It was finally the end of their session and this was the first time Draco couldn't wait to leave. Jennifer must've been able to tell because she placed a hand on Draco's shoulder gently, "Remember, Draco, if you're worried about being a bad person that means you're on track to being a good person. A bad person would embrace it and not try to change."

He hated when she was right. He knew she was. He just didn't feel like a good person. Yet. He was still working on it.

Draco just nodded before walking out. This time, he was out before George but only by a few seconds.

"Ready?" George asked Draco, preventing Draco from leaving to go back home. He couldn't tell George no. George had been working on this prototype for months and he knew George was dying to show him.

Draco nodded. He knew he couldn't be a bad friend to George. That wasn't fair to him.

Began to walk out of the hospital as George spoke up, "Harry told me he stopped by your shop. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Draco said with a small smile. "He's just trying to protect you, I get it." He knew how much of a mess George was. He knew his brothers were just trying to protect him. Besides Pansy, Blaise, and Theo, George was one of the only people who saw the change in Draco. He couldn't expect people to just believe he was trying to change and accept him. "He didn't do anything anyways." He shrugged. "Just told me to stay away from you."

George rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I'm convinced Harry's the older brother, not me."

Draco found it endearing how they referred to each other as brothers. "Just means he cares." There would've been a time when Draco would've called Harry names for meddling in people's business but that was the old Draco. But that didn't stop the small feeling of jealousy.

George smiled at him. "I suppose you're right."

They apparated to George's shop, it looked the same since the war but there were loads of new products. "Impressive for a Weasley." Draco teased, smirking as he walked over to one of the shelves that had sweets on it. He knew they weren't normal sweets but that didn't stop him from wanting to try them.

"A compliment from a Malfoy? You feeling alright?" George retorted back, earning the middle finger from Draco.

"Sod off, Weasley." He chuckled. "Now, what did you want to show me?"

George smiled, signaling Draco to follow him so he did. They went up to George's office where the board for wizard chess was sitting on the desk.

"Wizard chess?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "You do know that's been invented. Right?"

"Sit down. You'll see!" George grabbed Draco's shoulders and forced him to sit down before sitting across from him. "It's not just wizard chess. As long as you're playing, the other opponent can hear your thoughts. Making the game more challenging."

Draco raised an eyebrow, seeming to doubt it. "That would involve legilimency. If someone was good at occlumency that wouldn't work."

"Wrong," George smirked. "It doesn't technically reveal all thoughts, just gameplay."

"So one could think of bad gameplay to throw someone off?"

"Exactly."

"Let's play."

"You're on, Draco."

Draco underestimated both George's gameplay and just exactly how difficult it would be to play wizard chess without thinking about his moves. It was also distracting to hear George's thoughts on his gameplay, especially because he didn't know if his next moves were thought out or not. They played for hours and it was one of the most intense games Draco had played. At one point, Draco tried out using occlumency to keep George from hearing his gameplay but it proved to be ineffective when he captured a piece of Draco's. However, in the end, Draco won. But only barely.

George slammed his fist on the desk, "Rematch! You fuckin cheated!"

"How could I cheat? You literally heard my gameplay! Accept that I'm the better wizard chess player!" Draco yelled back.

Before George could respond, Ron burst into the room with a concerned look. "I heard yelling," he said before his eyes landed on Draco. "The fuck is he doing here?!"

"Playing wizard chess."

"Wizard chess? Merlin, you two really are friends." He groaned. "Did you at least beat him?" He asked George.

Draco smirked, "I won, actually. Want to get your ass kicked too, Weasley?"

Ron glared at Draco. "Why would I play with you?" He scrunched up his face.

Draco shrugged, "Sounds like you're scared of losing." He knew Ron was competitive. Ron just needed a push.

Ron's glare only seemed to become more harsh but he took George's spot across from him. Draco looked at George who just winked as if to tell Draco Ron didn't know about the thoughts being able to be heard which made Draco smirk. Now, all Draco had to do was think of a bad strategy to throw Ron off. He began to think basic beginner strategy, earning a weird look from Ron halfway through the game.

"Why are you telling me what your next move is going to be?" He asked, making the exact move Draco knew he was going to do. Draco set him up for it.

George looked like he was holding back laughter.

"I didn't say anything?" Draco said, pretending to be confused but made a move, one he hadn't thought about which threw Ron off. He began to think of other moves he could do.

Ron looked up, seeing that Draco wasn't talking but he could still hear Draco. He looked at George, seeing the smirk. "You. What did you do to this board?" He asked, pointing at George.

George smirked. "Took you long enough to figure out something was up." Draco chuckled, earning a glare from Ron but it wasn't a harsh one. It wasn't a playful one either. "You can hear the other person's strategies. Or, whatever strategies they're thinking of while playing the game. From the looks of it, Draco's got you pretty good."

"When did you start calling him that?" Ron asked, making another move. He captured one of Draco's pieces.

"A while ago."

"Why are you friends with him?" He seemed to be genuinely curious. "I could expect this behaviour from Harry but you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was intrigued.

"He's got a massive hero complex," George answered for Ron.

Right. That made sense. Draco didn't even know why he questioned it. The boy saved the entire wizard world, of course, he has a hero complex. Ron seemed to pick up on the fact that Draco was thinking of a different strategy than he was playing and was now giving Draco a real challenge. Draco made another move.

"How did it happen?" Ron asked.

"Saw him at his first session. He looked rough so I sat next to him. Poor boy was having some sort of panic attack, I couldn't let him suffer like that. I used to get them so I know how it feels. It's not fun, Ron. Remember when I used to get them?" George explained but watched as the two kept making moves. There was no telling who could win just yet.

"I know what you may think of me, Weasley," Draco said, making another move and setting Ron up to capture another piece. "But I'm trying. Okay? I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to show that Potter keeping me out of Azkaban wasn't the wrong choice." He was sincere. Draco wanted to be better. He also didn't want to let everyone down. He didn't want to let Harry down and he didn't want people to be upset with Harry for keeping him out of prison. "People are capable of growth, even me."

Ron made a move but remained silent until his next turn. "I reckon I can't stop the two of you," he said, looking at Draco. "I'll even humor it. But don't think I'm happy about it."

Draco almost felt guilty about his next move. "Checkmate," he said, with a smirk.

"You're still a prat, though." Ron muttered. "But, you're not the worst at wizard chess. It was nice to finally play against someone challenging."

A compliment.

"Could say the same to you. Good game, Weasley." Draco said. He may have enjoyed playing wizard chess with Ron. Not that he'd admit it out loud.

"Likewise, Malfoy."

Draco was glad Ron didn't seem to want to physically hurt him anymore. It was progress.

It was George and Ron's turn to play so Draco moved. He couldn't hear their thoughts as he was playing. It was hilarious watching the two play. Draco never had siblings and Pansy, Blaise, and Theo were all only children so he's never really been around siblings like this. They got along, but they also fought every two seconds but he could still see the love. It was heartwarming. He could see why Harry wanted to protect them.

After the last round, it was getting late so Ron and Draco decided to leave, both walking out of the shop together. Before Ron could apparate Draco turned to him, "Weasley?"

"What, Malfoy?" His tone wasn't harsh, it shocked Draco at how neutral it was.

"I'm sorry," he said, holding his hands behind his back so Ron didn't see them shaking. "You know, for everything. Hogwarts, the war, all of it."

Ron looked shocked, he hadn't been expecting an apology. In Rons defense, Draco had never really been one for apologies until after the war. "Oh," he said, looking down, to the side, anywhere but Draco. "Thank you." He turned away as if he was going to apparate but then turned back, "We'll work on forgiveness, yeah? See if you're serious about changing and all."

Draco nodded, "Of course."

Ron apparated, leaving Draco alone. He wasn't forgiven but he had the opportunity for forgiveness. He couldn't help but smile. He apparated home and then showered before taking a dreamless sleep potion. Today was an alright day.

Two days later Draco was stocking his shelves when the front door to the shop opened. "Good afternoon," Draco said, putting the last few viles down before looking over. "Potter?" he asked, now facing him and crossing his arms. "What do you want?"

Harry looked just as mad as he did last time, walking up to Draco. He was in his auror robes again, it was a bit distracting if Draco was being honest. "I told you," he said, his tone dripping in venom. "Stay away from my fucking family."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Potter, we've already had this conversation."

"What, George wasn't good enough so you had to go after Ron? What the fuck do you want with the Weasleys?" Harry asked, dangerously close now. "You spent years looking down on them and throwing insults at them any time you could. What the fuck do you want?"

Draco wanted to slip into his old ways and argue with Harry. He couldn't help it but a sick part of him missed it. But that was the old Draco. The new Draco wasn't going to argue. He couldn't. If he was trying to prove that he's changed, he couldn't argue. So he said, "People change, Potter."

"Not you."

"Especially me."

Harry scoffed, glancing away for a second. "You expect me to believe you're suddenly a good person?"

"I'm not suddenly a good person, but I'm trying." He said, trying to maintain his composure. "Again, Potter, if you don't trust me, why did you keep me from going to Azkaban? Hm? Go on, tell me." Oh no, old Draco was coming out. "If I'm such a horrible person," he stepped closer, "Why not have me thrown in there?"

Harry clenched his teeth, "Your mother lied to Voldemort and saved my life. I kept you out because I kept her out." He hissed.

Draco wasn't convinced that was the only reason, he couldn't put his finger on it. "I'm starting to think there were other reasons, but I'm not going to push." He raised his hands, taking a step back but kept his eyes on Harry. "I did my time. I never violated my parole. I donate almost every penny I get to charities, I paid for people to get the help they needed after the war." He crossed his arms again, "You can't tell me I'm not trying."

"Don't give me that shit, Malfoy. Your father used to do the same and look at him now. Spending the rest of his life in Azkaban."

The last comment stung more than Draco felt it should've. He was trying to be better. He wasn't like his father. He was Draco. "Get out." He said, not pointing to the door. "Now." Harry opened his mouth to say something else but Draco waved his hand, "I said, get out." He hissed. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself together. But luckily he didn't have to wait long because Harry left, slamming the door behind him.