A.N. Thank you all for being so patient with me as I have battled the great mental health fight this pandemic has brought us, I appreciate all of you who have read thus far and wanted to give two complete chapters to let you know I am still here. I will hopefully get back to Thursday posting!

"Can I help you?" The woman looked up from her charts as Hermione looked around the building. The sharp smells were always unexpected for a hospital that didn't use antiseptic, the potions of the day lingered in the air, she cleared her throat as the woman looked at her expectantly.

"I'm sorry, yes I am with Wizengamont Administration, Aurors brought in a victim last night, I was needing to witness the trauma."

"You'll need to go to 34 B, the Healers were in there this morning, they called in the researcher when the patient arrived, but he didn't come. Therefore, you have plenty of time." She smiled as the woman motioned her to continue through the halls. The memory ward was one of the hardest wards, she lowered her gaze as she walked through the hallways, some of the poor souls wondered place to place looking for something they would never remember again. She had been here many times after the war, once with her own parents after the reversal charm failed to work. She had seen many horrors post-war, but those whose minds failed them were always the worst. She would have never survived without her mind.

"They tore his mind completely, its ribbons in there at the moment. I might have something that can get us at least a picture of who done it but there are no promises. If I push too hard we could lose everything, he'll be wondering the halls the rest of his life." She paused at the door and felt her heartbeat increase, there was no way she could be hearing correctly, there had to be another answer, something that made more sense.

"I can push. I am not opposed to it Healer, but I would advise against it greatly. They've already been tortured enough" She the door had been left ajar slightly and she peaked through, catching sight of the familiar profile holding onto the face of a drooling man. She quickly turned away from the door and leaned heavily against the wall. Her heartbeat rapidly in her chest and the bubble in her stomach began to rise, crushing her lungs. She had gone two years without seeing Malfoy. Had thought he had gone underground, heard rumors of America, and yet in the past twenty-four hours he had been in her life twice. She felt for the charm around her neck and counted her breathing, Get it together Granger. She sighed and opened her eyes turned and walked through the door.

The man was gone, he sifted through the rubble that was left of the brain and shook his head in exasperation. The mind was typically easy to sort through, filed and collected, one could look through the mind and see everything they wanted without causing any sort of damage if experience, whoever had taken a look into this one's mind was obviously not. It was like wading in mud.

"Honestly Healer how many more times do you want me to look for it?" He turned abruptly to the man and the door opened.

"Private room" the Healer shouted as they both looked at the figure in the doorway. He felt his hands begin to shake as the golden eyes stared into his. He could feel the color drain from his face and as he looked away from her.

"Oh, Miss. Granger, I wasn't expecting anyone so soon. The Aurors brought him in this morning, seems as if the spell was performed illegally, the man was wondering around Muggle London all night babbling on about curses. Mr. Malfoy here is our researcher when it comes to the mind, I'm sure the two of you are familiar?" Draco stared over her and focused on the Healer, nodding his head. "Good, I have another case, take another look Mr. Malfoy to make sure you haven't missed anything and brief Miss. Granger on what we've found so far." The man scowled and closed the door behind him. Draco took the flask from his pocket and drank softly from it, offering it to the dumbfounded woman in front of him.

"Stops the shaking." He muttered returning to the man on the bed. He could feel her staring at him, her eyes penetrated the side of his face and he allowed himself to look at her once before dipping back into the man's head. "There's no lesion on him, the brain is essentially mush." He finally pulled out of the man's mind and turned to her crossing his arms over his chest as she tapped her foot on the floor.

"What are you doing here." She finally broke the silence between them, the heat began to rise in her cheeks.

"My job." He replied curtly motioning his hands around the room.

"Healers don't typically carry flasks in their pockets." She was angry, well that's fine he could be angry too. There was no reason for her to accost him here, in the streets covered in a stranger's blood was one thing. Here was something else.

"Well it's a great thing that I'm not a Healer then Granger isn't it." He could feel his voice rising and he stopped himself. "Wizengamont huh? So, it was just my trial you refused, apparently, you tried the rest?" He nodded his head and bit his tongue.

"Is this where you want to have this conversation?" she asked crossing her arms in return.

"Where else was I supposed to have it? The look on your face last night, you didn't even know the outcome of my trial, did you? I have stayed out of the way, I have done a damn good job in my field, healed plenty of people, and worked my ass off to be trusted in this building. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I will not argue with you here Mr. Malfoy, I have better things to do with my time." She raised her chin and walked up to the patient looking into his eyes. He clenched his fists at her proximity, it felt like a lifetime since he had been this close to her and he still wanted nothing more than to reach out and feel that she was real. To see if the scent of her hair was still the same if the strawberries of their youth were still present. He patted the flask in his pocket and stepped back giving her space. She reached her hands on both sides of the man's face and sighed when she couldn't get into his mind.

"You won't find much. It's all muddled anyway." He sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Send me an owl when you find something." She said and turned to walk away.

"Hermione." He called as she slammed the door behind her.