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Draco didn't get visitors. He was allowed them, but his father wouldn't dream of coming to a place like this and his mother would need his father's permission to come. She wrote him letters and sent him food and sometimes clothing, but never visited. There wasn't anyone else to come see him. So it was very strange when one of the orderlies came to his room and interrupted the game of chess he was playing with himself to let him know he had a visitor. He assumed they'd got the wrong room at first, and then followed them out into the hall feeling very puzzled. Maybe his mother had gotten his father to agree to let her visit, but she would have called or written ahead, wouldn't she?

When Draco followed the orderly to the common area and saw Tom there, it didn't ease his confusion. He almost turned and went back to his room. Tom could make him fall apart again far, far too easily. The orderly left them standing nearish each other and Draco eyed the other man warily. "Hello," he said, looking around the common room. Fleur was reading a magazine and Luna was chewing on things again, but other than that it was empty. "Aren't you afraid someone's going to see you visiting a mental hospital?"