Healing Draco Malfoy

Published: 3/26/2025

Harry was shaking badly by the time they left St. Mango's. Though everything seemed alright, Harry was still recovering from the shock and awe of it. Draco had come to the hospital to save him! And he seemed like his old self. Draco's smile didn't diminish when they left, though he was limping as he walked. Harry Apparated him back to Blaise and Neville's house and guided Draco to his room. Harry helped him sit on the bed, as Draco was sweating from the effort.

"That was... a lot of walking," Draco breathed.

"With only a cane!" Harry chided.

"It was too hard to get a walker through the floo."

"You took the Floo? Are you okay?" Harry asked, amazed. It was dangerous for someone not in complete control of his limbs.

"Yes, just sore."

Harry humphed and helped get his shoes off. He was about to lift Draco's shirt up when he realized that he hadn't asked.

"Umm... is this okay?" he whispered, nervously.

Draco smiled. "Yes... I think you're offering a massage, and I will never say no to that."

Harry laughed as he pulled his shirt off. His hands drifted to his belt and, after a nod, Harry slowly undid it. Harry tried to keep focus as he helped Draco get his trousers off. Draco now only had boxers on, as he slowly pulled himself onto the pillows.

Harry took his hand, which had to be aching as Draco had been bearing too much weight on his cane. Draco moaned in relief as Harry massaged it and then kissed the back of his hand. Draco seemed to melt as Harry worked out his muscles and planted kisses on them. Draco loved the attention. Harry worked out his legs and other arm, as he made his way to Draco's neck. He slowly turned him over to work his neck and back thoroughly.

Harry was really into his back massage when he suddenly broke the usual silence. "Thank you... for coming today. It meant a lot that you came... and I... really needed your support through that."

"You're welcome, Harry. I'm glad I was able to get there in time," Draco said, turning his head toward Harry to see him.

Harry pursed his lips and rubbed his back more. "Were you... planning on coming to the ethics meeting all along?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah... I anticipated that you would tell me. All part of the plan."

Harry sighed. "No more scheming, alright?"

"Phh, I can't agree to that. Scheming is how I work. Plus, it worked," Draco said, grinning.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's really all over then? Plan complete? We won?"

Draco shrugged. "Well, we won that plan, anyway."

"How many other plans do you have?" Harry asked, amused.

"I have several, of course."

"Really? What other schemes do you have?"

"Well, I can't tell you all of them... but I do need to repay Blaise and Neville for letting me stay here," Draco murmured.

Harry nodded, pressing Draco's misaligned back into place. "Can I help?"

"Maybe, but I don't want to... say anything until I know more, though," Draco said, cryptically.

"Are they getting married?" Harry asked. Blaise had mentioned wanting to marry Neville, but he hadn't heard anything else.

"Eventually. Blaise is wary of it because of his mum's habit of killing her husbands for money. Her last husband managed to kill her as he was dying of poison."

Harry blinked. "Damn. Blaise didn't say much about her."

"Yeah. He was fairly traumatized growing up."

"Aren't we all? So... what other plans are you concocting?" Harry pressed, not letting it go that easily. He made sure that Draco's shoulder blades were loose and free of stress.

Draco laughed but then quieted down. "I wrote my aunt... about visiting soon, now that our relationship seemed... okay."

"Aunt Andy?" Harry gasped.

"She still wants to see me."

"I'm not surprised. She's really nice, even though I've been a shitty godfather to Teddy. The little guy still loves to see me. I just haven't been there in a few months," he said, guiltily.

"I know. It frightens me that I have a family. I don't know what to say to her... to him."

"Well, Teddy is easy. He's seven and will love you no matter what. Aunt Andy has always said nice things about your mum. Just apologize that you two have never met and hope you can get to know her," Harry said, finishing up his back.

"Yeah... okay."

"I'll go over and talk to her first, if you want. Just to make sure it's okay and explain... us."

Draco nodded. "I'd appreciate that. If she needs... any proof of my sincerity, I will try to provide whatever she demands."

Harry hated how humble and broken Draco seemed, especially after he talked down the board like it was nothing. It was how Harry felt when standing up for Joel to the board. It was easier to defend someone else than himself. He slowly rolled Draco back over and checked his muscles, again, head to toe to ensure he was healed from his outing to St. Mungo's.

After he was done checking everything, Harry laid down next to Draco. He was on his side, his elbow propping up his head. Draco was on his back, staring up at the ceiling, but his eyes were almost closed. He looked content. Harry reached out with his free hand to touch Draco's chest. It had nothing to do with a massage, now. Draco smiled and turned his head to look at him.

Hesitantly, Draco brought his hand to caress Harry's face. Harry took slow, deep breaths, trying to keep his anxiety in check. Draco's fingers felt soft on his face. He kept very still as Draco touched his face. He cupped his hand around Harry's neck and guided his head down to his lips. They kissed for a long time, and when they broke apart, Draco hugged Harry to his bare chest. Harry let him, but wasn't sure where this was going.

"We aren't going to... do anything... are we?" he asked.

"Talk, hugs and kisses," Draco responded. "I don't think we are ready for anything else, yet."

"I am not."

"Me neither... but I think I like this... this closeness. If that's okay?" Draco said. "Just to touch you this much is enough."

Harry was practically sprawled on his chest. "It is. I'm not sure I could tolerate the reverse. I'm sorry."

"Never apologize for setting limits, Harry," Draco insisted.

"But I'm the one who needs to take it slow."

Draco turned Harry's head so they could see each other. "I need to take it slow, too, remember? You had to convince me to give you my hand to massage in the beginning and reassure me every step of the way. Not to mention when I was catatonic for three weeks."

Harry flinched from the memory. "Yeah... but... you seem to want to do more."

"I just want you... here. I want to feel you... see you... if this is all we can do... it's all we can do. Just having this is fine. We don't need to do anything else."

Harry smiled, appreciating Draco's efforts to reassure him. "This is nice, but maybe, I want a little more," Harry said, and brought his free hand up to cup Draco's face as he leaned in for a kiss.

He loved kissing Draco. Draco turned on his side and came in closer, deepening the kiss. "I love you, Harry," he breathed.

Harry cried and whispered, "I love you, too, Draco. I'm just sorry we can't be closer than this."

"No... no. Don't be sorry. I... I don't know what I can handle either. I'm sorry I made it seem like I was... fine. I'm not. I still have healing to do, too" Draco admitted. "I'm broken... in a lot of ways."

"Me, too," Harry murmured. "I-I thought about what you said... about... helping me."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise, but he stayed quiet, letting Harry work it out. His blazing grey eyes watched him carefully.

"I'm not ready for that... to see that, again," he confessed. "But... I could see... one day... letting you in."

Harry lifted his eyes so they met Draco's. He smiled, feeling hopeful. "One day... is good enough, Harry."

Harry came in closer and wrapped his arms around Draco, bringing his head to his chest. They held each other for a long time. Harry never felt so at ease.

"By the way, I'm sorry I didn't... congratulate you on getting a job. I was just... so focused on my own insecurities that I didn't consider how important it would be for you. I am so proud of you," Harry said, guiltily.

Draco's eyes watered. "Thank you, Harry. It's all because of you... and your kindness. I want to help people... like you helped me."

"That's amazing, Draco. It was a significant step in your life. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that sooner, and I'm sorry that you felt you had to hide it from me."

Draco nodded. "You have your fears, and I have mine. I was expecting you to respond like that, and I was too afraid to tell you the truth."

"I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me," Harry said, tears forming.

"I don't want that either. I couldn't tell you the plan at first, and then... I just didn't want you to be on edge around me. Plus, I didn't really know where it was going. We only just started working with other people. Carla and I have been working together since I left the hospital, nearly every day. She recently convinced me to try training with another mind healer," Draco explained.

"That sounds amazing, Draco. I... want to hear about it... if you want to talk about it. I want us to talk more about... that and our fears."

Draco nodded and explained how Carla had taught him to trust his abilities and let her in. Draco almost sounded excited as he talked about learning how to soothe Carla's triggers and mitigate the anxiety she had about it. Draco talked for over an hour about his experiences. Harry listened intently and smiled. He was so happy for Draco. He had found something that he was passionate about.

"So... Carla wants me to get certified by the International Healers Conclave. She said that it might appear biased toward me if she certified me. The Germans shouldn't have any prejudice, and it will be a good test for me," Draco explained.

"That's wonderful, Draco. Can I accompany you?"

Draco trembled, giddy. "Would you? Since Blaise is at school... I was thinking about asking Theo if you didn't want...."

"I want to," Harry said, excitedly.

"Thank you, it's on a Monday. We could go for the weekend? Unless you think that's too much?" Draco said, uncertainly.

"It's not. We can go sightseeing."

Draco clasped his hand." I'd love that."

Harry kissed him. "Our first vacation together?"

"Unless you count your time off as a vacation," Draco murmured.

"I don't. We were... dating."

"We were," Draco agreed.

Harry snorted. "I need to feed you."

Draco arched an eyebrow but refrained from commenting. Harry blushed at his unintended innuendo.

"Come on, dinner time," Harry muttered and climbed out of bed.

He cooked him up some breakfast for dinner, and they ate in companionable silence.

"I haven't seen Blaise or Neville lately," Harry mentioned.

"They knew you've been here," Draco replied. "I write Blaise, too, so he knows I'm okay."

"Oh? That's good. I was wondering since Blaise is very... protective of you."

"Blaise wants to make sure we have enough alone time," Draco chuckled.

Harry looked at him, smiling. "You Slytherins and your plans."

"Well, our plans tend to work," Draco drawled. "I think you succeed by accident."

"Hey! Besides, I told you to include me in your scheming from now on!"

Draco smirked. "I can't promise that. I mean... there are Christmas and birthday presents to get. Not to mention an anniversary to plan...."

Harry's eyes watered at the idea of sharing special days with someone... a partner.

"By the way... what's our anniversary?" Draco asked, wondering.

"Not my birthday," Harry muttered.

"Hmmm.... maybe... the day we kissed?"

"You know what day that was?" Harry asked, and Draco shook his head.

"How about... today? The day we're free of all hindrances? We don't have to play games anymore. We're together," Draco suggested.

"I don't mind declaring today it... but we've been together a lot longer than that. Since the day you opened your arms and asked me to get in your bed. I can't tell you how much that moment meant to me," Harry admitted.

"I know how much it meant for me," Draco said.

Harry's eyes watered, again. He took Draco's hand and leaned in for a hug. "I-I can figure out the day... from my notes... if... if you want...."

"If that memory isn't too... traumatizing."

"It isn't. It was... but having you there... holding me... listening... was everything."

"You always have me, Pottah. You get to have me every day, now. To hold you when you're down or just to remember that we aren't alone anymore."

Harry met his eyes and kissed him. "We aren't alone anymore," he repeated.

I almost left no A/N, but I'm back I think. Tucked into my new temp home.