Draco raised an eyebrow, incredulously.
                              
"What? I do. It's awkward enough with me here treating you. In an ideal world, you could get another healer that you don't have a... troubled hi온라인카지노게임 with. The most important thing about your medical care is being at ease, Draco. It shouldn't be stressful. Your recovery is stressful enough. I'll take over the daily care things and don't worry, while it is preferred to change linens and robes, it is unnecessary. We mostly do it to help get the patients moving and adjusting to daily life. I'll just use magic. Okay?"
                              
Draco stared at him. As though trying to figure out what or who the hell he was. Harry smiled and he sent a Patronus to Natalie, who brought his afternoon potions and nutrients. Draco didn't resist drinking them. Harry said that he'll see him later and headed out to check on four patients. Two with severe back injuries, one with a shattered hip bone and the last was a torn leg ligament that hadn't been healed right. The first three were done and dealt with, and Harry was just finishing up on the last, when a knock sounded at the door.
                              
Natalie entered. "Auror... Healer Potter... there's someone here to see you from the Ministry."
                              
Harry frowned. "Thank you, Natalie. Joel... please escort them to my office. I'll just be five minutes."
                              
"No problem," Joel said, and they left.
                              
Harry apologized for the interruption, but the burly Scotsman said that his leg had felt that good in years. He didn't care a 'lik. He gave Harry a hug as he left, but just as Harry walked out of the room, he ran into Joel.
                              
"Sir! I tried to tell her not to go in there, but she said no one can prohibit her from seeing her parolee. I told her I would call hospital security and the Aurors, but she didn't believe me! I'm sorry, I didn't want to get in trouble by stopping her."
                              
Harry stormed off to Draco's room and sent a Patronus to security, just in case. Joel lagged behind and winced as Harry burst into Draco's room. Joel and Natalie followed.
                              
"What do you think you are doing?" he growled.
                              
Draco was already trembling as the tight-lipped woman turned. "Harry?"
                              
His eyes narrowed and it took a second, but he recognized her. "Penelope Clearwater?"
                              
"It's been a long time. Are you his healer?"
                              
"I am. My assistant said he informed you that I have restricted all visitors to...."
                              
"You can't restrict me. He's under the control of the Ministry Probation and Parole Department. I don't need your permission."
                              
"I can decide whatever I want. I'm his healer. Your presence is not required. He's unarmed and under an Immoblious Charm. He's not going anywhere. You can post a guard outside of his room, but no one will be allowed in here. Now, leave."
                              
"Harry... he's a Death Eater. I need to see him every day."
                              
Harry straightened up. If he was done with people calling Draco a Death Eater, he was sure Draco was sick of it. "I said leave, now!" he growled.
                              
She was so confused about the situation. "Harry... I have authority over him. I have to..."
                              
"And I have authority over you. You have no business here. I will exercise my rights as Mr. Malfoy's healer to deny you and any other Ministry official under Medical Directive 67-01."
                              
"What? Harry, you have no idea what you are talking about."
                              
"Like hell, I will! And it's you who doesn't know what they are talking about! I was an Auror, Clearwater."
                              
"You flunked out."
                              
"I was still fully-trained."
                              
She snorted. "And you couldn't hack it."