"We worry. I can tell you have a glamour on."
                              
"I didn't want to scare the kids. It was a rough few weeks."
                              
"I'm sure, but... once Draco is healed... we will be talking about you, Harry," she warned.
                              
He nodded. Those were terms he could agree to. Draco had priority. His problems didn't matter. Some part of him knew that it was wrong to think like that, but he promised Draco that he would help him... heal him. Another part believed that if Draco could get better, he could too. He left them with a hug and a promise to come more often.
                              
Today, he had just finished a whole-body massage on Draco and was now doing the leg exercises that Draco hated so much.
                              
"Salazar... why... do... I... have... to... do... this?" Draco breathed each word, as Harry bent his leg at the knee and then rotated it up to his chest several times.
                              
Harry smirked. "You know why. You need mobility and to build your muscles back up. They have atrophied. You do want to walk, again, right?"
                              
"Maybe," he grunted and hissed as Harry bent his leg, again.
                              
"It's going to get better, real soon. I'll heal the ache after we are done."
                              
"You just love hearing me complain and groan," he muttered, after Harry set his leg down.
                              
"I love hearing you say and do anything, Draco," Harry said, going to the other side.
                              
"Fuck!" Draco exclaimed, as Harry slowly bent it and rolled it up. "I don't really need to walk, do I?"
                              
Harry laughed. "Yes... you do. Come on. Nine more and we'll massage it out, again.
                              
Draco sighed. "Fine."
                              
He grunted through the pain, and they got through the exercises. Draco was shaking by the end, and Harry apologized and used his magic to heal the tears and aches out.
                              
"There... you got it, thank you," Draco breathed, finally relaxing.
                              
"Sorry, I know you haven't been able to move them like that in years. The muscles not only atrophied, but they healed and grew wrong. It's going to take a lot of pulling, torquing, tearing and healing to get the hip flexors back to normal, but... I think the big pain will disappear after a few more days of this."
                              
"Yeah... fuck. I can handle it."
                              
"I'm sorry, I'm hurting you."
                              
"You're healing me, Harry. It might cause me pain, but you never have the intent to hurt me," Draco explained.
                              
"I never would," Harry said, lowering his eyes.
                              
Draco sighed. "Oh, Salazar... what now? Was there a setback in the case? Or do you need to confess something to me?"
                              
Harry glowered, annoyed.
                              
"You worry too much, Pottah... tell me, so I can ease your conscience," Draco insisted.
                              
"There's a lot of things... but... Hermione... wants to come to talk to you... about what happened."
                              
Draco sighed. "I see. That's okay. You don't have to be afraid to ask me things, Harry. I'm assuming Granger hasn't become a ruthless harlot since I last saw her."
                              
Harry laughed. "No... but... if she says something or pokes you wrong... well... you only just recovered."
                              
"I'm not that fragile."
                              
"I worry...."
                              
"I know. Ask her to come tomorrow. We can talk after your appointments today, alright?"