Healing Draco Malfoy

Published: Feb. 16, 2025

In his office, days later, Harry was still processing. He appreciated that Draco had come clean with what he was doing, but it still made him feel uncertain... nervous.

"Harry... I hope one day... that I could help you, like you helped me," Draco had said.

Mind healing. Harry just squirmed at the thought of someone else seeing him at his weakness... see him surrender when he let that bastard win. But... but it was Draco, and that made all the difference. Because he, Harry, had seen what Draco endured... seen him surrender like Harry had surrendered. Harry had felt Draco's pain and fear. Harry had understood it and helped Draco fight those nightmares. Harry didn't even know how he did it.

It was... fair... equal that Draco could see his dark moments. However, Harry had no desire to face those memories, again. Even Draco had faltered when Joel tried to help him heal. Harry had to intervene, and he used his magic to... make Connors disappear. Draco, he didn't think, had that power.

Harper knocked on his door and came in. "Morning, Sir-I mean-Harry."

"Hey, Harper," Harry said, accepting some files from him.

"Everything... okay?" Harper asked, cautiously.

"Yeah... just thinking," he replied.

"O-Okay. I'm sorry. I can wait...."

"No... I'm sorry. I've been out of it for a few days," Harry admitted, then he looked at Harper, who had been assigned to the mental health ward for nearly five years. "Draco... he told me that he is thinking about becoming a mind healer."

Harper blinked in surprise. "Oh... wow! Good for him. With how much Joel praises his abilities, he should do well in the field. It'll be a great job for him."

Harry's shoulders dropped. He hadn't even considered how important... significant that Draco was going to get a job... a professional and noble job, helping others get better. Someone else had believed in him, in his ability to help others and offered a job to a disabled, former Death Eater a job. It was an achievement... an important benchmark in Draco's life and his recovery. Harry had been too focused on himself to acknowledge his success. He felt so ashamed.

"Yeah... it is great. Thank you, Harper," Harry said, forcing a smile.

Harper was confused but didn't question it. They headed out for their morning appointments, and Harry drilled Harper on diagnosis, treatments and bedside manner, like he had with Joel. Harper was getting there. When Joel came down for their session, Harper made to leave.

"I'll see you at lunch," Joel said to him, and Harper smiled and nodded.

Harry looked at them but then sat down in his chair. He considered asking Joel about that, but just launched into what Draco had told him and how he felt about it and why. He also mentioned his guilt over not praising Draco enough for it.

"It's not too late, Harry. You should tell him that... tell him how proud you are and that you were just afraid. Draco will understand."

"Draco always understands. He's always been able to see past my insecurities," Harry admitted.

"He's perceptive like that."

"Yeah. It's been rough these last few weeks. We needed to talk about a few rough topics. Joel, Draco... he thinks that one day he can... heal my mind," Harry murmured.

Joel nodded. "And how do you feel about that?"

Harry breathed. "I don't know. It scares me and it doesn't. It's-It's Draco."

"Draco has more training to get through. It's not going to happen for a while. He wants to help you... and he feels obligated to help you in a way. He knows that he can help you, but he also knows how you feel about it."

"I never wanted to relive that trauma, again, but... I know I'm not okay. I'm not getting better on my own. I can't tell you how many times I've had to rely on Calming Potions to get through normal conversations," Harry admitted.

"Things don't just magically go away, Harry. Calming Potions are a tool to help you ease your stress, not a cure-all. The anxiety won't go away without trying to resolve what happened, but I can walk you through some techniques to reduce your anxiety without the potion."

Harry nodded. Joel reminded him of the deep breathing exercise that Harry kept forgetting to do. He also made him meditate for a bit and asked him to consider writing his thoughts and worries down in a journal. Joel stressed that it didn't have to be organized, just write what worries him or causes him stress, and they could work on addressing it. Harry was dubious about it working but remembered Draco's diary. He said it was cathartic. Maybe, it would help.

Harry felt better at the end of it, but that changed when he walked out of his office and found Susan. She looked at him from Natalie's desk, as if she had been waiting for him to get out of his appointment with Joel.

"Susan? Is something wrong?" he asked, nervousness returning.

Joel came from behind him and looked at her. "What's going on?"

She looked at Joel, dubiously, but decided to let him stay. "Harry, please don't get upset or concerned, but there is a small ethics review board meeting set for this evening... about... well...."

"Draco and I?" Harry guessed, a lump now forming in his stomach.

"It's a formality, really. We just need to make sure that everything is... on the level," she said, awkwardly.

"Am I allowed to be there?" Joel asked.

"You are on the review board as the Head of Mind Healing. It's just going to be me, Head Healer Convaba, Stebbins, the Head of Compliance, and the Head of Witch and Wizard Relations... who is Hannah, if you didn't hear about her being hired."

"Abbott?" he asked, curiously.

"Finch-Fletchly, actually. She and Justin married three years ago. He's working in the Ministry under Arthur Weasley."

Harry nodded, taking in this information. "When?" he whispered, not meeting her eyes.

"At five, after your last appointment. Harry... this is just a formality. I'm on your side, and Joel is too. I'm sure the head healer and Hannah won't be against you either. You... your reforms put this into place. A step below a MMMB hearing. We have to conduct a review to be fair and impartial and to make sure that there wasn't undue influence, which I'm sure there wasn't," Susan said gently. She tried to move her hands forward to take his, but seemed to reconsider it.

Harry did not want to be touched. He was barely holding back tears.

"Harry? Harry, look at me," Joel said, and Harry looked up at him. "Calm down... breathe... it won't be like... the other hearing. No white room... no interrogation... I promise."

"We will ask questions, but it's more about making sure your patient is okay," Susan reaffirmed.

"Can I go?" Harry asked.

"Of course. We can reschedule... but I thought you'd want it over and done with, rather than letting it drag out."

Harry did ask her to do that. He looked at Joel, who looked like he wanted to come with him, but Harry went back into his office to floo to Grimwald. He walked out the front door and Apparated to Blaise and Neville's manor. He nearly ran inside and located Draco, who was walking, not shuffling into the kitchen. He was doing a lot better at it since Harry started massaging him every morning.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Draco said, apparently reading his emotional mindset instantly.

"I... I..." he rambled, and came over, accepting a hug from Draco. He couldn't stop shaking.

"Shhh... I got you. Let's go over to the couch, okay?" Draco said, and guided him over, leaving his walker in the kitchen.

They sat down and Harry refused to let him go, as if the review board had made an irrational threat that they would take Draco away. Draco just held him and whispered that it was going to be alright. It took nearly half their allotted time for Harry to lean back and look into Draco's eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it, Harry?" he breathed, gently caressing his face.

Harry blinked back some tears. "T-There's an ethics hearing... tonight... about... our relationship."

Draco straightened up. "Tonight?"

"After work... to make sure there wasn't... I didn't do anything improper."

"You didn't do anything improper, Harry. You are the shining beacon of all that is right in the world. You did nothing wrong, alright?" Draco insisted.

"They'll want to talk about it. What... what do I say? Don't say?" he asked, looking up at him.

Draco's shoulders dropped. "You aren't still operating under the belief that you can't talk about me, are you?"

"Your medical past... it's private. Need to know."

Draco sighed. "Yeah... Mr. By-the-Books. Did you excise Granger's personality? You can tell anyone about what happened to me, period."

Harry grimaced. "You don't have to...."

"Clearly, I do. But everything is going to be fine, okay? You did nothing wrong," he repeated.

They stayed on the couch his whole lunch period. Draco Summoned some cheese and fruit for Harry to eat, before walking him to the door.

"Harry... thank you for telling me. It's all going to be okay, alright? This is part of the plan, okay?"

Harry looked at him.

"Thirty days separation, clearly established independence, and proof I'm no longer under your care... that's what the plan was. You just need to say that, okay?"

Harry felt his jaw lock. Fuck, this was going to be impossible. He lowered his eyes and nodded. Draco tried to pull him back, but Harry had to leave. He was already late for his appointments.

"I-I'll be back at sundown. Thanks..." Harry muttered and pulled away, without letting Draco call him back.

Harry returned the way he had come, arriving in his office shaken and apprehensive. He took in some deep breaths and saw the Calming Draught on his desk. He confirmed what it was with a spell and drank quickly. His heart rate dropped considerably. After a few minutes, a knock came at the door.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Joel's voice called through the door.

"Yeah... come in," Harry said, looking at his desk.

Joel came in and slowly approached. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Harry shook his head. "You left this?"

"Yeah, just in case you came here instead of the Apparation point. Did you talk to Draco about it?"

He nodded. "He... helped... but I'm still unsure what to say."

"Just keep it simple. Nothing bad happened. Breathe," Joel encouraged.

Harry stumbled through his afternoon appointments Harper actually took point, while Harry just healed them.

When five rolled around, Joel met Harry in his office. He took another Calming Draught, before they headed up to the board room. A large round table had been conjured, and everyone was already seated except him and Joel.

"Have a seat, Harry," Head Healer Convaba said, gesturing at the seat. He took it and Joel sat next to him. The head continued," This is an informal ethics review meeting to satisfy Compliance and Witch & Wizard Relations procedures. It is not targeted specifically at you, Harry."

Stebbins, the former Ravenclaw, cleared his throat." Yes, you self-reported your relationship with your former patient a few weeks ago. We have reviewed our procedures and established this ethics or conflict management board, in cases like this or similar personnel issues. It was very wise of you to self-report, but we still need to ensure that no MMMB rules were broken, and your former patient wasn't... unduly coerced into a relationship."

Harry's eyes widened, but Hannah jumped in, "Not that anyone is saying that!"

"We are obligated to conduct an investigation, even for tenured board members," the head healer added.

"I understand," Harry whispered.

"Let's review the facts of this case... on March 1st of this year, the patient was brought into the hospital trauma ward and healed of all life-threatening injuries. After six days, he was transferred to your ward for long-term care. Is that correct?"

"I'm not sure on the dates, but yes," Harry said.

"From there, the patient stayed under your direct care for three-and-a-half months, departing on June 30th of this year?" he pressed.

"Correct."

"When did you and the patient start a relationship? Stebbins asked.

"I... is this... confidential?" Harry asked, looking at Susan and the head healer.

"Yes. I asked Hannah to draft a confidentiality agreement, which we will all sign, if you are cleared. If we have to report it to the MMMB, then we will sign a limited one," Head Healer Convaba said.

Harry nodded." Well, on my birthday... there was a... umm... party... at Hogwarts."

"We were there," Susan said.

"Dra... the... he was there. He came over and asked me to dance. We talked and it was so short... so I wrote him a letter to go out for tea. We did. I'm not sure when it... became a... relationship. We met every day at two, for tea and biscuits and... talked. It took a few weeks before he invited me to where he was staying, and I brought him to where I was staying. We... we're taking it slow... because of both our... pasts," he explained, his eyes fixed on the table the whole time.

"I see. So, no communications between you and the patient between when he left the hospital and The Hogwarts Reunion?" Hannah asked.

"No. I was on leave, after the... Higgs thing and the trial. I spent the time with my friends."

"For a whole month?" Stebbins pressed.

"Yes. A lot had happened in the few months preceding my leave. I didn't want to take time off since I had a long-term patient, instead of my normal outpatient sessions. There was no one to cover for me. I didn't... reach out to Draco during that time, and he didn't reach out to me."

"I believe you, Harry," the head healer said.

"Alright then... have you treated the patient since he left your care?" Stebbins asked.

Harry grimaced and fidgeted." Not exactly. A few weeks ago, Draco... the patient... was sore and needed a massage. I obliged him. I've done it a few times since then to relieve his pain. He has a healer and a muggle massage therapist. I don't know if... um... it counts as... treatment. I didn't proscribe his treatment plan or anything."

"Is it what you were doing in the hospital?"

Harry smirked, blushing." Well... I can kiss him... and talk to him about... personal things when I do it... so not exactly the same thing."

Stebbins didn't look pleased, but Hannah said, "Did anything ever happen... sexually in the hospital while he was under your care?"

Harry shook his head. '"Hugs... we hugged when he walked for the first time, when he left... when I told him what... happened to me."

"No kissing?"

"No."

"Sexual contact?"

"No."

"Even when treating him? Giving him... massages?" Stebbins sneered.

"What? No, never! He needed massages to increase circulation to his muscles. There wasn't anything... else."

"I think... that Healer Potter acted professionally within the hospital," the head declared, loudly, ending that line of questioning. "But when you started up a relationship... was there enough time? Even I saw how close you and the patient were. Your patient went through a traumatic experience. You were-are his only option due to his condition. Was one month really long enough?"

Harry tensed up under their scrutiny. No... it wasn't, he thought. He tried to remember Draco's arguments but words failed him.

Joel stepped in. "I've talked to Draco since he left Harry's care. I found him very certain about his feelings on the matter."

"We all know that you are friends with both of them," Stebbins said.

"Yes, I am. I was the patient's mind healer."

"You can't tell us that! It's violating the patient's rights!"

"I have a signed permission form from Draco Malfoy allowing me to discuss it," Joel shot back. Harry realized that Draco probably signed it before he left the hospital.

Joel proceeded to explain how Draco felt, how calm and certain he was, and that there was no undue influence on Draco's feelings. Joel argued that they had known each other for almost fifteen years and had had a very complicated past. That he and Draco had bonded over their similar traumas.

"Alright... but it still doesn't mean that we should allow a mentally compromised patient to have relations with his healer!" Stebbins insisted. "The patient is trapped in his care."

"He is not!" Harry shot back.

"We've seen no evidence of that."

"Alright, calm down, Stebbins. Harry, do you think that Draco is capable of letting go?" the head said.

No, Harry's mind said. Draco wouldn't let go, any more than Harry could. "I... Draco... he..." he was floundering.

Knock knock, the door sounded. Everyone looked at the door. Joel got up and opened it. It was Draco leaning on a cane.

"Draco?" Harry gasped.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had trouble finding the meeting," Draco said, entering the room.

Stebbins jaw dropped. "You asked the patient to come to your review board?"

"No!" Harry insisted.

"He informed me that this meeting was occurring. I decided that he shouldn't handle this alone," Draco said, shaking from the effect. "Joel... can I have this chair? That was a lot of walking."

Draco sat down as Stebbins spluttered, "No! This is simply...."

But the head healer said, loudly, "Enough. I'd rather get to the heart of the matter. I found you very lucid and intelligent when we spoke, Mr. Malfoy. How has your health been since you left the hospital?"

"Good. Tedious. I have a private healer, Merchants, if you know him. Quite expensive and well-known," Draco said, with his old posh tone. Harry had to refrain from smiling. He was so happy to see Draco like this.

"I do know Healer Merchant. He left ten years ago for his own practice."

"Yes, here are his healer notes on my progression, as well as my muggle therapist and my mind healer."

"We all know what our head mind healer thinks of you," Stebbins scoffed, as Draco slid the packet of papers over.

"Joel is not my mind healer. He realized that there was a conflict of interest and said he couldn't be my healer."

The board members looked at Joel, who was standing against the wall behind Draco.

"My mind healer is Healer Carla Soothsaye at the London Mind Healing Institute," Draco declared.

"Oh? Carla took you on as a permanent patient? She's been teaching mind healing for many years, now. One of the greatest mind healers I've ever known. I asked her to come and work at the hospital with Joel until it was staffed, but she said she had an important case. I didn't think she meant you," Head Healer Convaba said, and accepted Draco's reports.

"Yes, it's not just that she's my mind healer. She is training me to become a mind healer. I'm going to Germany in a few weeks to certify there, as they don't require NEWTs to certify for a career."

The board members looked at him, slack-jawed.

"The Germans are very strict with their certifications. You believe that you will pass?" Susan asked.

Draco smirked and Joel added, "Draco trained me in two weeks to pass my healer boards. He's a phenomenal Occlumens."

"I told you when you stopped in to see me, Head Healer Convaba, that I am very skilled in mental magic. I'll also stress that during my stint in Azkaban I was fully in my right mind. I knew what was happening, and I kept my mind safe. Sure, I get scared, nervous and have flashbacks, but I am a fully cognizant wizard. I have a job, and I am making a living. I have a set healing plan from my healer, who isn't Harry. I have gone out, visited friends, the Minister, and my lawyers..." Draco added, glaring at Stebbins.

"I have ensured my lands and holdings were returned to me. I did all that, without Harry. I owe Harry a lot. A life debt... my ability to walk... but I don't want to be with him because of that. I love him. I have always loved him. Ever since fourth year when he flew circles around a bloody dragon," Draco said. "He was everything that I wanted, and then he was there... to show me human kindness. Prove that I wasn't going to be thrown back into hell and that one day I could walk, again.

"We took time apart that we both needed off to recover, but at the reunion, we sparked. I wasn't his patient... and he wasn't my healer. He wanted to talk to me about how I was handling everything. So we met... talked... for days... weeks... until we felt comfortable enough to start something. No trust was broken... I wasn't led on. We are two friends who have saved each other too many times to count. But let me make it clear... this friendship started way before I came to the hospital and our relationship started after."

"I see. There are rules in place for a reason."

"I agree. I'm not a patient anymore. We separated and led our lives. I got a job. I have more Galleons than Potter. I advocated for my redress for Azkaban. I went out into society and attended galas. How am I under Harry's influence anymore?"

"I don't think that you are. We were concerned. Things like this need to be addressed and questioned, but I feel that we can put this matter to rest, can't we?"

"But... it's...."

"Stebbins, there is no undue influence. Mr. Malfoy is mentally competent. There was a clear separation period, and Mr. Malfoy seems to be independent from Healer Potter."

Harry could barely meet Draco's eyes, but he tried to convey his appreciation for coming here and his happiness that it appeared to be over.

"Harry, do you have anything to say?"

"I... no... I'm sorry... these things are very... stressfully and triggering," he mumbled, wrangling his hands. He wanted so much to touch Draco for reassurance. "I'm not very good at... these things."

"I am so sorry. Let's wrap this up, okay? Hannah? The confidentiality agreement?"

Hannah brought it out, and everyone besides Harry and Draco signed it. It was firm that no one would reveal what had been discussed, and only a notice that Harry had been cleared would be sent to the MMMB.

"Alright, well this was a matter of procedure... a necessary evil, I'm afraid," Head Healer Convaba said. "So, I apologize for putting you through this.

Harry nodded in thanks, but Draco said, wryly, "Well, I look forward to when I come back here as Healer Malfoy, and you all get to decide if we are doing too much PDA."

The board looked shocked, but Harry chuckled, the fear finally dissipating. Draco took his hand.

"Let's go, home, Golden Boy. Lead me out of this fucking maze of a hospital," Draco said, and Harry took him home for a full-out massage. They were free.

Well, all the conflicts have been resolved. Now, it's just about healing and getting closer. The end is nigh. I think there's going to be two or three more chapters, maybe more if they are smaller chapters over time. 

I've also started posting this 온라인카지노게임 at AO3 as 카지노후기 deleted a couple of my stories and... I took that personally, lol.