Harry blinked. "Damn. Blaise didn't say much about her."
"Yeah. He was fairly traumatized growing up."
"Aren't we all? So... what other plans are you concocting?" Harry pressed, not letting it go that easily. He made sure that Draco's shoulder blades were loose and free of stress.
Draco laughed but then quieted down. "I wrote my aunt... about visiting soon, now that our relationship seemed... okay."
"Aunt Andy?" Harry gasped.
"She still wants to see me."
"I'm not surprised. She's really nice, even though I've been a shitty godfather to Teddy. The little guy still loves to see me. I just haven't been there in a few months," he said, guiltily. 
"I know. It frightens me that I have a family. I don't know what to say to her... to him."
"Well, Teddy is easy. He's seven and will love you no matter what. Aunt Andy has always said nice things about your mum. Just apologize that you two have never met and hope you can get to know her," Harry said, finishing up his back.
"Yeah... okay."
"I'll go over and talk to her first, if you want. Just to make sure it's okay and explain... us."
Draco nodded. "I'd appreciate that. If she needs... any proof of my sincerity, I will try to provide whatever she demands."
Harry hated how humble and broken Draco seemed, especially after he talked down the board like it was nothing. It was how Harry felt when standing up for Joel to the board. It was easier to defend someone else than himself. He slowly rolled Draco back over and checked his muscles, again, head to toe to ensure he was healed from his outing to St. Mungo's. 
After he was done checking everything, Harry laid down next to Draco. He was on his side, his elbow propping up his head. Draco was on his back, staring up at the ceiling, but his eyes were almost closed. He looked content. Harry reached out with his free hand to touch Draco's chest. It had nothing to do with a massage, now. Draco smiled and turned his head to look at him.
Hesitantly, Draco brought his hand to caress Harry's face. Harry took slow, deep breaths, trying to keep his anxiety in check. Draco's fingers felt soft on his face. He kept very still as Draco touched his face. He cupped his hand around Harry's neck and guided his head down to his lips. They kissed for a long time, and when they broke apart, Draco hugged Harry to his bare chest. Harry let him, but wasn't sure where this was going.
"We aren't going to... do anything... are we?" he asked.
"Talk, hugs and kisses," Draco responded. "I don't think we are ready for anything else, yet." 
"I am not."
"Me neither... but I think I like this... this closeness. If that's okay?" Draco said. "Just to touch you this much is enough."
Harry was practically sprawled on his chest. "It is. I'm not sure I could tolerate the reverse. I'm sorry." 
"Never apologize for setting limits, Harry," Draco insisted.
"But I'm the one who needs to take it slow." 
Draco turned Harry's head so they could see each other. "I need to take it slow, too, remember? You had to convince me to give you my hand to massage in the beginning and reassure me every step of the way. Not to mention when I was catatonic for three weeks." 
Harry flinched from the memory. "Yeah... but... you seem to want to do more."
"I just want you... here. I want to feel you... see you... if this is all we can do... it's all we can do. Just having this is fine. We don't need to do anything else."