Draco blushed. "I realize that I was an asshole at school and had a bloody mark branded on my arm, but you can call the last hospital I worked. Almost half my pay went to a charity for abused children, Weasley. I already set up a similar donation payout to the War Victim's Fund here. I... I want to help people."
They both looked at him, surprised and embarrassed. Weasley started, "Sorry... it's... we've always been...."
"I don't think it's a "we" Ron. I think I was a right bastard to you and you have every right to call me out on it. I was an angry kid whose father was Lucius Malfoy. I know exactly what kind of things Harry went through," Draco murmured, looking at Harry's door.
"Why would you know...."
Granger smacked him as she obviously understood his meaning. "Ron! But anyway. He said that the wards are still locked to everyone. But he has an Auror waiting at the gates to assist us."
Draco sighed. "Oh, goody. Hopefully, I don't get arrested."
"You wouldn't...."
"Please. I'm a Malfoy and a former Death Eater. I'm not that naïve to think they just forgot about the war."
"No... but I certainly won't stand for it. Let's get going."
"Now?" Draco asked, worriedly
"Yes, the Auror is already there. You're the owner and only one who knows what books to look for."
"Right. I don't know if we can leave Harry that long," he said, eying Weasley. "Will you stay here with Harry?"
Ron's mouth was thin. He liked none of this but nodded.
"The Auror will be with us. I'd offer up my wand, but I may need it for the wards."
"That won't be necessary," Hermione said. "Come on, let's tell Harry and get going."
Draco did, though he didn't tell him where, just that he was going to find books on the subject and if he was fine with Ron there.
"Okay," he mumbled.
"Thanks, Harry. Maybe play a game? They should have some in the visitor tea room," Draco suggested.
Ron agreed. Hermione led the way to the Apparation point and side-Apparated him to the gates of the Manor. She shivered, looking at the dreary house.
"I had hoped that they would have burned that fucker to the ground. Nearly a millennium of Malfoy assholes lived in that bloody house. I once thought of that face with some pride, but as I read and heard about their stories of cheating, stealing and exploiting people to gain that wealth, I learned it was all a sham."
"The little Malfoy brat shows contrition for the sins of his forefathers... and father," hissed an Auror appearing out of nowhere. He must have had a Disillusion Charm on. Draco lowered his head, feeling the shame of his condemnation.
"That is unkind, Auror Dawlish. Draco saved Harry from his father and helped us during the war!" Hermione defended.
"Once a Death Eater... always a Death Eater...."
"That is not true! He wasn't...."
"Don't Granger. Let's just go in. Please unlock the gates," Draco asked, blushing.
"I don't take orders from...."
"Unlock them and return the wards to Draco's control, now, or have you brought up charges for withholding property!" she snapped.
Dawlish lowered the Auror locks and pointed his wand at Draco, who flinched but felt nothing. "Done, your highness. I don't know how he's convinced you to do this...."