Harry Potter had been an Aurora for three months, when his team discovered Greyback in an old crypt on the night of the full moon. They hadn't realized Greyback was in the crypt, so it was only thanks to Harry's quick thinking that no one on his team was killed. They managed to sedate the fully turned werewolf and pack him off to Azkaban before they all headed home. It wasn't till Harry got home and started washing his robes that he realized he had been bit. The right thing to do, would be to report to the ministry his infliction, but he had seen what that did for Remus Lupin, his friend had told him about some of the laws preventing him from ever having too much money or a home of his own. He didn't want to be persecuted as his old mentor had, he couldn't afford to be, not with Andromeda and Teddy dependant on him for their daily living.

So he didn't report it to the ministry, but he did go to Hermione. He couldn't risk not going to Hermione. He needed to either find somewhere he could lock himself down or find someone who knew how to brew the wolfsbane potion, and Hermione was always the best at finding things. Hermione had done a quick spell, to confirm that he had been infected, then had looked quite morose as she said, "I'm afraid I'd have no idea where to even start brewing this particular potion, Professor Snape was the only one who ever brewed it successfully and he kept his notes under lock and key." Hermione had pursed her lips and said, "Draco might be able to."

Harry had scoffed, "Malfoy! You want me to go to Malfoy and ask him to brew the potion?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I know you still don't like Draco, but he's the only Potions Master I know, and he owes you two life debts, so he can't refuse and if you ask him not to tell anyone he won't be able to. I also have it on good authority that Snape gave him access to his notes in the event of his death so Draco might be the only person who can brew the potion."

After Harry had grudgingly agreed to it, Hermione had said, "Right, I'll inform Draco tomorrow at lunch." At Harry's confused expression she patted his hand and said, "Didn't I tell you, Draco and I have lunch together once a week?"

Harry had snapped, "Why would you have lunch with that git?"

Hermione gave Harry the look, the one that clearly stated she thought he was an idiot and couldn't see the obvious, "Because Draco is one of the few friends I have who can actually have an intelligent conversation, we can talk for hours, either about the latest discover he's made in potions, or the latest case study I've been doing."

Harry had been perplexed, Draco Malfoy had been horrible to Hermione in school, called her every name in the book, how could she just up and call him her friend? When Harry voiced these thoughts Hermione smiled and said, "A year ago I never would have thought to call him my friend. He was horrible to me, but one day about five months ago I was looking for a very rare potion, and one of the other med-witches recommended I go to this little shop, the shop told me they didn't have the potion in storage, but the Potions Master who supplied their shop would probably have it, he gave me his card. Obviously the Potion Master turned out to be Draco, and at first I was hesitant to fire-called him, but I really need that potion. After talking for a little while, Draco invited me over, and we talked for a bit. Before I left, he apologized for being so horrible in school, said he regretted it. He said he still believed that Purebloods need to be treasured but that his believes where never the real reason he had been so cruel. He admitted to being jealous of me. At first I was suspicious, I thought maybe he just had some sort of agenda, but then he invited me to lunch and soon I realized he really wasn't the same Draco Malfoy we used to fight with in school. He didn't even insult Ron when he came along to one of our lunches to be sure Draco wasn't trying to make a move on me or something."

Harry was still reeling over the conversation two days later. Hermione had send him an owl confirming that Draco would keep it a secret and was looking into Snape's notes on the potion, and that Draco would contact him soon. She hadn't said when Draco would be contacting him, or how, only that he would soon. As He finally forced himself into slumber, he hoped that soon meant sometime tomorrow.

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