disturbed, apparently moody, head case with confidence issues."
"Well, at least you admit it," she laughed.
He snorted.
"Hey, come on. Draco knew all of that. You know he's head over heels for ya, right? Calm down."
Harry took a deep breath. "I do. It's weird being back. I haven't read... I've been too scared to ask... what were the headlines?"
Nat smiled. "Not too bad. 'Fairy Tale Romance' was one, and quite a few speculated about your and his preferences. Your mate Ginny was hounded for a while, asking if she was your 'beard.'"
Harry gave her a look. "What does that mean?"
"Oh, Harry, you're hopeless sometimes. It means someone who pretends to go out with you, to cover for the fact that you are... well... not straight," she said, gently.
Harry thought about it. "She wasn't."
"I understand."
"Anything bad... here?" he asked, unsure if he was walking into an inquiry board.
"Nothing that I have heard. It was only a dance... not... well... confirmation," Nat said.
"We're boyfriends, now," Harry said and felt subconscious about Natalie and Harper's reaction.
"Congrats, Harry!" she said, and Harper gave him a big smile. "I'm glad you... took that step."
Harry nodded. "It's... hard to explain... how I feel about him."
"If you want to talk about it... we are here for you," she said.
Harper nodded and said, "We are, and Joel is, too. We'll give you space, if that's what you need."
"Thanks. It's new... well... newish. We had lunch every day for the last month... and talked... and I... really like him," he admitted, staring at the floor, blushing.