Harry shuddered, let out a breath and opened the door. Draco was already doing his exercises when he arrived. Thankfully, after the weeks of exercises, the pain had largely subsided. It was still uncomfortable and enduring, but Harry had bent and massaged all the kinks and tears out. Draco was, in fact, healed. Now, it was training and reconditioning the weak muscles. He was getting closer to getting out of bed, but there were still a few weeks before he could even try to stand and longer to walk, heavily assisted.   
                              
Harry was so proud as he watched Draco lift the ten-pound weight over his head. He was building his triceps, crucial in getting his arms strong enough to lift his weight out of a seated position. Harry had been steadily increasing the length, reps and difficulty in all his exercises. He was a bit merciless in his strengthening regimen, and Draco had never managed to talk his way out of it or have an easy day. Harry pushed him hard and rewarded him with deep massages. If anything, it all took Draco's mind off the bad things.
                              
Harry stepped inside. "Good Morning! Nice extension, Draco. Ready to try dips?"
                              
Draco looked at him. "Like... condiments?"
                              
Harry laughed. "Ah, no. Exercises. We'll start small, but you need to lift your upper body weight off the mattress. We can add more height as you progress, but it will help when you stand up. Your core isn't strong enough to get your body up without your arms helping."
                              
Draco still looked at him puzzled, like he did every time Harry explained a new exercise.
                              
"It's like when you adjust your position, just you're lifting higher."
                              
Draco grimaced. "You mean put my hands at my side and shifting my weight?"
                              
"Yep! But you're lifting your butt straight up."
                              
He sighed but put his hands there without protest. Harry was very persuasive.  Draco had only slid his weight around before and this would be a challenge for a little while. Draco slowly lifted, and grunted as the unused muscles tried to work. He managed to get some air under his butt, but could only hold it for a few seconds, before collapsing, out of breath. 
                              
"Very good, Draco!" Harry praised. 
                              
"You say that every time," Draco grumbled and looked away annoyed. 
                              
Harry could see that Draco's helplessness was wearing on him. Harry could understand that feeling. It had been years since Draco had the power to do these exercises and each one just reminded him of what he lost. Draco leaned back, unwilling to try anymore, and let out a breath of exhaustion. Harry took a seat in his rollie stool and grabbed Draco's hand. Half in comfort, half giving him a massage that Draco enjoyed so much. Draco groaned contently as Harry healed the aches from working out. 
                              
"Are you doing exercises while I'm not here?" Harry asked. It was morning, so Draco shouldn't be so bad. 
                              
"Just before you come... I want my morning massage." 
                              
Harry nodded. "That's good... I'm proud of you, Draco." 
                              
Draco's grey eyes looked at his and emotions that Harry couldn't read went through them, but he didn't say anything. The sad look came back instead. Harry tugged his arm and Draco looked back at him. Recovering from long-term injuries carried their own mental weight. It was different when he was doing the healing, Draco had to do the rest and it was easy to give up.
                              
"Draco... you're doing as best that you can. Better than most, with exercises like these. There's no instantaneous cure... it takes a while. But at this pace, it's just another few weeks, okay? I can up your potion regimen? If you want, but you'll have to eat more. Just don't think that it's not going fast enough. I know it's frustrating, but you're doing very well."