Draco felt at ease around because Harry was so... defenseless. He couldn't be afraid of someone more hurt and scared than him. He realized how much he wanted to protect and console the poor idiot, too. Harry was too nice and innocent to be suffering the way he was. He had fucking died for them! Harry had even saved him, his enemy, from the fiendfyre. He had fought tooth and nail at his trial, too. Without Harry... Draco knew that he would have been in Azkaban... forever. He would have died in there. If Harry hadn't healed him, he would have been crippled for life.
                              
He wasn't stupid. Harry had been peeling him out of his shell, one day at a time. Talking to him, making him feel safe, defending him and, slowly, ever slowly, touching him. Harry was getting him to trust, again, and not be scared. Harry had to know what had happened to him. Draco had a feeling, and every day it became more solidified. Harry didn't just heal. He could tell what had happened. He never questioned anything or asked how it happened. Never tried to pull bits of 온라인카지노게임 out of him. Never touched him without leave.
                              
Even when the kid came by to scan him, Harry tensed up. The scan... Harry knew what the scan would show. Harry made sure that he agreed to it, agreed to Joel knowing. Harry couldn't say no without admitting to him that he knew. Harry was a bit of a Slytherin, wasn't he? But Draco had to admit, Harry's plan was working. He didn't think that he'd ever talk to anyone willing, again. But Harry needed him. He was unraveling. Years... without healing... and Draco knew how that felt. But he would take care of Harry, like Harry had taken care of him.
                              
***
                              
"Here, I brought some tea," Natalie said and passed him the cup.
                              
Harry was so wiped that he just took a large gulp of it with shaky hands. He didn't intend to have a flashback in the middle of the fucking day. Come on, calm down, he told himself. He took another drink, and he did calm the fuck down. He was confused and looked at them and then down suspiciously at his cup.
                              
"I'm sorry... I might have hypothetically stolen a Calming Draught and illegally spiked your drink."
                              
Joel gave her an astonished look, and Harry nodded. He was surprised that he forgot to check for potions, but he took another drink, grateful for her intervention. "I didn't hear anything."
                              
"Nope, me neither."
                              
Natalie smiled. "Just have to worry about your patient. I suppose I could kill him, but that might make you mad."
                              
Draco scowled.
                              
"It would. I might be able to persuade him to lose his hearing, too," Harry murmured, breathing deeply. "Thank you."
                              
She reached out and patted his cheek. "Anything for you, Harry."
                              
After he finished his tea, Joel gave him a hand up. "Sorry... if I woke you up... wrong."
                              
"There isn't a right way to do it," Harry said. "I don't usually sleep here. Thanks, guys. I need to check on Draco before I eat."
                              
"Don't you do any more healing, or I'll whack you!" Natalie promised, and Harry nodded.
                              
They both left, and Harry pulled the chair over and sat in it. He sighed and enjoyed the calm tranquility of the potion.
                              
"I'm sorry... I was so desperate to finish that I... went past my limits. Are you okay?"
                              
Draco nodded.
                              
"Can I check your legs for a response?"
                              
Draco shrugged. Harry rolled on back to the end. "I'm going to lift the charm on your feet and your arms, too."
                              
Draco could suddenly move his hands and arms. He sighed in relief, but then Harry poked his feet and they reacted. Harry pulled the blanket back, so Draco could see his toes.