A/N: Hi! I'm back :D Hope you like the chapter.

"Ask her to come while you work."

"What?! Are you out of your mind?" Draco looked aghast.

"She'll see how good you are with kids!"

"We're-we only had one date, Blaise! We're not going to have kids any time soon!"

Blaise smirked. "So you will…eventually, right?"

Draco grabbed Blaise by the ear and pulled him up the stairs. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…"

He let go of Blaise's ear. "Get the message?"

"Um…no, not really."

Draco grabbed his ear again. "Don't. Make. Stupid. Jokes."

"I-I'll try."

Saturday, eight o'clock

"Thanks for coming, sorry, I have to work."

"Oh, it's alright. Um…so you're a Healer?"

"Yep. Why so surprised?"

"Just…I don't know, I thought you'd be a banker or something."

"Nah, Blaise is, though."

Hermione had waited for him in the waiting room, but now they walked to his office. "Make yourself at home," he said, pushing a chair on wheels towards her. Hermione grabbed it and sat down. She began to speak, but was interrupted when a patient walked in.

"Hi, I'm Gary, this is Monica," the man said, shaking his hand. "It's a pretty big emergency–Monica can't say a single word. I tried everything, I don't know what happened…"

Hermione started to drown out 'Gary's' voice, and instead watched Draco fix the girl's problem in a heartbeat. "Blimey, that was fast! Thank you! What's your name, again?"

Draco hesitated before answering. "Andrew Vandenberg."

"Great meeting you, Andrew! Thanks for everything." The man and his daughter walked out, and Draco closed the door.

"Why did you give them a fake name?" Hermione asked, curious. Draco grimaced.

"Who would want an ex-Death Eater to fix their problems?"

"Right."

Neither said a word for quite some time, until a patient walked in and interrupted their eerie silence. "Oh–am I interrupting something?"

Draco laughed while Hermione blushed and stared at the ground. "No, no, don't worry." We probably looked like we just broke up or something, Draco mused. She could sense the awkward silence.

"So, what's wrong?"

"Uh…my ear." The young (Third Year, at the most) witch pointed to her right ear.

"Ah, I see." It was hard to miss, really, being three times the normal size. "Is it a Potions accident? Spell?"

"My friend was experimenting spells on me…and I don't want to go to my parents, because I don't want them to know that we were using magic out of school."

"I see. Well, they've got a point, you know! But I'll keep your little secret." He pulled out his wand and quickly muttered the counter-spell. "There you go! Have a good day."

"Thanks, you too, Healer…um…"

Draco decides to give her his real name. "Malfoy." He could tell that she recognized his name the moment he said it. She quickly ran out of the room.

"I guess kids even know my name," Draco murmured, more to himself than Hermione. He hardly knew she was there; she was so quiet.

"Yeah."

She never knew that people would hate the remaining Death Eaters (that weren't thrown into Azkaban) so much, but she never really thought about it. It scared her that not that long ago she was one of those people.

"I've made mistakes, I know." Draco said. "I should've just gone to the light side when Dumbledore offered."

"It's okay…you changed, Malfoy." Hermione didn't look at him when she said it, but she believed it. She knew, for sure now, just by the way he took care of the girl, the way he acted and spoke–it wasn't what a typical ex-Death Eater would do.

"You think?"

"I know."