Draco glanced at him, with a confused expression.
                              
"Yeah, yeah. You're probably laughing it up. Poor Harry Potter, too scared to be an Auror and deal with fanatics. No... I like it right here. No insane melomaniacs after me. No evil plots afoot. No blonde-haired wizards hassling me. Oh, wait...."
                              
Draco managed to crack a smile, before straightening back out, like he realized that he shouldn't do that.
                              
"I saw that, Draco. I'll be back. I want to finish your hand, today."
                              
Draco watched him leave, again. Harry had to smile. Progress was progress, but he had to deal with his other appointments. It was past dinnertime by the time he came back. Joel was still trying to feed Malfoy, who wouldn't budge. Harry wasn't going to push Draco on that, yet, but every patient should have eaten by now. So, the only explanation was that they forgot him or Joel had been trying to get him to eat for nearly an hour.
                              
"Come on. You have to eat," the warden said, with a spoon of potatoes in front of Malfoy's lips.
                              
"Do you know the spell, Joel?" Harry growled. Draco immediately looked at him for help.
                              
"Auror... Healer Potter... I... umm... yes... but... Healer Bones said that... he needs to eat," he said. Joel must have been in the trauma ward when Draco came in.
                              
"I'm sure I made notes in the log stating that nutrient potions were fine right now. We don't force-feed patients."
                              
"No! Of course, not... I just...."
                              
"Was hassling a trauma patient under an Immobilization Charm? Read the chart instructions or get off my ward, understand?"
                              
"Yes, sir! I'm sorry... I'll just...."
                              
"Leave?"
                              
"Yes, healer," he mumbled and took off.
                              
Harry sighed and sat down next to Draco. "Sorry, got held up. You ever see a curse that switched the bones in someone's lower arm around? Weird. Get this... they never fixed it!" Harry exclaimed, and Draco glanced at him, confused, again, before looking away.
                              
"Yep. They let it grow in place for years. So, what was a Spell Damage case is now mine. I had to remove the remodeling and torn tissue, first, and then I just Vanished the bones. Just like second year, huh?"
                              
Draco smirked slightly, again. Harry was really starting to love that smirk.
                              
"But yeah. Then Skele-gro... more than a swallow, too. He's in for a night. Serves the idiot, right. I'll fix the damage tomorrow."
                              
He got right to it, taking Draco's frozen hand and working out each fracture. He counted them. Never thought he'd see a hand with over 200 half-healed breaks. It was beyond cruel. Whoever did it, did their best to make sure that Draco could never use it again. Luckily, Harry just happened to figure out how to heal such injuries. He was literally the only one. Draco would have been crippled for the rest of his life, if Harry's clinic didn't exist. It was that reason alone that Harry never regretted walking out of the Auror department.
                              
"Well... I think that's sorted. Just like the left hand, Draco. I'm gonna take the charm, and you can practice flexing your fingers?"
                              
Draco did just that, staring at his hand almost in wonder and, after looking at Harry, some tears started to well.
                              
"You're welcome, Draco."
                              
Draco's grey eyes stared back at him for almost a minute before returning to the safe corner. Harry had the nearly irresistible urge to touch him... to comfort him, but they weren't they, yet. Harry wasn't a teenager, anymore. He was twenty-five, now, and had learned patience.
                              
"Well... we still got dinner to worry about. You're smart, Draco. You know that refusing to eat isn't going to get you anywhere, right?"
                              
Draco didn't react.
                              
"Is it just the indignity of being spoon-fed? I can understand that, and we will fix that issue soon."
                              
Nothing.
                              
Harry thought about it and then said, "Draco, I'm going to touch your jaw and face, okay?"
                              
Draco's head turned toward him, surprised, but didn't resist as Harry's fingers pressed into his jaw. Harry was dismayed by what he found. Cracked teeth, exposed nerves and barely healed fractures.
                              
"Well, that explains that. I won't be able to fix it right away. I'll have to Vanish the teeth and use Odont-gro. It doesn't mix well with the pain potions you're on. I'll finish your arms, and then we'll move on your neck and head, okay? I want to give you some freedom as soon as I can. I know the Immoblious Charm is restricting. I don't want you going stir crazy."
                              
Draco just gave him a dead look and looked away.
                              
Harry realized he stepped in that one. Draco had been restrained for a long time. He was used to it, but Harry didn't bring up that he knew what Draco had been through. Instead, he magicked the nutrient potion into his stomach and stood up.
                              
"Do you want me to switch the bed back to the other side?"
                              
No answer, but he was fine looking the other way, so Harry decided to leave him there.
                              
"Well, goodnight, Draco. I will see you tomorrow."
                              
Draco watched him leave, again.