The way Harry’s expression lit up confirmed it was the best possible answer Draco could have given, true in its simplicity. It was fuel to the fire, the interest bright and present in Harry's expression, pulled to the surface by even the slightest acknowledgement that perhaps this was still an option for them.<br/>Behind him, the door to the back room opened back up, an audible wobble as Erica passed through the ward at its doorstep.<br/>Harry only turned to face her when she was back at the counter, finding it difficult to drag his eyes off of Draco. Straightening his posture, he uncrossed his arms, instead resting them on the table.<br/>“Erica,” he greeted, a smile still in his voice, though it wasn’t her who had brought it there in the first place.<br/>“Auror,” Erica keened, offering Harry back his wand, before turning her attention reluctantly towards Draco, more hesitant in her demeanour. She presented Draco his wand, too, handle-wide up. Her voice was politely disinterested, but the effort she put into her civility became apparent as soon as she spoke.<br/>“Healer.”