Healing Draco Malfoy

Published: 6/21/2025

Draco woke up in Harry's arms. Yesterday was a long day for them. The Transfiguration wasn't painful, but Draco was definitely a bit sore from using strange new muscles. He actually wondered about becoming an Animagus and if he'd be a ferret. But that moment was going to be a long time from now. He still needed to master Apparation and simple Transfiguration spells. His tutoring had slipped since Blaise and Neville went to school.

"Draco? You awake?" Harry whispered, his arms tightening around Draco.

"Yeah?"

"Hmmm... you okay?"

"Yeah... need to stretch. Use the loo."

"Kay," Harry said, releasing him.

Draco kissed him and heaved himself out of bed. After he relieved himself, he returned to their bed, but Harry was sitting up. Harry gestured to the bed, and Draco eagerly got back in. Harry massaged him thoroughly, checking that every muscle was loose and healed up. He stretched and worked every part of Draco's body while he did it.

"Thank you... oooh, thank you, Harry," he moaned, as Harry worked his neck and shoulders.

When Harry was done, he kissed Draco. "There... I should have done it last night."

"I wasn't that sore."

"Running around as a ferret didn't make you sore?" Harry scoffed.

"It's always worse the next day," Draco chuckled.

"You were great doing that for the kids. Were you scared?"

"A little. They are kids. Hugo squeezed me a little hard, but I didn't bruise or anything. I actually could move easier, Transfigured."

"I can't believe you got Ron to do it. I woulda asked Hermione," Harry snorted.

"Aye... she would have probably been better at it... but Ron and I agreed that she would have said no to it."

"You conspired with Ron against his wife?" Harry laughed.

"Yep. He said it was worth it. Rose and Hugo were so happy."

"It was a nice... gift. Oh... speaking of gifts... I got yours... but it's for later, after lunch. Did you want to give yours before or after?"

"Before is fine, but breakfast first. My tummy is grumbling after all that food yesterday," Draco said, feeling his stomach.

"I will gladly make you some num-nums. Care to join me?" Harry said, playfully.

"I will if I can walk after that earth-shattering massage."

Harry laughed and helped him get out of bed. He held his hand as he pulled him out to the kitchen. Draco sat at the island and watched Harry get the breakfast stuff out. He couldn't help but notice how much more comfortable Harry was getting touching him. There was less... hesitancy... fear. He hoped it would keep improving. He didn't want Harry to be afraid anymore.

"I'll make some for Blaise and Neville, too. They'll be down eventually."

"That's probably a good idea."

Harry had some bangers sizzling while he chopped up mushrooms, peppers and onions to fry. He mixed the eggs up and got a fry pan out. When it was warm, Harry dropped a pad of butter in it and then some eggs. He folded some of the fixings in and made a pouch. He placed the egg concoction on some buttered toast and plated it with some bangers. He put a fork on the plate and presented it to Draco.

Draco decided to wait, and Harry placed a Status Charm on it. Harry was quick. He made three more egg sandwiches and put the food-saver charm on Blaise and Neville's plates. He sat beside him, and Draco happily ate with him. Merlin, Harry could cook. Since the disastrous spaghetti night, Draco had been too afraid to try again. But teaching was something that Harry enjoyed doing. Maybe he should ask him to teach him a few things. Harry did love to talk about cooking with Blaise.

Draco finished his sandwich and bangers. He even stole another one off Harry's plate, who fake batted his fingers away.

"I can make more if you want," Harry chuckled.

"Nah... I just wanted to steal one. You can take one of Blaise's."

"One of my whats?" Blaise said, coming down the stairs.

"Some sausages. Draco stole one of mine," Harry tattled.

Blaise came around the counter and started the coffee pot. Then he looked at the sandwich. "Awe, thanks. Looks delicious."

"No problem. They're under a charm, so if you want to wait until Neville gets up...."

"Thanks. He jumped into the shower. I'll wait for him," Blaise said, getting coffee cups out.

"How was..." Draco broke off.

"Night or morning?" Blaise muttered. "Sad in the morning. Night was better. His Gran was great. Some muttering about Neville and me being together... but after a certain hex to an uncle that will not be named... no one else seemed to want to say shit."

"Hexing the in-laws? That's bold of you," Draco said, smiling.

"It would be, wouldn't it? But..." Blaise paused, and a proud, happy smile spread across his face. "Neville was the one who hexed him."

Harry and Draco both smiled back. Blaise was obviously impressed by his boyfriend. Neville had not been known to fight back. Draco faintly recalled being punched by him at a quidditch match once... and there was that whole Dumbledore's Army bit seventh year. Neville was traditionally a pacifist until push comes to shove. And apparently, his uncle shoved him.

"That's... great?" Harry said, awkwardly. "Draco turned into a ferret, again."

Blaise tilted his head. "Oh, really? And what were you doing as a ferret, Draco?"

Draco blushed. "It was for the children, Blaise. Their parents decided to regale them with tales of 'Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret'."

Blaise laughed. "That was f'n hilarious. Draco was all like... Potter this... Potter that... and Moody just went pop! No more obnoxious, mouthy Draco."

"Hey!" Draco objected. "I was not...."

"What?" Blaise said, daring Draco to challenge him. "What weren't you, Draco? Love-sick? Desperate to get Potter's attention?"

"Shut up!" Draco snapped, red-faced. "Ass."

"Potter's A...."

"Blaise!" Draco said, mortified.

"Isn't it too early to taunt Draco," Harry said, taking Draco's hand in support but still laughing at his expense.

"It's never too early," Blaise shot back. "So, other than Draco's descension in the animal kingdom, everything went okay at the Weasleys?"

"Yes..." Harry said, looking at Draco, who nodded in agreement. "I think it went very well. The kids had a great time. It was nice to see everyone again after so long. Charlie only visits once a year. Bill and Fleur maybe a couple of times a year."

"It's nice to have a big Christmas, though. Even Neville's relatives... most of them, anyway, were welcoming. It was... weird to have... people to spend the holiday with," Blaise said, and looked up as Neville came down still drying his hair with a towel.

"Morning! Oh, breakfast, thank you!" Neville said, as Harry handed him a plate.

Blaise and Neville happily finished their breakfast. Afterward, they exchanged presents with each other around the tree. Nothing too extravagant, but whatever Blaise got Harry, Harry blushed and shut the lid quickly. He was read and offered a forced thank you. Draco wasn't going to ask what Blaise got him, but if he had to guess, it had to do about sex. Draco left it at that time, and they thanked each other for their gifts.

"Well...thanks again, but I want to give Harry his present... so we'll see you both later," Draco said.

"Thanks for the presents. Neville and I are going out tonight for dinner, so we probably won't see you until tomorrow."

"Okay, have a good date," Draco said and led Harry to his room.

"Alright... let's get some comfortable clothes on. Can you cast a Warming Charm?"

"Yeah? You cold?" Harry asked, worried.

"Not yet... we have to go outside. While it isn't below freezing, it's still cold."

"Okay, no problem," Harry said, watching him get dressed until he snapped out of it and also changed.

Draco wasn't sure when Harry's clothes started to fill the wardrobe, but half of the clothes were his now. He liked that fact. Harry hid Blaise's present in his sock drawer, while Draco wasn't supposed to be looking. Draco put on warm, flannel-lined trousers, his new grey Weasley sweater he got yesterday, and a fleece cap. Harry also put on his green Weasley sweater and jeans. He didn't have a hat, so Draco handed him an extra black one he had.

Draco led Harry to the front door, ignoring his cane, which he probably should have taken. Instead, he took Harry's hand and walked outside. Harry swiftly applied the Warming Charm, though it was still cold.

"It's not far," Draco said, giving Harry a smile.

Harry looked curious but refrained from asking. He walked with him, maintaining a steady grip and took in the sights. The duck pond was frozen, but not all the way through. Draco kept walking down the path. He had only done it a few times with Blaise, but he knew he could handle the walk. Harry had not gone out this far, though. He was curious, but Draco would give him no hints.

After they passed the duck pond, they had to walk up a hill with a gentle incline. Draco was a little out of breath but managed it. Harry was looking at him as they crested the hill. Draco stopped and met Harry's eyes. Then he nodded to the cottage at the end of the freshly-made path. Harry blinked as he examined it. Draco wasn't sure how he'd react to it, but he pulled Harry forward and to the front door.

He opened the door and led him inside the large, and thankfully warm, cottage. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a den, a kitchen and a loft. There was a large fireplace, which had a fire in it. Blaise must have popped over to get it ready. The kitchen and bathroom were as modern as can be. The furniture was mostly wooden, but there was a large swishy couch in front of the fireplace. A muggle telly was above it.

The main bedroom had a large king-size bed, and the other had a pulldown bed that stood upright when not in use. There was an office area and a few workout machines already placed there. No doubt part of Blaise's present to Draco. The kitchen had every appliance that Blaise had, not that Draco knew what they were, and the bathroom had some kind of rainfall shower, which Draco had yet to try. It was certainly large enough for two people, not that Harry was ready for that.

The small, open loft above the den had two twin beds and an owl roast. Draco wasn't sure if babysitting would ever happen, so he commissioned it. The magical build team was very quick to get the project finished by Christmas.

"I... I d-didn't want to move into one of my parents' properties, not yet, anyway. You didn't seem that... happy... with Grimmauld. I thought... when Blaise and Neville are home for winter or summer breaks... we could... come here. Or... live here. I thought... I mean... maybe it's too fast... but I just wanted... our own space. Maybe I should've asked. I'm sorry if..." Draco rambled, but Harry silenced him with a kiss.

"Stop rambling. I love it... love it, Draco. You built us a house?"

"Cottage, really. I figure... we don't need much room right now, anyway. Blaise and Neville don't need us underfoot whenever they come home. We don't have to stay here all the time. I just thought...."

"Hey... it's wonderful... beautiful. Thank you..." Harry said, his eyes filled with tears.

Draco showed him the cottage and all its wonderful contents. Harry tried out the bed and deemed it satisfactory. He tested out the kitchen and made some mini-pizzas in a "pizza-oven" for lunch (whatever that was). Blaise had tied the food options to the main house, so they never had to worry about restocking the fridge and pantry. After lunch, they enjoyed breaking in the couch and enjoying each other's company for a bit.

"Well... is your food settled, my love?" Harry said, kissing him.

"Settled? Yeah...."

"Come on. I want to give you my Christmas gift," he said and helped Draco to his feet. "We did need these extra layers of clothes for my gift, too, ironically. Come on."

Harry guided him to the door, and when they were outside, Harry Apparated him away. Where they landed, Draco wasn't sure. They were outside, high in the air, on a wooden structure. He could smell grass and see the sky, but it was weird though. Immediately, he knew that they weren't exactly outside. There was a translucent dome shielding the wind and elements. It wasn't as cold as being out in the open, but it was still chilly.

It finally made sense when his eyes landed on the goalposts. He looked around and saw rows and rows of stands. He was shaking. It wasn't the Hogwarts pitch... but it was a pitch.

"Harry..." he whispered, his heart thumping loud and strong.

It was his dream... his safe place... come to life. Tears were already in his eyes as Harry Summoned two broomsticks from... somewhere.

"I... I asked Gin for a favor," he said, almost whispering as he presented Draco with a sleek, black Firebolt ZX, the newest model, according to the Holyhead Harpies magazines Draco read in the hospital. "It's really safe. Wards to prevent the rider from falling off, Stabilization and Motion-Orientation Charms and the patented Instantaneous Braking Charm. You'll be safe... but you can ride with me on mine if you want."

Draco was still staring at him, ready to start sobbing. Harry finally hugged him, and he broke down at the thought... at the idea of really doing this.

"Thank you! I-I... really want... I want to do this."

"Okay... I know. We have all night. The Harpies are still on holiday break from training. Shh...."

It took Draco several minutes to gain his composure, but he met Harry's eyes and accepted the beautiful Firebolt. It hummed in his hands like only a broomstick could. He was having trouble breathing and looked to Harry for support.

"You got this, Draco. You're free now. This is your life, and no one is going to hurt you again... over my dead body anyway," Harry said. "They didn't win, Draco. They didn't destroy you... they didn't break you completely. They're going to spend the rest of their lives in that hellhole... but you... you're going to spend your life free... in the open... with me by your side," Harry said, shaking, too.

Draco let out another sob and hugged him tightly. It took a little bit of motivation and hand-holding, but Draco got on the broomstick. It wasn't like his dream state. He was shaking... badly. Almost afraid of it, but Harry was right next to him. He linked the brooms together with a magical band so they could fly side-by-side. Draco was still nervous. He never was before, but it had been nearly a decade since he was last on a broom.

"It's just like riding a bicyc-a broom, Draco," Harry finished with a laugh. "It will come back. You just have to give it a second, okay?"

Draco nodded. Harry kicked off, and they hovered in the air. Draco was holding his breath.

"Breathe... I'm going to take it slow, okay? And there are professional-grade Cushioning Charms all over the pitch, okay? You're safe..." Harry reassured him.

Draco felt like a chicken after flying so much in his dreams and playing for his house team for years, and now he was as nervous and afraid as a child. He nodded. Harry slowly took off. He guided them around the pitch a few times, even drifting down to the grass and around the poles. Slowly, Draco's breathing and spatial orientation evened out. He told Harry to go faster, and his boyfriend obliged, steadily increasing speed as they lapped the arena.

"Faster!" Draco cheered, and Harry finally let the broomstick loose, increasing its speed while he looped the goalposts. He dipped down to the grass and went up to the dome ceiling.

Eventually, Harry landed in the middle of the pitch and looked at Draco. "Are you ready?"

Draco swallowed. He was still shaking, but this time, it was not out of nervousness... it was anticipation.

"Catch me if you can, Malfoy!" Harry taunted, breaking the tether between them and kicking off. He darted away, not really going that fast.

Draco steeled himself, ready to cast off everything that Connors and those other bastards did to him. He was free. They didn't fucking win. He pushed off the ground and soared into the air on his own momentum. He was directing the broomstick... his life... now. No one was controlling him, leading him on. His eyes darted around and found his target. Catch him, Harry had said. Draco raced after him.

Harry took it easy on him and Draco caught up, but then it became a race. They were neck and neck as they soared up and down and around the pitch. Free. Draco could barely keep the tears out of his eyes. He had missed this feeling so much. His memory didn't do this moment justice. The chase, the smell of the outdoors, the sky above him, and most of all, Harry. They did nothing but race and fly. It felt like hours of weightlessness... drive. His worries were gone. It was just Harry and him.

Eventually, Harry landed in the middle of the pitch, breathless. "How are you doing? My muscles aren't happy with all that balancing and turning. I bet you're getting sore."

Draco hadn't even noticed, but his legs were very wobbly as he got off the broom. Everything seemed to be aching, but it was fucking worth it. He smiled and considered saying no and keep going. He looked longingly up at the pitch.

"Oh... we can come back. We just gotta make sure they aren't practicing. Gin said we could come every weekend if we wanted."

"E-Every weekend?" Draco dared to hope.

Harry smiled. "Or more. We can come back, Draco. She's even keeping these broomsticks here for us. She gifted them as a Christmas present."

Draco hugged him. "T-Thank you... and her. It... It was amazing. I don't want to leave."

Harry pulled Draco's head up and cupped his face with his hands. "This is just for fun, Draco. You left this place a long time ago. You have a life... a family... a real partner now."

Draco leaned forward and kissed him for a long time. It was more than just a dream... it was a life now. Harry was more than his dream Harry. He was so much more.

"Let's try out our new bed and massage out those aches," Harry said.

"Oh... sweet Merlin, thank you," Draco exclaimed, ready to ask Harry to carry him back home.

Harry laughed but then bit his lip. "Maybe... maybe you could try... massaging m-mine out, too."

Hope and longing flooded Draco. Was Harry really asking him to... touch him? More than just a hug. "I-I'd love to... we'll take it slow... very... very slow, Harry."

"I trust you, Draco. I won't let him decide my future. I want to hold you... be with you... and I want you to... have me... one day."

"Harry... you don't have to... I don't mind being..." Draco started.

Harry cut him off. "I said one day, Draco. We have a lot to figure out... some healing still to do. But one day... I want that."

Draco's eyes filled with tears. "We can do anything, Harry. We are free."

"That we are, my love. Merry Christmas," Harry said, kissing him, again.

Aww... they're so f'n cute!  Gosh been wanting to write this scene for like five f'n years! Going on Vacation so probably won't update unless I continue my super-crazy-writing-spree tonight and tomorrow.