It took more than twice as long for Gwendolyn to feel comfortable about releasing Draco. She told herself that it was because his circumstances were different, that it was because he lived where it had all happened. She finally released him only at his insistence. "Once a week, you will come visit me in my office. The appointment should be no longer than an hour or so. As the others start to remember, we'll ease off on meetings and do group sessions instead. If anything happens during my work hours, go ahead and floo me. If you need to talk in my off-hours, I'm afraid you'll have to use a telephone, as I'm living with my Muggle mother. All the information you'll need is there."

Draco shrugged his shoulders back, adjusting his suit while regarding Gwendolyn with an amused gaze. "I think I'll do alright, Healer Hawkins." He grinned, thinking of the 'Thank You' card he had secreted onto her desk.

Gwendolyn smiled back. "Call me Gwendolyn, please."

Draco shook her hand. "Well, I'll see you Friday, then, Gwendolyn."

Over the course of their single one-on-one meeting, Gwendolyn had the chance to experience Draco's shameless flirting. Though she knew that it would only encourage him, Gwendolyn could not hold back a giggle at his antics. Of all the things he said, it was the flirtatious comments that assured her that he was recovering.

By the following Friday, the rest had regained their memories, and thus Gwendolyn had to speak with Healer Murray about commandeering a conference room. The result left her angry, muttering as she made her way to the administrator's office. An hour later, she was back home with her mother. "You're home early, darling."

Gwendolyn dropped her keys in the bowl. "I negotiated with the administrator this morning to have Fridays off, mommy." Gwendolyn gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before heading into the kitchen. "The floor manager refused to authorize group therapy. Have any secure meeting points?"

Gwendolyn's mother looked up from the computer with a grin. "You really are the best combination of your father and myself, darling. Would you rather do tea, or a meal?"

Severus set a hand on Hermione's shoulder as they followed Gwendolyn and Draco into the crowded coffee shop. Behind them were the others, mouths agape. "We're doing this here?" Ginny exclaimed, pulling herself in closer to Harry.

Before Gwendolyn could answer, a man scurried up to them, inclining his head toward her. "Miss Hawkins? We've set aside your mother's conference room, and your mother has ordered your father's usual service for you."

Severus was impressed with the accommodations, Draco with the tea selection. The room spoke of comfort, and yet held very few places for eavesdropping. The furniture was transparent, making the placement of a Muggle device near impossible. The tea that had been laid out for them was lavish, fit for royalty. Severus pulled a chair out for Hermione before sitting next to her. "Who are your parents, Healer Hawkins?"

Gwendolyn settled herself delicately in another chair, expertly managing her teal sundress. "It's Gwendolyn, and my parents both work for medical supply firms."

It was Hermione's turn to grin as Harry sat beside Ginny, and Gwendolyn could see the glint of knowledge in Hermione's eyes. Draco laughed. "Pretty lucrative firms, then?"

Gwendolyn smiled at him. "You could say that, but we're not here to talk about me. This room is one of my mother's secure rooms. It is safe to talk here."

An hour and a half later, Harry stopped mid-comment to glance at his watch. "I'm sorry. Ginny and I have an appointment in seventeen minutes. We need to head out."

Draco took a look at his watch as well. "Harry's right. I've a meeting in thirty-two."

Gwendolyn raised an eyebrow at Severus, discreetly motioning that she had a question for him. "Go ahead to the front of the shop, Hermione. I'll only be a moment," he whispered quietly. Gwendolyn could hear Draco and Hermione lagging behind, hoping to listen in, but she continued anyway.

"Severus, I don't mean to be rude, but I have heard you have experience in these matters."

Severus smiled, getting the jist of what Gwendolyn was suggesting. "You want to put Lucius in Azkaban. It's been tried."

Gwendolyn's fingers curled into fists. "No, I want to . . ." Gwendolyn paused, pulling herself together. "I want to rip the beating heart from his chest. Putting him in prison will suffice, though. Will you help?"

Severus folded his arms. "I think I'll enjoy working with you, Gwendolyn. Although you might want to chose a more conservative dress. You distract Draco enough as it is."

Two months passed, and the weekly meetings seemed to become less about putting the past behind them and more about having fun with friends. However, none of them truly realized this until Gwendolyn popped over to Severus's shop on a Tuesday afternoon while he and Draco were taking tea. "Oh, is Hermione here today? The last time I came to Diagon Alley, I got horridly turned around, and she promised to go with me today." The heat of August seemed to agree with Gwendolyn, who was in a purple sundress.

Suppressing a smirk at Draco's wide eyes, Severus set down his cup of tea before answering. "Hermione is upstairs, changing out of her brewing robes. Are you sure it's safe to go out in that?"

Gwendolyn cocked her head, an amused anger evident in the smile on her lips. "The skirt goes to my knees, Severus. I should hope that wizards aren't that easily provoked. Hermione! You ready?"

Draco was quiet until both women had left. "Where do they put their wands, dressed like that?"

Severus chuckled. "They were wearing arm bands. I'm just glad Hermione's getting some time out in the sun. If the last two years had been anything like these last couple weeks, she would be as pale as I was at the end of the war."

Draco frowned. "I am not sure I've ever heard a worse lie from Gwendolyn. She came here to help Hermione."

Severus's lips twitched. "She seems to be the type to do just that. Now, Draco, what is this that has been plaguing your mind. I got an extra order of beetle eyes the other day."

A/N: Remember to thank Sarah Crawford for giving me the idea to do this. I also wish to clarify. This is a sort of rewrite of WISH, a rewrite because I based it off of that oneshot and it follows generally the same timeline and almost the same plot, a sort of because a great number of the details are nothing like what I had in WISH. Thus, I consider WISH it's own story enough to leave it up as it is. Also, this is a fairly short section. The rest are in between the length of this one and the first.