"I'm fine."
                              
"Sure. Of course, you are. You would deny it to the bitter end. You forget what happened when you left the Aurors?"
                              
Harry struggled to remain in the moment. "They were shooting spells at me. Ron got hit and I... it's not the same, Hermione. Look, I know you care."
                              
"I do more than care. You're my brother, and I want to see you happy. Both Ron and I do. He thought you two would be taking on bad guys until retirement."
                              
"I'm sorry to disappoint," he said, lowering his head.
                              
"Harry... no... he's happy that you found something that you enjoy! It's just... he misses you. Even when you come over... you're not happy. We notice, Harry. Both of us... we want you to have a pain-free life."
                              
"I'm trying, Hermione," he said, and she hugged him.
                              
"I know, Harry. We need to change something... will you come live with us?"
                              
He snorted. "Absolutely not. When I'm not avoiding you and Ron kissing, I'd be tackled by your munchkins. Just give me a bit. Let me heal him, and we'll see what happens after."
                              
She let out a sigh. "Harry... I can't lose you, too. Please be careful. This thing with Malfoy... you never could let it go. Harry... I know that you are trying to save him, and I want you to realize that you might not be able to."
                              
He looked at her and pushed the thought from his mind. "I have to try, Hermione."
                              
"I know," she said and brought her hand to his cheek. "Is there anything I can do?"
                              
Harry looked at her, relieved. "I need his Ministry file."
                              
She straightened up. "Now, you're asking me to go around the rules and ignore his privacy?"
                              
Harry frowned. "I'm his healer. I want to see the report of what happened."
                              
"That is asking a lot."
                              
"Hermione, give it to me, or I'll make Ron do it. And I'll be able to blackmail him."
                              
She looked at him with a smile. "I will... after I review it, myself."
                              
"Are you investigating McGrath?"
                              
"Yes, Harry. I'm on your side, but I have a job to do, too. There's bureaucracy. As much as I want to snap your fingers and fix your problems, it's just not... possible. We don't need a scandal of impropriety."
                              
"Merlin forbade we make the gossipmongers mad," he said.
                              
"We also don't want to be corrupt, either. If you can explain why you won't tell me about Malfoy's case for privacy reasons and it's fine that I violate his privacy... I'd be willing to hear it that argument."
                              
Harry grumbled. "Fine."
                              
"Alright, Harry. Get some sleep. Dinner's in your muggle fridge that I noticed doesn't run off electricity. I don't want to know how."
                              
"Yeah, you do. You just don't want to have to fine me for it," he smirked.
                              
She hugged him tightly. "Probably. Please take care of yourself, for me."
                              
Harry hugged her tightly and wished her goodnight. He ate his dinner and went to sleep, avoiding his traditional glass of firewhiskey. I don't have a problem, he thought petulantly. Harry didn't have that same sentiment when he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and drunk his glass then.
                              
He was groggy when morning came, but got to the hospital around six. The alcohol was just out of his system when he Apparated. He went straight to Draco's room and saw that he was already awake. He wondered if Draco was sleeping enough, but pushed open the door. Draco tightened up, but relaxed when he heard his voice.