At first, Draco follows Fleur’s instructions detached. Until one day he’s counting out 50 clockwise stirs over a steaming cauldron and he’s shocked to realise that he’s  happy. That he hasn’t been in a long time, and he forgot how it feels to be content, how to smile. And there’s another unfamiliar emotion that follows a long day of hard work, this glow of satisfaction when he clears his bench, fills up and stoppers his potion vials.