Draco's dream of Astoria stuck with him too deeply. He had been unable to look Pansy in the eye the next morning. He felt guilty as if he had actually done something wrong. He couldn't control what he dreamt about, but worst of all, he actually liked what he had dreamt about. He hadn't been with anyone but Pansy, so his dream excited him in a way that he couldn't explain. The idea of someone new… well, that couldn't be completely it, could it? He never took issue before with only being with one woman. A part of him found it a little honourable, not that he would admit that to anyone. It was old-fashioned, but Draco was hardly liberal in his beliefs.

The sleep trial that Draco had scheduled for Bill Weasley came before he knew it. Draco was going to be the one who monitored the sleep trial. He was grateful for the opportunity to spend the night alone without either woman who plagued his thoughts. Bill Weasley wasn't his first choice for companionship, but Draco didn't have any friends. He separated himself from his Hogwarts friends other than Pansy, and it wasn't like it was easy for him to do so. Even if he wanted to get some new mates, the name Malfoy had a stigma to it that was extremely difficult to overcome. Besides, Bill would be sleeping. All Draco really had to do was watch.

As dusk approached, Draco found himself sitting at his desk in his office. He had to share a desk with another Healer, but most Healers didn't make a habit of hanging out in their office on a regular basis. Draco went over the paperwork in a meticulous fashion that wasn't of his usual style. He rested his head in his hand. He tried to ignore the full moon that was rising. It was a mere coincidence that Bill's sleep trial was during the full moon, but Draco knew it was probably for the best. It was the ideal scenario, although Draco knew that it was going to be a long night. A knock came at his office door, and instead of one redhead, there were two. George Weasley apparently thought it was up to him to accompany his elder brother.

Draco stood up and adjusted his coat in what he believed to be a professional manner, which George and Bill simply found pretentious. Draco wasn't much of a people person, especially with a family that he made fun of for years. He still believed that they were scum, but now he had a reason to not be rude to them.

"Come to drop off your brother?" Draco asked, although he knew the answer to the question before he even asked it.

"No, I came to watch," George responded casually. "Figured that way you couldn't make anything up."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "And why would I do such a thing? Pleasure from seeing your lot in my office?"

"Ah, ah, that's not very professional, is it?" George taunted with a wide grin on his face.

Draco wanted to sneer back, but knew better. He replied with a horrible smile that seemed painful, which he quickly withdrew.

"Very well," he opted for. "Follow me."

Without waiting to see if they were going to follow, Draco stepped around them and began to walk down the corridor at a pace that was much quicker than with patients that he didn't used to mock. They were on even grounds now, and it was a thought that bothered Draco. He always expected the Weasley clan to follow in their parents' footsteps. Now they were all relatively successful, and it was irritating. He kept walking until they were at the wing with a bunch of rooms. They didn't have a lot of sleep trials booked, so they managed to find a room with no problem.

"Just go lay on that bed," Draco directed as he pointed to a bed in a dark room.

"Nothing more? Just sleep?" Bill asked.

"I could get someone to fluff your pillow if you'd like?" Draco replied, sarcastically. He was actually usually more pleasant to Bill, but for some reason, the presence of George was annoying.

"No, this is good," Bill said as he made eye contact with his brother and they both grinned.

"Now during the night I'll be sitting in that room there," Draco explained. He preferred this part: merely explaining what was going on. It didn't involve asking how the person was feeling and the like. "If you begin to walk or act funny during the night, I'll be able to record it and we can work from there."

"Sure thing," Bill replied with a small salute. He grabbed the pyjamas that were on the bed and headed to the bathroom to change.

Draco took the opportunity to go behind the wall that separated Bill from the observation room. He took a seat, only to be disgruntled by George following him.

"This is for medical personnel only," Draco stated, irritably.

"Well, I have nothing to do for the rest of the night, and I really have no other area to observe," George replied as he fixed himself a seat by grabbing what seemed like an abandoned chair from the corner.

Draco scowled but said nothing further. He knew technically other people were allowed to be there for the sleep trials. Usually, though, they fell asleep. He could only hope that it would happen to George, but seeing as how George was already working on unwrapping a load of candy, Draco didn't see it as being much of a possibility.

Instead, Draco focused his attention through the glass. The glass was one-way as to not make the participant feel uncomfortable. Draco wasn't sure which was worse, in his opinion. You could have normal glass and be able to see what your observers were doing, or you could have absolutely no idea. Both of those situations didn't appeal to him.

Bill put his previously worn clothes in a neat pile on the chair in the room. He then waved at the one-way mirror and then slipped into bed. He appeared to have no issue with sleeping in front of other people. Draco couldn't help but snidely think that he probably had to get used it sleeping in the same room with half of his family growing up. He grinned to himself as he made a few notes on his clipboard.

After about an hour was when the first time George spoke.

"So, why are you a healer? I always imagined you would turn out to be a professional momma's boy."

Draco bit his tongue. He knew nothing nice would come out of it. George's voice had a joking tone to it, but Draco didn't see it that way.

"I'm good at what I do," Draco answered as he hoped that his voice had conviction in it. He believed he was good at what he did. His position, however, said otherwise.

"Huh," George replied, his joking tone now gone. "And here I thought it might just be the immense guilt for unashamedly supporting the side that killed my brother."

A very awkward silence fell between the two. Draco didn't say anything, mainly because George was actually at least partially right. It wasn't like Draco was solely responsible for everything that happened, but his family – as he believed – was a big part of what was going on at that time. He also felt guilty for how terrible he felt during the aftermath. Most other people lost someone, like George had lost Fred, but all Draco lost was his respect and trust for his parents. He still loved them, yes, but he could never really forgive them for practically selling him out to the Dark Lord. Was his sadness any greater than people who lost close relatives?

Draco opened his mouth, but as he did he noticed that George's eyes were fixed on the window. Draco looked, as well, only to jump in his seat. There Bill stood, right at the window, with his hand pressed against it and his eyes looking forward as if he could see inside.