Healing Draco Malfoy

Published: 7/24/25

Draco woke up in Harry's arms like normal. He honestly didn't remember the last time they had slept apart. The cabin seemed to be a good idea. Blaise and Neville didn't have to tiptoe around them, or trade taunts with them back and forth, and they didn't have to whisper when each other was sleeping. Draco did want to spend time with Blaise, but late nights and early mornings were for him and Harry alone. After breakfast, they tended to go up to the main house.

"Good morning, love," Harry whispered, sounding sleepily.

Draco smiled and turned in Harry's arms to be face-to-face. "Good morning, honey."

"Honey?"

"You made me watch those muggle movies. 'Honey' is an acceptable term of endearment," Draco shot back. Movie-watching had become part of their routine over the last few months.

Harry chuckled and brought his hand up to touch Draco's face. He leaned in to kiss Draco, holding him close until they both were out of breath. Draco watched Harry's every facial tick, to make sure that he was alright. They had been trying to experiment with what Harry could handle. So far, Harry had been doing it okay. He was cautious, but he hadn't flinched away from him. Draco wasn't sure he could handle seeing Harry do that.

When they had come home from flying after Boxing Day, Draco had suggested that he try massaging Harry with his clothes on and so it wasn't as stressful and did it on the couch, rather than the bed. Harry initially experienced some discomfort, but maintaining eye contact was crucial. He needed to see that it was Draco. Touch sensitivity was hard to overcome, but taking small steps was important. Joel had explained that to both of them. Draco was careful and first worked Harry's hands out like Harry had so often done for him.

Then Draco worked his feet while Harry massaged Draco's. Harry actually enjoyed that. His mind was focused on something other than Draco touching him. They worked up each other's legs to the knees. Harry showed him some ways to massage out the quads, and talking helped. Harry was doing good, though, and Draco switched to Harry's arms. Harry watched his every move, a little tense, but they managed to get to Harry's shoulders. Harry tried turning around for his neck and back. He wasn't as comfortable with that, though, and they stopped.

Draco praised Harry for his progress and didn't push him any harder to ignore his limits. As neither of them was working while Blaise and Neville were off from school, they had been pushing their boundaries and enjoying their alone time. Draco was basking in the attention Harry was giving him. This morning was no different. Harry was rubbing his legs, massaging out the aches and morning pain. Harry moved up to his arms, shoulders and back. Draco rolled over to let Harry work, especially as they had flown, again, yesterday.

After his massage, they got up and Harry made breakfast for them. Draco enjoyed having their own space. Usually, Blaise would be interrupting by now, but they have all the time they could want without their chaperones.

"Thanks for breakfast," Draco said, kissing Harry.

"It's the domestic life for me," Harry joked, taking the plates to the sink. "How long should we give Blaise and Neville?"

"Bit longer. 'Course he might be setting up for the party... yeah... let's go. We... or rather you can probably help him," Draco said, as the big New Year's Eve party was tonight after dinner.

"Sounds good," Harry said.

They got dressed and Harry Apparated them to the front door. "Thanks."

"Maybe you should try to get your license in the New Year?"

Draco snorted. "Once I can remember how to do Switching Spells again, I may consider it."

Harry laughed as he opened the front door. "We're here!" he called.

"I think you can stop announcing we're here every time we come over. Blaise and Neville don't walk around naked."

"Shows you what you know. You moved out, so it's frivolity city here," Blaise said, coming out to the door.

Harry gave a look that he wasn't sure what Blaise meant. Draco just laughed. "Yeah, right. We just wanted to help."

"Well, the prep work is mostly done, actually. I got bottles of non-alcoholic wine and butterbeer, but there's real stuff... if that's okay to be out," Blaise said, looking at Harry for the answer.

He held up his hands. "It's completely fine, I promise. Besides... my reason for drinking is gone." Harry looked at him, and Draco blushed.

"Alright, Romeo. You guys relax. It's just a late party with snacks, crappy music and games. No sit-down meal, but thanks offering to help," Blaise said. "Go out... decide what you want to happen for the New Year... get it all out before the New Year! Have a passionate, soul-wrenching conversation about your hopes and dreams."

Harry rolled his eyes, and Draco muttered, "Yeah... we'll get right on that. Come on... back to our house."

Harry gladly took him back to the cabin, and Draco took a few steps inside. He realized that there was something he had been putting off. 

Harry looked at him. "Draco?"

"I... umm... not to take Blaise's advice..." he started.

"You want to have a soul-wrenching conversation about your hopes and dreams?" Harry deadpanned.

"Yes... no... the soul-wrenching part... probably... I... umm... I want to start off the new year... well... leaving the past behind us... well... my past," Draco rambled.

"I see. What does that... entail?" Harry asked.

"I think I should... go see them... my parents."

Harry straightened up and was wary. "Draco, he... your father... he was cruel."

Draco nodded. "I remember what you said, about getting rid of him."

"With a sledgehammer...."

He laughed. "I still I want to confront him. Let him go... see my mum. I can decide what I want to do."

"I can bring the sledgehammer... unless you want to go alone?"

"No... I'll need you there. If only to rub it into my father... I mean... if you're okay with that."

"Absolutely! Can't wait to see his head explode."

Draco laughed and they pulled their coats on. Harry took his hand again, and they Apparated just outside the wards of the manor. It was a bit brisk, so Harry conjured a large warm air bubble around as he escorted Draco into the manor. Draco was holding back the memories, again. He would have to face this place again another time and decide what he wanted to do with it. There were so many rooms here. Maybe a retirement home or an orphanage... distant plans. He sure as hell wasn't going to live in the house again. Cleaned and refurbished, it was a grand manor.

Harry knew where they were and silently guided him there. He indeed conjured a sledgehammer and turned to give Draco a smirk as he took hold of it with two hands, ready to smash. He put his finger to his lips to be quiet. Draco gave him a look, but then Harry jumped into view of his parents' portraits.

He yelled, unnecessarily dramatically, while bringing the sledgehammer up, "Lucius! It's time to die!"

Draco laughed as his father shrieked and tried to run out of the painting, but Harry must have locked him into it. Kinda impressive, he thought. Lucius was still scrambling to get away and hide, when Draco looked at him and then his mother, who went from horrified to shocked to sad when she caught sight of him. He wasn't able to bring himself to confront Lucius or see her when he came here five months ago. He had put this off for so long, unable to face them until now, when he was relatively whole.

He just stared at her, longingly, trying to come to terms with what he had buried. He had almost forgotten what she looked like. He had read his mother's letter several times, but it didn't hurt any less as time passed. Her words cut deep... apologizing for letting him be hurt, branded, and corrupted. She took on all the blame... she was supposed to protect him. She thought he was gone and had nothing worth living for. He didn't blame her. He had had similar thoughts when he had finally come home.

Harry was talking... or taunting Lucius. Draco wasn't paying attention, though.

"Draco..." his mother whispered.

Harry Silenced Lucius and turned to her. He took Draco's hand, who couldn't seem to form words, yet. Harry whispered, "Oh... I'm sorry... I should have thought that through."

Draco snickered. "You think? No more horror movies for you."

"Scary Movie isn't a horror movie."

Draco rolled his eyes and noticed Narcissa looking at them.

Harry stepped toward her. "Sorry if I scared you, but Draco's doing great. He's walking unassisted... flying even. He's got a job... and he just bought a cabin for us."

His mother looked back at him and then at their joined hands. She smiled. "Draco, my love... are you happy?"

Draco squeezed Harry's hand. "Yes... we're happy. I love him. He saved me, mother... in every way."

"Then thank you, Harry, if I may call you that."

"You may... you're probably going to be my mother-in-law one day."

Draco's heart swelled at the idea. Their 'happily ever after' as the cartoon movies Harry watched said. He steeled himself. "Mother... I'm sorry I couldn't... I couldn't bear seeing you... or handle him when last I came here. I was... overwhelmed with everything. I... I read your note."

She gasped and buried her face in her hands. "Draco... I didn't think... I didn't believe you'd come back. He was certain... and there was no one for me. I'm sorry I gave up on you," she cried.

Draco couldn't look at her anymore. "I had lost all hope too... but Harry... he's amazing, mother. He brought me back... out of my head... healed me."

"I'm so glad, so happy for you... both of you."

"Thanks, mum. So... it brings me to him, mother," Draco said, jerking his head in the direction of his father. "What do you want... do you want his company? Do you want someone to spend the afterlife with you? I'll keep him, if you wish."

Draco hadn't looked at his father. He didn't want to give him that satisfaction, at least until his mother decided.

"I...I don't want him, but I don't wish to stay here... alone. Can I... can I come with you?" she pleaded.

Draco nodded. He knew that portraits eventually get used to being a portrait. Many in the manor hardly moved anymore, and his mother, being married into the family, wasn't close to any of them. "I'm staying with Blaise right now. I think he'll be alright with it, or perhaps Aunt Andy will have you. She's a bit lonely, too. We've been seeing each other."

His mother smiled. "That would be wonderful."

Draco nodded and looked at Harry before, finally turning to address his father, who looked both afraid and disgusted. His eyes darted back and forth between him and Harry. He was shaking.

Harry came in closer. "You don't have to talk to him. We could leave him here... deal with him another time."

"No... I'm not afraid of him anymore," Draco whispered and glared at him. "You stole so much from me, father. My childhood... my innocence... my morality... but you didn't break me... and those bastards in Azkaban didn't break me. I refused to become what you wanted me to be. Refused to be you. I'll give you one last chance to show remorse... plead for mercy, before I dispatch your memory from this earth."

Harry gave him a look and he nodded. He removed the Silencing Charm.

"Draco... you wouldn't dare! I'm your father! Patricide is a sin against all laws of man and god!"

"You're not my father. You're a portrait. You have nothing to better this world by staying in it, corrupting anyone who comes in contact with you."

Lucius's eyes flashed. "And you're so much more holier than I! I see Potter's holding your hand. He's a half-blood! Not only a poof, but a blood traitor, too! I should have let Greyback have you! You fag!"

Harry Silenced him and was shaking. "Don't listen to him, Draco."

"I'm not," Draco said, shaking his head. "I wasn't expecting anything else. Portraits can't really change, ya know. It's my father... the crazed, racist, homophobe that he was."

"And an evil bastard."

Draco nodded. "Indeed. The magics of this house create a portrait of the lord and lady Malfoy automatically when they pass. But the head of the house can get rid of any of them that they wish. I am the master of this house, now, Lucius... and I'll not have you corrupting anyone else with your pureblood mania. You're dead. Your Dark Lord is dead. Your perverted vision of a pureblood society is dead. I'll not suffer your presence any longer. Any last words?"

Harry released the spell, and his father was panicking. "Draco... I know where all the hidden accounts are!"

"I have more money than you ever had. I won the largest lawsuit that the Ministry has ever awarded. Theo is very good at shuffling through the accounts to find everything."

"I know the hi온라인카지노게임 of our family!"

"I'm sure grandfather Abraxas knows it too."

"I helped the Dark Lord learn his magic! I know more secrets than you could ever learn!"

"I can barely Summon objects at this point, thanks to your Dark Lord."

Harry snorted. "I call BS on that too. Tom wouldn't let anyone 'help' him, and he's twenty years older than you, Lucius. You need to let go of your allusions of grandeur."

Lucius hissed. "I forbid you, Draco! I am your father, and you will obey me! You will do as I say and cease this... threatening behavior. You cannot...."

"I can," Draco said, but lowered his eyes. It was bringing up all sorts of memories. The times Lucius hurt him...and when he violated him was coming back. He had buried it deep.

"Draco?" Harry called, concerned.

"I'm okay... something for Carla to help me work though next week. I put it behind a wall."

Harry looked at him, uncertain. He understood what he was saying, but still looked incredulous.

Draco smirked. "Working with a competent mind healer nearly every weekday for six months was bound to help me get better, Harry."

"Right," Harry whispered.

Draco was interested in talking about it more, but they were in the middle of dealing with his parents. He looked back to Lucius, who looked to be shouting, but Harry must have Silenced him, again.

"You aren't my father... I'm not sure if you ever were. We might be blood... but we aren't family. Harry is my family now, and the Weasleys, Aunt Andy and Teddy Lupin. You aren't, you bastard. You'll not hurt me, mum or anyone else ever again. I gave you a chance. You could have begged... shown remorse... but this portrait is the representation of the real you... and the real you only cared about blood and legacy. I'm gay, father, and I never believed in your cause. You hated me, and I hate you, too."

Lucius was waving his arms and holding his hands up, pleading to be spared.

Draco steadied himself. His father was already dead. This was just an echo. He looked back to his mother, who wiped her eyes.

"I support you, Draco. He doesn't need to stain your life anymore. He was a monster. He... he was the reason I couldn't bear more children."

Draco's eyes narrowed, and he took deep breaths. He knew his father hadn't just hurt him. He just didn't know how much until then. His mother had imbued the walls with Silencing Charms, when he was young. She hid the abuse as well as she could. She had nowhere else to go that Lucius wouldn't track her down with his money.

"Harry... it's... Incendio, right?"

He nodded. "Draco... if you don't want to do this... I brought the sledgehammer."

Draco smirked. "No, I'm really not interested in using muggle destruction techniques. I... I want to say goodbye... I want to do this. It's New Year's Eve... I want our future to be without him in it, even like this."

"Okay, I'm right here," Harry said and squeezed his hand.

Draco gave his father's portrait one last look. "Goodbye, father. I sincerely hope you're burning in hell."

Lucius tried and failed to escape the frame as Draco pointed his wand at the frame. He took a deep breath and whispered the word. The wandpoint sparked, and slowly the flames spread up until Lucius burned to ash and the canvas was gone. Draco still cried. He had always wanted his father's acceptance, but he would have never gotten it. Harry hugged him and let Draco cry it out. It took a few minutes to cry it out, but he pulled apart.

"Thanks... I... I know it wasn't really him... but I always... I just wanted...."

"Love?" Harry provided.

Draco let out a sob. "Y-Yeah."

"I know. I really know that. It wasn't until I got Ron and Hermione that I understood what family was. That was just an echo of a man who couldn't see how amazing and kind his son is. I'm proud of you, Draco. I know standing up to him was hard."

Draco nodded. "Yeah... we should get back. I don't want to stay here anymore. It's pulling up bad memories."

Harry nodded and let go, so Draco could get his mother's portrait off the wall. Luckily, there were no Permanent Sticking Charms on it, so it slipped off the wall. Draco carefully carried it, as his mother was getting jostled in the frame.

"Sorry, mum," he murmured.

"It's fine, angel. I'm much more happier to be leaving this place with you," she said, as she tried to grip a chair for balance.

Draco smiled and met Harry's eyes as they walked out to the ward lines. Harry kept them warm until he Apparated them home.

Remember in the fifth movie where Filch took the portraits off the wall and turned them sideways and the portrait people fell out of the frames? I thought that was hilarious. Just imagining Narcissa holding on to dear life as Draco took her home.

I debated how to handle Lucius. I'm not generally a fan of killing people, but just like a photo or a video of someone who did bad things to you, you get rid of it. You don't keep the reminder around to look at. I also was kinda equating it to keeping Nazi memorabilia. I don't believe in erasing hi온라인카지노게임, but I don't think we should memorialize war criminals. I even think that mass shooters or terrorists shouldn't be given notoriety.

I don't know if anyone read the Eragon series... but when some of the dragons and their riders betrayed the other Dragon Riders, the dragons stripped the bad dragons of their names. No one could name them or remember their name. The dragons couldn't even say "I". I just thought how just of a punishment it was. Stripping everything that was their identity away from them and banishing them from hi온라인카지노게임. Lucius and Voldemort don't deserve to be remembered. Their reasons, ideas or contributions forgotten.

I suppose I could have redeemed him, but come on. "Lucius's A+ parenting" is a tag on AO3 for a reason. Like the only redeemation he ever had in the books was when he went desperately searching for Draco at the end of the battle. 

Today's 온라인카지노게임 recommendation:

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It's the 온라인카지노게임 where I kinda of got the idea for the plot of this 온라인카지노게임. I liked the idea of Harry healing Draco after years of pain. Anyway, years after the war, Harry gets a new patient in his massage clinic, a limping and hurt Draco Malfoy, who's reluctant to accept help. Incomplete.

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