Harry's grip was becoming painful. "But there is, Draco."
                              
Draco turned to Harry and smiled, "There is, Harry. Don't worry. It had hit me hard when I came home. But I'm happy, now. What else did she say?"
                              
"There's a letter for you... in your room. I can get it for you."
                              
Draco shook his head. "I can wait."
                              
"But I told her that you were healing, talking and would eventually walk, again. She was so happy."
                              
 "Thank you," Draco said, smiling.
                              
"I told your father that if he didn't change his act that I was coming back with a sledgehammer."
                              
"You did?" he asked as he smiled widely.
                              
Harry blushed. "That asshole... I would have done it then, but I didn't... want to make that decision without your... approval."
                              
"Yeah, wouldn't want you to kill my father's spirit without permission," Draco deadpanned.
                              
Harry's head jerked up. "I...."
                              
"I was just joking, but yeah... please don't... at least until I see him again and tell him he's an asshole. Then you can smash him."
                              
Harry smiled. "Okay." He seemed to be deep in thought, and Draco waited for him to say something. He wouldn't meet his eyes. "Draco... will you... ever tell me what happened to you?"
                              
"Yes, but not today. I think you've been through enough trauma for one day."
                              
Harry frowned. "It's you I'm worried about."
                              
"Yeah, but I worry about you, so touché."
                              
Harry shrugged and nodded. "Yeah... I guess we both have different viewpoints on that. But when I was in your head... you were afraid... of the stuff outside the pitch."
                              
It was Draco's turn to frown. "Yes. Even if it bleeds in or I see or talk about it, I still have guards up. But there's no sunshine daisies, butter mellow on the other side. You wouldn't like what's there, and I have no desire to get full sensory replays. Talking is a bit different than reliving it, and if you were in my head, you'd feel what happened, too."
                              
"Oh, I do know. I mean... I... umm... feel it."
                              
"Feel it?" Draco asked.
                              
"Your pain."
                              
Draco tilted his head and analyzed him. "What do you mean?"
                              
"Not as much now... but when I was healing your breaks... I could feel the ghost memories, how the breaks happened... echoes of your pain."
                              
He nodded. He didn't like that. "I had a feeling you knew what happened."
                              
"I mean... I knew the big things before I even walked in the door. Scans show a lot. But... like... I know how your teeth broke. My Achilles tendon twitches every time I do another round of healing on your leg. I can feel it when they sliced through it. It was a silver knife... brown handle."
                              
Draco's eyebrows rose. Potter was filled with unexpected surprises. "I'm sorry... I don't want you to feel pain."
                              
Harry's eyes widened. "No... I just... I wanted you to know... that I know... things."
                              
"It's okay, Harry. Thank you for telling me. I don't mind, just don't like that you had to feel it too, but it's late and Joel is surely waiting for you."
                              
"Yeah... crap. He's in for a rough one. His healer exams and boards are coming, and he'll have to pass with great marks and knowing Higgs, probably won't make it easy. He's got friends."