The question took Draco by surprise, having simply assumed that Harry would know about this. After all, ever since the war, Draco had been visited by a ministry employee at least once a month, just to make sure that he wasn’t doing anything untoward.<br/>It filled Draco with further shame, thinking that maybe he wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone about it, something that made his stomach churn. He looked at Harry to try and gauge his expression, wanting to see if he was being judged or if the question was more genuine than that.<br/>In the end, Draco simply shrugged, feeling unsure how exactly to answer the question that he had been asked. He wanted to tell Harry the truth, but it seemed that he had accidentally opened something here that was meant to remain closed, and the last thing Draco wanted was to cause any level of scene.<br/>“I don’t know,” he admitted with a soft shrug, tentatively trying out honesty, mostly because he had known that to work the best with Harry in the past and wanting to be able to keep up their professionalism. “Routine I assume. I have been visited to my caseworker at least once a month since the war.”