"Ron... came. Thanks to you."
Draco smirked. "Well, I didn't want you to accuse me of welching on our deal, now would I?"
Harry smiled back and looked at him. Draco looked okay, but he was tense. "No, can't have that. Joel said he tried to... massage you?"
Draco sighed and rolled his shoulders, frowning from the pain. "He did a good job in your stead. It was a little awkward, but I handled it."
"Did you?" Harry asked, curious how Draco's emotional recovery was. Harry hated people touching him, especially his body.
"Well, he couldn't heal as you can, and it felt weird. I knew it was Joel, but...."
"You don't have to explain it to me," Harry said, looking down. "I have to remind myself who it is, too."
Draco nodded. "Yeah. Well... can you...?"
"Of course, hop up on the bed!" he said, and Draco quickly wheeled over and activated his lift. 
Harry watched as Draco pulled himself out and onto the bed, but he couldn't help but notice that his legs had also taken some of his weight. He was getting closer.
"Good? I'll get you loose."
Harry didn't waste any time and worked him hard. There were a lot of tears from over-exercise. Joel did what he could, but the exercises that Harry gave Draco to do required healing after each time. He was shaving months, if not years, off his recovery doing it that way. He spent a good two hours working out the tears and stress fractures, and Draco rolled onto his stomach again for another back massage. He was coming along.
"Ready for torture?" Harry joked, when he was done.
Draco sighed and rolled back to face up. "I guess."
Harry chuckled. "I'll give you another long massage at the end, too."
"And you'll fix my hair, too?" Draco grunted.
"Anything for you, your majesty," Harry said, with a smirk.
Draco smiled again, but it turned to annoyance when the exercises started. Draco was still stiff, but he was getting better. He could do more reps and handle more weight now. Draco might not see the difference, but Harry could. He healed his muscles as they went through the exercises, so Draco could do more reps and push his body more. It was nearly noon when Harry gave Draco a break and gave another massage before Joel came.
"Everything go okay?" Joel asked, after Harry let in inside.
"Good. Harry is much better than you at torturing me," Draco said, acidly.
Joel laughed. "You're probably right. Eating lunch with us, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "I need to see the boss... make sure everything is okay."
"Everything is fine, Harry. She knows what happened and she believes you. You don't have to worry about it," Joel said.
"It's still better that we have a discussion, Joel. I won't be gone long. I'll do your hair after I get back, Draco."
Draco rolled his eyes, but he nodded and got in his wheelchair. Joel seemed to be debating his words. He probably wanted to join him.
"I'll be fine, Joel," Harry said and walked out the door.
Nat was just bringing in the potions for Draco, and the lunch delivery was down the hallway, delivering in the Potions Lab. Harry took the lift to the head's office. He knocked on her door and opened it after she told him to enter.