Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 54

Published: February 4th, 2023

Draco tried again to Summon the telly remote that had fallen on the floor, but the stubborn black plastic thing would not come to him. It barely even shifted. He sighed. He hadn't considered that after six-plus years without casting, he would forget how to cast spells. He had lost so much, as magic wasn't just about words, though he had also forgotten many of the spells. Sure, he remembered the word Accio... but somehow, he was missing a step.

Draco leaned back into his pillows and mulled on it. He never thought he would forget the simplest spells, but Azkaban had taken more than his strength away. He took a deep breath and tried to avoid crying, again. It was really getting annoying but, thankfully, ever since Harry had gone into his mind, Draco had stabilized somehow. Not the emotionally shunted, mute, bed-ridden Draco from when he first arrived, nor the flinchy, PTSD-traumatized, sleep-o-holic he had become after his birthday. Draco was somewhat in the middle emotionally.

Joel said that there might be ups and downs still, but also said that Harry's mental visit had irrevocably changed something. Draco had thought that it was impossible, but Harry had healed him. Healed something inside his mind. Draco had been working with Joel, trying to make "mind healing" work on his bad memories and generally failing. But Harry... he just came in and practically eradicated Connors from his mind. When Harry had let his magic flow through their connection... Connors just vanished. Draco couldn't even remember what he looked like. It wasn't Obliviation, either. Draco remembered what happened and what Connors did and said, but the fear was just gone. He couldn't haunt his memories anymore.

Now, whenever Draco thought of the pain... the torture... the abuse... he remembered Harry, too. Harry healing him... his hands, his body and his soul. He remembered the warm, soothing emotions that Harry radiated when he was in his mind. The feeling didn't leave when Harry broke the spell, and Draco felt like he wasn't alone. Harry was always with him. Harry would protect him, now, not just physically but mentally, too.

Joel couldn't explain it either, but then he said that he really couldn't explain mind healing, either. Joel didn't think that Draco's fear of Connors would come back. He had felt Harry's magic in Draco's mind after, and he couldn't undo any of it if he tried. Joel wasn't even sure that Draco needed mind healing anymore, though they still had sessions. Joel was a great counselor, but he still needed to learn more about mind healing. Draco had no problem letting Joel into every memory, now.

He hadn't really talked to Harry about it. Harry had healed his soul, and Draco didn't know how to respond to such a... gift. His debt to Harry could never be paid off, but he was fine spending the rest of his life paying it off. His entire being belonged to him, now, and Draco was completely okay with that. He had a plan of exactly how he would do it, but there were risks. He hated the idea of distressing Harry, but it was necessary. He needed to take precautions and had penned out some messages in his crude handwriting.

Draco looked up when he heard a knock at the door. He had forgotten about this visit. Joel opened the door and looked in. "Can we come in?"

"Yes, wait a second," he said, putting his wand away. It wasn't his fear driving it, but decorum. You weren't supposed to meet guests brandishing your wand. He also wouldn't receive any more guests in his bed. So he slid into his wheelchair and made sure he was situated, before rolling over to the table.

"Come in."

An older woman in her sixties came in and, just looking at her, he knew she had the same healer's spirit as Madam Pomfrey. Maternal, but professional. "Good afternoon, my name is Healer Carla Soothsaye, I believe you were expecting me?"

"Yes," Draco said, cautiously. "Joel said that you wanted to meet me?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," she said, and Draco grimaced at his name.

"Draco is fine," he grunted and looked at Joel, still wondering why this mind healer wanted to meet him. "Please have a seat."

"Thank you," the woman said, and she and Joel sat down across from him. "I understand that you trained... Joel in Legilimency and Occlumency?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask where you learned it from? I understand that you've been... away since the war."

"In Azkaban," he drawled, glaring at her.

"I didn't want to... trigger you. I'm afraid I did read the papers."

"I'm not easily triggered. Why do you want to know where I learned it?"

"Well... Joel here is very advanced in Legilimency. More than I have ever seen in a new mind healer... or in senior healers. You've not been to any formal school that I know of."

"I went to the school of life, madam healer. My teachers were my abusive father and my psychotic aunt. Voldemort was the one who tested my abilities," he growled.

The healer raised her eyebrows and nodded. "I see. I'll admit, I read your 온라인카지노게임 in the paper... and, again, after Joel admitted it was you. It was all true, wasn't it?"

"I didn't read every article about me, but probably yes."

"Joel said that you... went into a dissociative state for nearly the whole time."

"If that's what you want to call it."

"What do you call it?"

"My head."

She nodded. "And you went somewhere else, mentally?"

Draco sighed. "What do you want, healer?"

"To be frank, I would like to cast Legilimency on you."

His jaw popped open, amazed, and so did Joel's. "Why?"

"To see your abilities. I won't harm you. We can... meet, so to speak. Understand each other from one Legilimens to another."

Draco looked at Joel, who had spent the last month or so rooting around in his skull, and he gave a nod. "Why?" he repeated.

"You'll have to find out, Draco," she said, cryptically. "But I'm not looking to fight."

Draco rolled his eyes. This healer didn't concern him. "Can you handle this?"

She nodded.

"Have at it, then," he said dryly. He was used to this by now.

"Legilimens," she said, and blurry images rushed through the link.

It wasn't like when Joel or Harry entered his mind. Draco had no interest in giving this person anything. He had no idea who she was. He wasn't going to open up, but he didn't attack her either. His walls were up, just like when Voldemort or Aunt Bella tried to rip his memories out. He was in defense mode, not attacking like he had that first mind healer who tried to get in. He felt a bit sorry about that, but he had been too deep in his head to know what he was doing.

This mind healer... Carla... was not attacking him, though she probed his defenses. Her feelings of being impressed leaked through the link. She tried to gain access to no avail, and suddenly, like she was latching onto his hand, she pulled him forward and into her mind. Draco had no way to block her memories, in this unique turn. Joel and Harry were not skilled enough to try this, and Aunt Bella and Voldemort would have never allowed it.

Her magic was forming the link, and he couldn't break it. Perhaps if he was more readily connected to his core, but his magic was weak. He couldn't stop it, and his fear flooded the link. Carla stopped, and calmness spread through their connection. She did it better than Joel had, but he couldn't embrace the forced calmness. She had him locked inside her head, and he knew the destructive power of thought. She seemed to sense this and just opened her memories to him, in an attempt to ease his apprehension.

She showed him her family, the center, the patients before and after treatment, her teaching other healers and even a few glimpses of her soothing a distraught mind. Draco's anxiety started to fade, but he still was wary. Then her memory landed on Joel, in her office, and she let the memory play out there.

"You have to understand that people have hurt him badly. I can't tell you who he is," Joel said, with his head down.

"Young man, Legilimancy is highly regulated. He could have turned you into a vegetable! This was dangerous. He must stop," the mind healer declared.

Joel frowned. "He knows more about Legilimency than you do."

Draco could feel that Carla was shocked by this, and she said, "How is that possible?"

"Years, nearly a decade of pain and torture. He's only alive because he knows how to protect his mind. I'll let you strip me of my license and throw me in jail before I ever tell you who he is," Joel growled.

Draco felt honored by the show of loyalty in the young man, though it was surely a bad habit he had picked up from Harry. However, it didn't surprise him. He had been in Joel's mind, too, and knew how much affection Joel had for Harry and him. But, other than Joel's muggle aunt, he had no one else in the world.

"That's a strong statement to make, young healer," she commented. "Did you think to ask him?"

Joel was puzzled. "Why?"

"To ask if I could meet him."

"You just said that he was essentially breaking the law. Why would I agree to that?"

"So, I can make sure he's not breaking the law. Merely teaching it isn't illegal, but he used Legilimency to heal you."

"He wasn't even casting the spell."

Her eyebrows rose. "He can get into your mind without casting?"

Joel nodded.

She humphed and rocked back in her chair. "Then it's not illegal. Even if he cast it now, you are licensed, so it's even more moot. You can also "oversee" his mind healing if you are training."

Draco remembered that Joel made Harry sign a training hours sheet after Harry healed him, but Joel hadn't explained why.

"I would like to meet him. Rest assured that I would never report anything about this to the MMMB. Clearly, he's not using his abilities negligently or illegally."

Joel stared at her. "Why?"

"If he can teach you this much so fast... and, after seeing my abilities, you feel that he's better than I... well... how could I not want to meet him?"

He lowered his head, uncertain. "I don't know."

"I will sign a blood vow to that."

Joel looked up. "You want to meet him that badly?"

"Yes."

"I won't say anything else unless he agrees to it."

She nodded and the memories swirled again. This time she took him through her own childhood trauma, which shocked Draco that she would just open up like that. He felt her pain, sorrow and humiliation through the link. He couldn't help but try to calm her down, letting his emotions flood their link. She sent feelings of gratitude, but still took him into another horrible memory, this time, one of fear as her attacker grabbed her. Desperation to help flooded the link, though some part of him knew it wasn't real. She got courage from his feelings and bore through her fear, chasing the old memory away.

After the fourth time of this process, Draco had finally realized what she was doing. He couldn't hear her thoughts, as Harry was the only one he could easily communicate with. But he felt that she was training him to heal memories properly. When he worked with Joel, they were stumbling through it... guessing. He wasn't far off, but it had been a lot of trial and error. He grumbled, internally, and decided that he didn't see how this apparent do-gooder would or could hurt him. He dropped his walls.

Her shock at his sudden decision was apparent, but she sent reassuring feelings through the link before she came into his mind. They still couldn't speak, as trust was not that earned, but he let her look around like he let Joel. Her thoughts were pleasant and soothing, trying to ease his fear, though he wasn't easily assured. He felt that she wanted to see how he had learned. He obliged her and took her to those memories. She watched them with a mixture of awe and disgust. She tried to ease the tension, but he didn't let her emotions touch him that much.

After a few moments of attempting to calm him passed without much progress, she ended the spell, and they were back in his room. He eyed her warily, registering that Joel was shaking. They were in each other's minds for a long time. Obviously, Harry hadn't arrived, or he would have ended it.

She asked, "Draco, are you alright? You weren't responding."

He shrugged and grunted, "You saw the Dark Lord rooting through my head. Responding is a way to get killed. I know Occulmency, too, healer. You don't."

"I know enough to protect myself, but I never had to employ it like you did," she said, nodding. "Did you learn anything?"

"Some. Calm down, Joel. I'm fine," he said, meeting his eyes.

"Sorry... I just...."

"Draco and I were getting to know each other. I realize that you are still under healer's care, but when you've recovered... perhaps we could learn a few more things from each other?"

He gave her a look. "To what purpose?"

"Draco... let me explain to you that what we just did... is not common. I knew something was immediately different when I tested Joel for his license. I think... with your help... we can improve training and processes for mind healing."

Draco wasn't sure what she was saying and gave her a confused look.

"When you are released, I want you to come to the center, and we can develop a training program."

"Madam healer... I'm a former Death Eater who can't walk on my own and can't even produce enough magic to summon my remote," he muttered, glaring at the thing under his bed, again.

She nodded. "You didn't need magic or the ability to walk to do what we just did."

Draco sighed. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable, and being around strange, unfamiliar people was not something he wanted to do.

"It can just be you and I... until you're comfortable? I also can help you recover easier than Joel can."

"I trust, Joel," Draco said, flatly, and Joel blushed.

"I know, but he's inexperienced. We will, of course, build our own relationship. Eventually, I believe I will earn your trust as well."

Draco blinked, again, confused. "Are you offering me mind healing sessions or training sessions?"

"I'm offering you a job."

Draco leaned back and just said, "Huh."

The healer left about a half-hour later. He asked a few more questions, and she explained what she was offering. He would not immediately give her an answer and merely said that he would think about it. She left and Joel needed some extra reassurance that he was fine.

"Are you sure you're okay?" the kid asked, again.

"I'm fine. I was mostly in her mind, anyway," Draco said, meeting his eyes.

Joel nodded. "I'm sorry if...."

"Don't be sorry, Joel. No bad stuff. It was interesting to meet another... Legilimens."

"How do you feel about it?" he asked, easily slipping into the counselor role.

"She's got some wild ideas... I don't know if it would work."

Joel nodded. "There's no harm in trying it out, Draco."

Draco snorted, though it might actually fit in with his plans. "Joel, can you send these letters for me?"

Joel accepted the letters and looked at the recipients. "Are you really going to go through with it, Draco?"

"We have little choice on it, Joel. Harry should be out of his appointments soon."

"Training Harper is taking up his time," Joel commented, as he pocketed the letters.

"Indeed. Hopefully, it'll help him through it. Why doesn't Harper come in here?"

"I don't know. Harry probably told him to stay out. He unconsciously wants to be alone with you, Draco," Joel said, eyeing him.

Draco nodded. Fucking hell, he just wanted this nonsense to be over. This plan was going to be brutal on them both, but if it worked, it'd be all worth it.

Harry came in just a few minutes later. "Draco?"

"About time, Chosen One. Your patients are occupying too much of your time," Draco scoffed.

Harry laughed. "Especially you, but ready for lunch?"

"Yeah," he said, and Joel smiled at him.

Draco raised an eyebrow. Why was Joel smiling?

"I got something for you for you first," Harry said and went out into the hallway. He came back with some kind of gray bar thing with yellow balls on two of the four legs. Harry pulled the contraption apart, so the legs were separated. He set it on the floor in front of his chair. It looked like a moveable set of balance bars.

"This is a walking frame. The tennis balls will slide easier. You should be able to get a lot more steps in, and it will be safer. Want to do some laps around the room?"

Draco nodded and gripped the armrests of his wheelchair as he lifted up. He grabbed the frame's handrails, which helped stabilize his balance. He made a few small steps and immediately felt more confident.

"How is it?" Harry asked, watching his every movement.

"I like it. Thank you," Draco said.

Harry sat at the table with Joel and just watched him. Normally, he'd be at his side.

"You're not shadowing me anymore," Draco said, as he completed his third circuit.

"Yeah," he said, looking down. "You're getting stronger."

Draco stopped and looked at Harry before he made eye contact with Joel. "Yeah... so what's for lunch?"

Harry perked up and looked at him. "Just some sandwiches... but if you're up for it... I wanted to know if you'd want to venture outside for lunch."

Draco's eyes widened. "Outside?"

"The roof? It's nice out today. Sunny and warm and there are tables and chairs up there. Nat, Harper and Joel said they'd come eat with us, so no one else bugs us. I mean, it will be in the open. People could confront us... you."

Draco took a deep breath. This was a step that he needed to take. "Yeah, that sounds... nice."

"I think you should take the wheelchair, though. It's a lot of walking."

Draco sat back down in his wheelchair, and Joel led the way out into the hallway. Harper had a takeout bag in his hand, and Nat was smiling next to him. Draco exited his room for the second time since he came to Harry's ward. They escorted him to the lift and cramped inside. Harry passed Draco a pair of sunglasses.

"It'll be a bit bright," he explained.

Draco nodded, almost nervously, but did as Harry suggested. The lift opened into a glass vestibule, but the brightness was almost blinding. He could smell the air of the city. He looked at Harry, who smiled and rolled forward through the door into the sun. He marveled at the bright blue sky for a few moments. Besides the three days he had spent sprawled out and dying on his terrace, he hadn't been outside since... before.

He wasn't sure how to handle the emotions of seeing the sun, again. Harry pushed the chair over to a table with an umbrella.

"I wouldn't want you to get a sunburn, now would I?" Harry said and then knelt in front of him. "How are you doing?"

"It's..." Draco started, leaning back in his chair and looking up into the sky. "...unbelievable. Thank you."

He looked at Harry, who smiled. "You're welcome."

They ate sandwiches and talked about things that Draco didn't listen to. He knew Harry wasn't participating in conversation, either. He let Draco settle his emotions and bask in the warmth and indirect sunlight.

"Still doing okay?" Harry asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah, sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Harry said, but turned to watch as a pair of wardens walked by, glancing at them.

Draco hadn't even noticed that about twenty people were sitting at various tables and benches around them. They were all looking at them, unabashed. Harry tried not to look their way and instead stared at the table.

"Do you want to go back inside, Draco?" Harry asked, quietly, as Draco saw someone take a picture a few tables away.

"No... I'm okay, if you are," he said, looking at Harry, whose social anxiety affected him more.

Harry shrugged. "I can handle it... as long as you are enjoying yourself."

"I am. What do you think tomorrow's headline will be? Wheelchair-Bound, Former Death Eater eats lunch with the Chosen One... and others?" Draco scoffed, trying to alleviate some of Harry's anxiety.

Harry laughed a little. "Merlin, I hope not."

"Do you want me to say something to them?" Joel asked as Harper glared at the photo-taker.

"No. I don't want to hide anymore. I've been dead and buried for too long," Draco declared, raising his head, haughtily.

Harry's smile was wide. "Alright, Mr. Dramatic... finish your sandwich."

"Yes, master healer," he grunted and was more willing to participate in their conversation. A few people stopped by to say hi: a warden that Draco didn't know, a healer that Draco recognized from the emergency ward and, lastly, Susan Bones, Harry's new boss.

"It's wonderful to see you outside, Draco," she said.

"Yes, thank you," he said, but didn't engage with her. Harry didn't either, which didn't help.

He remembered her from school, and they weren't friends. He now understood what Harry felt whenever Blaise came around. That anxiety that comes from someone in your past knowing that you are broken and different. Harry nudged his leg and Draco looked at him. Harry knew that he was dropping.

"I hope your day is going well," Draco said, meeting her eyes. Of course, his eyes were covered by sunglasses.

"It is. Is this your first time... up and about?" she asked.

Draco wasn't going to bring up his escape from the ward to her. "Yes. Harry thought that it would be nice out today. Though I think he is trying to turn me into a tomato with all this sun."

As though emboldened by Draco, Harry snickered and said, "Yeah... he's doing really well. I thought he was ready to get some fresh air after so long."

"I agree. I'm delighted that you are recovering... Draco."

"Thank you. I remember you were in the emergency ward when they first brought me in."

"You... remember that?" she asked, astonished.

"Bleakly, I didn't know what was happening, exactly, but I was listening. You healed my injuries."

Harry's eyes widened, as he was also surprised by that.

"I did, though several healers were working at once. You were in critical condition upon arrival. I mean... another hour... and well... you wouldn't have made it. You had internal bleeding and your lung had collapsed. You were barely breathing."

"He thought I was dead," Draco murmured.

She nodded. "You very nearly were, but I'm glad you've healed up."

Draco nodded, "Thank you."

"Well, you should enjoy the rest of your lunch. You all have a great day," Madam Bones said, politely, and left.

Draco breathed easier, and Harry murmured, "It takes a while to get used to talking to people, but you did great."

Draco blushed a little at his praise and nodded. Eventually, Harry and Joel said that they had to go back inside for their appointments. Harper and Nat offered to stay up with him, but Draco wanted the safety of his room. He trusted both to protect him, but he really did burn easily in the sun, even in the shadow of the umbrella.

Harper wheeled him to his room as Joel and Harry went to an appointment together. He knew it had something to do with Zacharias Smith, for some reason.

"Do you want anything else, Draco?" Harper asked, when he parked him at his table.

Draco was about to say no, but he spied the frame that Harry had just given him. He could do more laps. "Yes, hand me that... walking thing over there, please."

Harper did as he asked, though he looked worried. "Are you supposed to use that without Harry here?"

Draco shrugged. "You're here. He just doesn't want me to do things alone... nervous ponce. I can do laps until you have to go."

Harper smiled and nodded. "Sure."

Draco started walking with his frame sliding it around the room. Harper sat at the table and, with a bit of encouragement from him, Harper told him about his seventh year and what happened at Hogwarts after the war. It wasn't an easy time for Slytherins, Draco could tell. Ginny Weasley was Head Girl, and some Ravenclaw that he didn't know was Head Boy. Harper said it was rough initially, but it got better. Draco wondered what "rough" meant. Draco would have described all of his years there as rough. Everyone hates Slytherins. Harper said he had difficulty getting into the healer program, too.

"What about Vaisey?" he asked, as he had been Harper's year.

"He went professional on the international circuit... not as biased toward houses. He has been mainly in the minor leagues in Germany, but he's played a few major games as a backup."

"That's... good, I guess," Draco huffed and collapsed back in his chair after forty laps.

"You're getting better at that," Harper commented.

"Yeah..." he said, catching his breath.

Harper conjured a glass of water and handed it to him.

"Thanks... and for staying."

"It's not an issue. Harry... likes having people in with you. I think he's worried that you'll be lonely."

He looked at Harper. "You volunteered to stay when I was... well, I guess catatonic is the best word for it."

Harper nodded. "I don't have a social life, so it was no trouble. You ran our house with respect that few Slytherins have had, and you weren't a jerk about it. We all looked up to you."

Draco nodded. He hated how Flint, Miles, Montague, and Warrington ruled their house when they ruled. They exploited it. Draco made his house safe. They were constantly under attack from the other houses, and they should feel safe amongst their own kind.

"You better go. Learn from Potter. Thanks, again," Draco said.

He nodded and went out the door. Draco tried again to practice various spells until Harry returned. He couldn't get the remote to come to him, but he had managed a few charms and transfiguration spells. He supposed that Blaise could help him remember. He was a teacher, after all.

"How's it going? Harper said you did laps?"

"Sore."

"How about a massage and then some more laps?"

Draco smiled. "And then another massage?"

"Yep!" Harry said, but Draco didn't move.

He stared at the remote, helplessly. He couldn't bend and retrieve it, yet, and he couldn't Summon it. So he had to ask Harry to retrieve it or....

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned.

He looked up at Harry helplessly at a loss. He hadn't admitted his memory loss to him. Nor had Harry done any tests of his abilities or the power of his spells, yet. His face flushed, and he felt powerless, again, despite having a wand.

"Draco?"

"I... I've been... having difficulties... with my spells," he confessed.

Harry sat at the table. "Oh... okay. That's to be expected. You've been through a major trauma, Draco, and more importantly, you haven't cast anything in over five years. You're just rusty. Just give it some time."

"I... can't remember things."

Harry took his hand. "I can help you remember. Your memory is just like your muscles, Draco. If you don't use it... remember things... you lose things. You think I remember the Goblin Wars or what the heck Fig Newtons are?"

Draco gave him a look.

"Do you remember what years the Goblin Wars took place?" Harry asked, pointedly.

Draco considered it and shook his head.

"Neither do I. Hermione might, but I didn't try to remember it. You weren't trying to, either. In fact, you were probably trying to forget it all."

Draco grimaced and blushed as he looked at the remote, again. "I remember... Accio... but it's not working." He still couldn't help but feel embarrassed, despite everything they had been through.

Harry looked at the remote and nodded. "I noticed it earlier and forgot to grab it. Well, I haven't really used my wand in the last five years either... sorry. But... pull out your wand, and maybe we can figure it out."

Draco slowly did, still a little uneasy about letting go of it, if Harry asked. Harry didn't have a wand to show him the spell. However, Harry didn't ask to use it, he just looked at Draco.

"So... for some spells... most spells actually... I don't need to move my hands when I cast. My Patronus, adjusting the heating charms, and almost everything else works without my hands pointing or moving. However, some spells, particularly movement and transportation spells... need directed action. Can you levitate the remote?"

Draco hadn't tried that spell but remembered it. "Win-gardium Leviosa?"

"Wingardium Leviosa is correct. Give it a try?"

Draco swallowed nervously. He didn't want to fail under Harry's observation. He stammered through the words a few times before he said it correctly. It didn't move. He avoided Harry's eyes, ashamed.

But Harry nodded, seemingly expecting this. "Yeah... see. You got to get that wrist movement in there, remember? Clockwise downturn and up rapidly?"

A hazy memory of "swish and flick" flashed in his mind, and Draco tried it, again, with a flourish.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The remote rose following his wand's direction, and Draco smiled victorious. He managed to maneuver it onto the bed, so it was within reach.

"See? And Accio is similar. You slightly flick upward to Summon the object back to you. Banishing is flicking down and out."

Draco's eyebrows rose up. Was he really just missing something so simple? He didn't remember that particular rule, but magic came more naturally back then. He probably just copied what he saw and didn't realize the why behind it.

"It's also easier when you say what you're Summoning, but you can get things to come without it. Accio weight!" Harry said, rotating his wrist and two fingers up.

The small cylinder weight that Draco used to build his arm strength floated to him, and he set it on the table. He looked at Draco to try it, again.

Draco bit his lip and held out his arm. "Accio remote!" The black plastic thing floated toward him and he caught it. He looked at Harry with a smile.

"Thank you," he murmured and held on to the remote.

"You can ask me anything, Draco. If you don't remember the spell... or need help casting it... I will always help you. There's no judgment, Draco."

No, Harry never did judge, and Draco hoped that that would never change.

"After your exercises... we can run through some common spells before I go home?"

"That sounds... wonderful. Thank you, Harry," Draco said, gripping Harry's hand tightly.

"Anytime, Draco. Anything for you."