Chapter 15

                                        

                                              
Chapter 15
                              
Published: 12/11/2020
                              
Harry woke up to pounding on the door. He nearly fell out of bed and looked at Draco, mortified.
                              
"Calm down... just say you fell asleep in the chair, again," Draco said, smirking.
                              
Harry nodded, now red as he stood up. "Right... I...."
                              
"And I suggest you fix me and make yourself presentable," he joked, and Harry was feeling the panic coming. What if anyone found out?
                              
"Potter, come here," Draco ordered.
                              
Harry complied and Draco grabbed his hand. "Breathe... in and out slowly." He did. "Now, move me back." Harry did. "Now, fix that rat's nest on your head."
                              
Harry scowled and just ran his fingers through it. He straightened his robes and glamoured his eyes and his blush for good measure. Draco turned the telly on, and Harry walked over to the door.
                              
"Joel?" he said, when he opened it to reveal his trainee.
                              
"I... I didn't know... is everything alright?" he asked, a slightly wonderous look in his eye.
                              
"Yeah... I just fell asleep, again. We were watching the telly, and I was still tired from yesterday."
                              
Joel stared at him like he didn't believe him. "Why was the door locked?"
                              
Fuck. "Oh... that was last night. I didn't want Natalie to come in and yell at me."
                              
"Why were the curtains drawn?"
                              
He glared at Joel, who had a smirk on his face. "I was examining the patient. It's customary to close the curtains."
                              
He heard Draco snort as he stared at the telly.
                              
"Well, you've never done it before. It's almost time for your appointments."
                              
Harry checked the time. He hadn't slept that long in over five years. He did feel better. "I'll be out soon. Thank you."
                              
Joel nodded and shut the door. Harry walked back over to the chair and buried his face in his hands. "I'm so fucked."
                              
"It's just Joel. Breathe."
                              
"Every healer in this building hates me... if they found out... they'd take you away," Harry said, between panicky breaths.
                              
"Away to where? You seem to be the only one who knows how to heal anything."
                              
"It doesn't matter. Healers can't have relationships with patients..." Harry said, and the glamour didn't hide how awkward he was. "Or-Or a p-perceived one."
                              
He couldn't meet Draco's eyes. Did he just make allusions to them having a... relationship?
                              
"You're too moral for your own good, Pottah," Draco sneered, and Harry smiled faintly.
                              
"I just... worry," he said.
                              
"Too much. It'll be alright. Breathe," Draco's smooth voice commanded and he did. He felt so much better.
                              
"Alright... I'll go... everything okay?"
                              
Draco nodded and looked at the telly to watch football. Harry smiled. "I'll be working on your spine after lunch. It shouldn't be as painful, but tomorrow... I'll have to fix your shoulder blades. That might hurt a bit."
                              
Draco shrugged. Harry felt like he was going back to being noncommunicative. He really only responded when one of them was in distress. Harry walked to the appointment rooms and, thankfully, all were short and easy. After Joel followed him into his office, and Harry felt a discussion was coming.