"Well, there were plenty of witnesses."
                              
"Healers don't generally eat with wardens, though, Harry."
                              
"Even if I cared, surely you wouldn't dream of telling me that while we are eating together?"
                              
"No. I will talk to him about propriety."
                              
"And I'll eat with who I want."
                              
"Harry... I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't. You just keep getting in trouble. He's a department head."
                              
"And what the hell am I?" he said, though he was the only person in his department.
                              
She nodded. "True. But Healer Higgs is used to a little respect. You refuse to call him by his title."
                              
"Well, I wouldn't want him to think he outranks me."
                              
She smiled, slightly. "Would you consider keeping it civil... in front of witnesses?"
                              
"Are you saying you want me to drag him into a dark room and beat the shit out of him?"
                              
She rubbed her eyes. "No... just... stay out of trouble. Enjoy your day."
                              
Harry collapsed in his seat, but his respite was short-lived. Hermione's head appeared in the floo. Harry checked that his door was locked and knelt down. "What happened?"
                              
"I went there, Harry. His blood is still on the terrace, the window is directly above it, and he sustained injuries that match a fall at that height. The only portraits I found that didn't hiss mudblood at me, said that the only people they saw were Draco and his parole officer, who came daily."
                              
"What about the house elf?"
                              
"I didn't find one."
                              
"There shouldn't be one there, Hermione."
                              
"I know. They were all freed and only work on commission," she said. "I'll send a message and ask for information."

                              
Harry nodded. "Thank you for checking."
                              
"I'll see you Friday for dinner, then?"
                              
"Okay, sounds good," he said and bid her goodbye as he waved the connection away.
                              
It was time for afternoon appointments. They were easy, not too much effort and, as he went to Draco's room, Natalie stopped him and said not to do anything too deep or else. Then she hugged him.
                              
"Thank you," she whispered and walked away. There were quite a few wardens around her desk, and they smiled at him. He waved awkwardly and looked to Natalie, who shooed him away. She'll handle them.
                              
Harry went inside Draco's room and realized that his shakes were starting in. The Calming Potion had worn off. He realized that the wardens might start talking to him, now... or worse Higgs.
                              
"Bastard."
                              
Draco gave him a look as he shut off what looked like Taggert.
                              
"Not you... had another run-in with that prick, Higgs. I think he's sore that I beat him at quidditch when I was a first-year."
                              
Draco grimaced, but didn't say anything.
                              
"I have special orders from Natalie not to push it."
                              
Draco nodded his head.
                              
"But everything's... okay?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded. "Good."
                              
Harry sat down at his side, facing the door. He took his hand and scolded him about slacking on his exercises. Draco rolled his eyes. Harry took a deep breath as the last vestiges of the potion wore off. He was shaky as he massaged Draco's hand.