Harry sighed. "He's the slowest intern ever," he told Draco, who was looking at him, until Harry looked down. "Alright, I feel that you can sit up slightly. I'm just going to add some pillows."
                              
He used his magic to lift Draco's upper body and slipped two magical pillows under it. He leaned Draco back, slowly and Draco let out another groan, enjoying the relief on his back, no doubt. He rotated his head back and forth to check his limits.
                              
"Bet that felt awesome. So, these are adjustable. They get softer and harder, as well as bigger. Here's the remote." Harry put it in Draco's right hand. He guided him through the buttons, and Draco got it to where he wanted.
                              
"Good? Alright... the charm. I'm going to remove it from your arms, but you have to do small movements, okay?"
                              
Draco glanced at him.
                              
"Your lower spine is severely damaged. You can't move your rib cage or your back. So, you can't reach far across your body or wave your arms dramatically or brace your weight on your arms or try to get out of bed. Stuff that will hurt you a lot if you try. I'm going to need an answer, which I'll consider a promise not to try anything. Because understand this, if you try it, I will have to put it back on, and I don't want to have to do that."
                              
Draco seemed to be considering it.
                              
"Draco?"
                              
He nodded.
                              
"Okay. Please... please... take it slow, your muscles will be weak, too."
                              
Harry lifted the charms on his arms. Draco moved them experimentally and slowly, as if trying to prove to Harry he understood his orders, brought them to his chest, crossing them. He cinched them as close as possible, almost protectively. It made Harry sad to see how relieved he was to be reconnected with his limbs. Draco's eyes watered as his arms folded across his chest, and hands went tucked under his chin. A clearly defensive position. If the eye contact thing wasn't a big enough indicator of Draco's mindset, this was a bigger sign. He was in survival mode.
                              
There was a knock on the door and Joel, popped his head in. "It's me, sir."
                              
"Yes, Joel?" he said, exasperated.
                              
"She's furious. Her appointment was an hour ago, and she said that she'll have me fired if I don't get you! I'm sorry... I don't know what to do!"
                              
Harry took a deep breath. "I'll be there presently. Isn't Natalie here?" He sent a Patronus. "Go on."
                              
Joel amscrayed. Not a minute later, Natalie came. "What do you need?"
                              
"Who is training Joel? I mean... if it's not you. I don't have time to deal with fresh trainees who still have pimples."
                              
Natalie laughed. "Umm... he's yours, Healer Potter. He's on your rotation. You're supposed to be training him."
                              
"I am?"
                              
"Yeah... he's actually in healer training. He's not a warden."
                              
"Oh..." Harry said, confused. Draco was looking at him with a smirk. "Shut up, Malfoy."
                              
Natalie's eyes went wide, but Draco didn't flinch. "Sir?"
                              
Harry just waved his hand. "We know each other from school."
                              
"Yeah... we all know. I'm only three years below you two. It's bloody weird."
                              
Harry picked up his head at her tone. "It is not. Can you figure out who the hell is running the healer training program and ask them to report to my office in an hour with an explanation as to why I have a trainee."
                              
"I will give him your express order, Harry," she said, with an astonished laugh.
                              
"Well, they should have let me know, and I would have explained that I'm not training pups in magic that they can't do."