Harry grinned, and nodded slowly. "Adult's good," he commented, as he reached Draco the mirror for him to put it back to wherever he had found it. "I'm a kid compared to some of the Aurors I work with, really," he felt like he needed to add. Draco seemed to be in his right element here, and Harry knew it was because his position was earned. Harry himself too often felt out of place, well aware that his current position was given to him without having given it much thought. For a moment he pondered this, before once again starting to nod. As his eyes once again focused on Draco, Harry smiled once again. "Adult's good, thank man."<br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/>It had been a few days since Harry had been released of St. Mungo's. Actually, this was his fourth day out, and his first day back at work. Harry had taken his last potion yesterday morning, and Draco had said that 24 hours was enough for the active ingredients to pass. So, Harry had spend his first sober day doing some terribly slow paperwork at his office, and had come directly back to St. Mungo's.<br/>He was still wearing his motorcycle jacket, his cheeks flushed by the cold air as he reached the nurse's station that had signed him off.<br/>"Hello, mr. Potter," the nurse greeted him, already in the progress of finding his file. "Do you have an appointment with Healer Malfoy?"<br/>"Um, no, actually I don't," Harry answered him, suddenly realising that that might have been a good idea. "I was hoping I could get to speak with him, if only a couple of minutes," he continued, his eyes trailing off down the hall, uncontentiously scratching the week old stubble on his chin.<br/>When Harry once again looked at the nurse, he was looking at another schedule, and a female nurse was smiling at Harry. "Your haircut really suits you, Mr. Potter," she commented with a smile. Harry just laughed by the unexpected compliment, but before he could thank her, she had left and the male nurse was once again looking at him. "He should be in his office now, but it's hard to tell. It's the third door to the left down the hall," he directed Harry, and with a nod and a thanks, Harry set off.<br/>As the previous and following doors, Draco's was made of glass, but the blinds were closed, and Harry awkwardly looked around him, before he gently knocked on the door with his knuckles.