Healing Draco Malfoy

Published: July 31st, 2025

Happy Birthday, Harry Potter!

Draco wasn't sure if Blaise and Neville would be okay with bringing in his mother's portrait into his house, and their cabin was a bit too small and personal for a portrait. Unfortunately, there were no others in the main house that Draco knew of. So, when they Apparated to the entrance, he came in and brought her to Blaise and Neville.

"Hey... I... didn't want to leave her there alone. Is this okay?" he said, holding her frame steady.

Blaise stepped forward and smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Oh, posh, Blaise, please call me Narcissa. You were always so polite. But you could have warned me that Draco had fallen in love with Harry Potter!" she said, with a laugh.

"Sorry... Narcissa... I guard Draco's secrets. I welcome you into our home, but I apologize that there aren't any other portraits here. I also wouldn't recommend being placed in anyone's bedroom. Maybe the foyer or the dining room?" he suggested.

Draco was relieved. "Are you sure, guys? This is your house. I was thinking that I could see if Aunt Andy wants to take her frame."

"This is still your house, too. Draco... you know you can copy her portrait. She'll have more to do that way and can pass messages back and forth for you... if she would like," Neville said.

His mother looked happy at that, and Draco thought she deserved a bit of happiness after everything she had gone through. "We'll ask on Monday. Aunt Andy invited Harry and me over for weekly dinners."

"That sounds wonderful, sweetie," his mother said.

"Sure does, sweetie," Blaise taunted, and Draco flicked a stinging hex at him, which caught Blaise by surprise.

"It's been a few years since I managed that, Blaise. Teaching children made you soft," Draco said, feeling a bit proud that he had managed it.

"If you want to play that game, Draco," Blaise threatened, rubbing the spot. "Come on, Harry. Need your opinion on a dish."

Draco smiled fondly, but turned and found a wall to hang her on, while Harry, Blaise and Neville went to the kitchen. He stuck her on the wall with a normal Sticking Charm. Magic was coming easier to him. He wasn't sure where the hex came from, as Blaise or Neville hadn't taught it to him since he came back. He must've remembered it... remembered doing it to Blaise. Their light love taps from their school days. Blaise loved that someone wasn't afraid enough to try him. Draco hoped he wasn't as vengeful as he used to be. Harry was there to help back him up, though.

"Are you okay, my son?" his mother asked, sounding concerned.

He nodded, coming out of his thoughts. "There's a lot you don't know, mum. I... I can't explain it all now. Harry healed me... what they did to me in prison. And Harry's recovering from his own trauma, too, but that's his 온라인카지노게임. Blaise and Neville let me stay here to recover. I still need a cane to walk long distances, but I'm mostly healed. My magic is there, but my memory... I forgot a lot of what I knew."

"Oh, Draco... I'm sorry. Still, I'm glad you're healing... and Harry is a handsome man, though. You always were a bit preoccupied with him," she said, fondly.

Draco blushed but was secretly thrilled with his mother's approval. "A little."

"A little?" she quipped.

"Yeah... anyway, there's going to be a party. Harry's friends are coming," he said, unsure if his mother had only sprouted the pureblood mania agenda for Lucius like Draco had done.

"I see. Are you sure that girl... Hermione... would want to see me? I was there... watching it all. I will apologize to her... of course."

Draco felt relief. It had always been hard to talk about what their true feelings were during the war. He didn't know who to trust and what wouldn't be seen or heard. "I think she'll be alright. She's been really kind to me. Some part of me worried that Hermione and Ron only accept me out of pity or loyalty to Harry, but they are very compassionate and loving friends to me as well as Harry. Their kids are so cute, too."

"They sound amazing, dear, but go on, now. I'm still a portrait... You are meant to live your life, and I'm sure that your partner wants you by his side."

"I don't want you to go... still... though. I hope you can mend things with Aunt Andy. She accepted me," Draco said and looked at the watch that she had entrusted to him, on the same arm that bore his faded Mark.

"I hope so, too. We have time, Draco, and thank you... for bringing me into your life again."

Draco nodded and headed into the kitchen, where Harry was conjuring firefly light of different colors to float on the ceiling.

"Nice, Potter. Now make twenty more," Blaise ordered, as he was plating hors d'oeuvres.

"Please, Harry, and thank you," Neville added, smacking Blaise on the arm as Harry chuckled.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Sorry... please... we-we have never have... a... umm... party before."

"Stressed out?" Harry laughed, as he was usually the one who was stressed out. Draco didn't seem to notice any signs of anxiety yet. He was getting more comfortable. This was a safe space for him.

"Indeed," Blaise said, Summoning crystal glasses from somewhere for the bar.

Draco humphed. "I thought you had everything handled this morning?"

"Well, Harry thought we needed more decorations," Blaise scoffed.

"I only pointed out...."

Draco took his hand. "Easy, Harry. We still have a few hours, okay? What can I do?"

Harry tasked him with setting up the buffet table while he cast Status Spell on various foods that Blaise and he prepared. Neville was conjuring streamers in the public rooms of red, green, blue, and yellow. Draco also organized the drink bar, and made sure that there were plenty of butterbeer chilled. Then he checked that all the public spaces were open, lit and looked proper. He had done that enough during his childhood. His mother offered a few pointers and spells for decorating, while Harry and Neville worked on the music selection.

"George is bringing some fireworks," Harry announced, after accepting a post from an eagle owl.

"I hope he's setting them off outside!" Blaise joked, as he sliced the ham.

"I hope, too!" Harry laughed, and then conjured up some decorations out on the patio, too. He even created and maintained a Warming Charm to encompass the whole area for when they lit the fireworks.

Ron and Hermione came first. Thankfully, Bill and Fleur were having a kids' party for Victoire, Rose, Hugo and a few of their friends. They hugged everyone and exchanged their happy New Year's wishes. Theo and Astoria were next. She announced that she was pregnant and invited everyone there for a party in a few weeks. Her sister and her boyfriend flooed in as well. Draco enjoyed finally speaking to Daphne again after all these years. She was dating his former teammate, Adrian Pucey, who looked a bit nervous in present company. Draco wished them the best.

Guests started arriving faster than Draco could keep count, and there were more people than Draco expected. Most were Neville and Harry's friends. George, Lisa, Ginny and Angelina arrived together. Neville thanked George for bringing the fireworks, which he went to set up. Draco thanked Ginny and Angelina for the use of the stadium and the Firebolts. They were happy that he enjoyed his time with Harry so much. He really couldn't thank them enough.

Joel and Harper came, holding hands, which kinda surprised Draco. Harry was glad that they were being open about it. Natalie, Dennis, and Cass came, too, which Draco was surprised that Blaise invited them. Then he guessed that Blaise had invited them for him, so he'd have plenty of people he'd feel comfortable talking with. Harry stayed with him, though, for support and perhaps for Draco to take the limelight off himself. Social engagements weren't easy for Harry. Draco did keep checking that Harry was okay, and everything seemed to be fine.

Next to arrive were Susan and Hannah, who were close friends with Neville, as well as Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot. Neville's DA was legendary at Hogwarts during the war. They spoke more to Neville and Blaise, as they gave them a small tour. All of them greeted him and Harry warmly, and weren't at all surprised to see them there together. Draco wondered when and how their relationship became public knowledge. He didn't read the papers anymore, nor did Harry.

Luna arrived with her boyfriend, Rufus, and after hugging him and Harry, proceeded to have a long, hour-plus discussion with his mother's portrait. The Patils came and were very happy with the settlement that was reached. They were still busy stripping Ernie of his properties for his remuneration, McGrath's estate, and finally helping Harry sue Bletchley and Runcorn for what they did. The two twins had had a very good year with their commissions from the suits.

Harry's adopted mother and father came by, but they only stayed until ten. "New Year's Eve is a young person's holiday," she explained when they left, but hugged Draco like he was one of the family. She also spent some time with Neville and Blaise, giving them hugs as well. Blaise, the affection-starved kid that he was, didn't know how to handle that but returned it. Zach showed up, too, and greeted Harry warmly. He mostly talked to Hannah and Susan, his fellow housemates, and Ginny and Angelina about her quidditch success.

There were a few others Draco didn't know or remember, and he just stuck with Harry to avoid being alone. Harry seemed slightly uncomfortable with the number of people, too, but they got through it together. No one asked about Harry what happened... or what Draco had gone through. It was nice. There was some work talk with Harry's work friends, and a few people asked Draco about his mobility. But talk easily drifted back to the other people there. Draco and Harry asked about how everyone else was doing and where they were working. Both of them had effectively been cut off from what happened to their friends and schoolmates after the war.

Goldstein had taken a research assignment into developing a better Wolfsbane Potion. Daphne had purchased a restaurant in Diagon Alley, which had become rather popular. They agreed to stop by soon to check it out. Pucey had played as a reserve for a few years and was now a trainer for the Cannons. Dennis was working for the Daily Prophet as a photographer. He promised that he would never take photos of Harry or him without permission. The little comments and details about the past helped Draco start to remember long-forgotten memories.

Draco was sure he had talked to everyone when midnight got closer. He pulled Harry aside to check on him. "How are you doing, love?"

"Good... better than I thought, actually. Holding your hand helps," Harry said, as he sipped a butterbeer. Draco had also refrained from drinking alcohol.

"It does. I think your music selection was a hit."

"Thanks. The buffet is smashed... Blaise is getting to be a good cook," Harry said, looking over at Blaise, now speaking to Susan and Hannah, which probably had never happened before at school. "You know... this is amazing... seeing everyone here... together. Like Voldemort's stain is gone."

"Not everyone is here. Ernie... Pansy... Greg... Lavender...."

Harry scowled at her name, more than the others. "Not everyone grows up... Draco. Some people can't forgive or be forgiven. Or they can't let old prejudices go. But we can accept those who want to try."

"Okay, Mr. Altruist. Thanks for the heart-warming speech about humanity."

Harry bumped Draco's shoulder with a smile.

"Alright! Everyone outside for the fireworks! It's almost time!" Blaise called out, and thirty people crammed through the doors to the patio.

It was nice and warm. Extra chairs were set out, but mostly people were standing and talking. Blaise conjured a clock so they could see how long they had. George set the "Deflagration Deluxe" package to go off at the right moment.

Blaise cut the music and clanged a fork onto a glass until he had quiet. Two minutes to go. "Hey, I'd like to say thanks everyone for coming out to our home. It's been a roller coaster of a year... for all of us. Here's to new friends and old. New loves and new beginnings! I give thanks for all that I have, and I can only hope that next year will be even better for everyone!" Blaise toasted.

"Here, here!" chorused the crowd and drank. Draco was impressed with his speech and clinked his butterbeer against Harry's bottle. Ron and Hermione were close by too, but in their own world.

There was less than sixty seconds, when Blaise clanged the glass, again. "Sorry... one last thing before the clock strikes..." he said, sounding a bit nervous as he turned to his partner. "Neville... New Year's is the start of a new chapter for us. You've already changed me... my life... made me human... made me kind. I couldn't imagine a life without you. I love you... and I want to take the next step."

The crowd collectively gasped as Blaise sank to one knee and held out a ring. Neville was crying. The clock was ticking loudly and flashing.

"Neville... my love... will you marry me?"

"Oh, Blaise! You bloody romantic sap! Yes!" he cried, as the crowd cheered in approval as the clock struck midnight and fireworks lit up the sky in a flurry of reds, greens, golds, whites, purples, oranges and blues. Shapes formed and expanded across the sky without end.

"Happy New Year!" everyone sang aloud.

Draco had tears in his eyes when he turned to Harry and said, "Happy New Year, Harry!"

"Happy New Year, Draco," he chanted back and kissed Draco on the lips, like so many other couples were doing.

Draco never wanted to stop, but they had to congratulate their friends. Neville was a tomato when Harry and Draco hugged him. Draco held Blaise for a long time. It was Blaise who needed the support this time. He hadn't given Draco any hint that this would happen, no doubt worried that he would tell Harry, who might tell Neville, but Draco wouldn't have... probably wouldn't have.

"I'm so happy for you, Blaise. You deserve this," he whispered, hugging his best friend tightly. He imagined that it would be this emotional whenever he and Harry got around to it, too. All four of them had sad, lonely, abusive childhoods. They were safe, now, and free.

"Thanks... sorry... I wasn't... I couldn't talk about it."

"I understand, Blaise. Sharing wasn't easy for us. Sometimes it's all... surreal."

"Damn right... he-he said yes," Blaise cried into his chest.

"He did. Congrats! I'm so happy for you," Draco said, and looked over Blaise's shoulder and saw Luna, Ginny and Angelina gushing over Neville and his ring. Lisa, Susan and Hannah were all craning to look.

"Your fiancé might need rescuing. The girls have him."

Blaise laughed, looked and hugged him one more time. "You'll be my best man, right?"

"Of course... congratulations, my brother."

Draco let him go, turned and saw that Ron and Hermione found Harry, who had a full crying breakdown in their arms, evidently hit by the emotions of it all. But this time, it was happy tears. Release that he had been so long denying himself. He just watched, not wanting to intrude on their moment.

"I love you both so much," he blubbered. "You kept me going through... all this... through my life."

"We love you, too, Harry," Hermione sobbed, crying as badly as Harry. "This year... this year... you'll be happy... you'll be free and you'll have Draco, us and all your friends."

"Damn straight. It's all behind you, mate," Ron said, bearhugging Harry and Hermione. But Ron let go, then he grabbed Draco and pulled him in, too. "You're one of us, now, Draco."

"Thanks... for everything," Draco whispered. "And Happy New Year to you both."

Eventually, they broke apart when others wanted their hugs and well-wishes. Draco didn't cringe from any of them, even the people he didn't know. He felt safe and, if he had to guess... so did Harry. The hugs and Happy New Year's wishes went on another hour or so. People started trickling out, thanking Blaise and Neville for the wonderful party and congratulating them. Draco and Harry spent the rest of the party just slow-dancing to the slow, romantic songs that Harry had picked for after midnight. Draco also wanted to take the pressure off Harry to worry about talking anymore.

Ron and Hermione had cleaned up the whole mess before any of them could. Blaise thanked them for that. They were the last to go, and Blaise and Neville said it was time for bed as they shut the floo and set the wards back up.

"Harry needs to take me home," Draco said, finally stopping.

That snapped Harry out of the happy blissed-out state he was in. "Oh... are you in pain? I'm sorry... I didn't think about...."

"Harry... I'm fine. It was worth spending the night by your side. You can fix the aches in our bed."

Blaise snickered. "Thanks for helping today, guys."

"You're welcome... and congrats. You'll be great together."

"Thanks... he's all I could have dreamed of," Neville said, kissing Blaise, whose skin darkened.

"That's my line, goodnight."

"Yeah... we need to... ma-mu-mu," Neville said, a bit tipsy as Blaise kissed him.

They went upstairs, and Harry shut the lights off and extinguished the fire. "Come on, love."

Harry held his hand as he walked him to the door and Apparated him to their cabin. He spelled the lights on and pulled Draco to the bedroom. He slipped the robes off his shoulders as he kissed him. Draco's heart was beating faster as Harry was rarely this forward. He was nervous but excited. Harry lifted his shirt off and kissed him again, as he took off his own robes and shirt. Then his hands hovered over Draco's trousers, and he nodded vigorously. Harry undid them and pulled them down, lowering them to Draco's feet to pull them off one at a time.

Harry stood there and put his head on his chest. He breathed deeply, and Draco let him work out what he wanted to say or do. He took deep breaths to keep himself calm, and Harry started to follow his breathing until the moment had passed.

"C-Can you promise me one thing?" Harry whispered.

Draco's mind was filled with all sorts of possibilities of what he was about to ask. "Y-Yes?"

"Don't... propose to me like that... in front of everyone. Holy Merlin... how the hell did Blaise manage to do that with us all watching?"

Draco laughed and hugged him. "Magic, potions and alcohol, I reckon. But I promise I won't do that, my love," he whispered. "I'm glad that you seem to think that I'll be the one doing it, though."

Harry snorted. "You're the Slytherin... you plan shit."

"I've been known for it," he joked, glad that they were talking about it, especially after Harry dropped that mother-in-law comment earlier. "Was... was there a... time frame when... you'd... want me to...?"

Harry hugged him tighter. "No... well... not... I want to... I mean... I consider us... together... but... I'm not... better. I don't want to steal their thunder, either. I want you... us to be together like that, but... I think we're still... healing," he rambled.

"I'm completely fine with that, Harry. Do calm down."

"Right... I just figured... I'd mention... preferences. I do not want to be in front of everyone like that," he muttered.

"I could see the spontaneity of a surprise engagement being off-putting... and it would probably be disconcerting for me as well. But Harry," Draco said, and used his hand to turn Harry's head to meet his eyes. "...I will be declaring my love for you in front of everyone one day."

Harry's eyes filled with tears, again, and he smiled. "Aye... as will I. Well, I guess I have to work up to that moment, huh?"

"Yes... we will, but there's no hurry, love. We already have each other. Everything else is just... formality and tradition."

"Sap," Harry said, and kissed him, again, for a long, hard time.

When he came up from air, Harry stepped a little back, getting his breath. He stared up into his eyes for a few seconds, and then he placed his hands slowly on Draco's waist. He looked back up at Draco, nervous.

"I'm not expecting anything, Harry, 'cept maybe a massage, but I can live without that, too." Draco had decided that Bethany's contract was no longer required after Harry started massaging him nearly every morning and night.

Harry chuckled. "I want to... massage you. I like... I love doing it. Come on." He pulled Draco onto the bed, and Draco laid down on his stomach. "Are you sure... about...."

"Yes," Draco said, turning his head to the side. He had rarely went on his stomach. It was still not a favorite position to be in.

"Okay..." Harry said and slowly massaged his muscles out, taking it slow, though it was late. He really worked his spine and back muscles out.

Draco was nearly asleep when Harry finished and started to trace the patterns in Draco's back. His scars. Draco couldn't remember when exactly he got them, before or after the war. Harry leaned in and kissed his back. Draco breathed and hummed in appreciation. Harry did it again, going up his back until he reached his neck. Draco opened his neck up, and Harry kissed his shoulder. Draco turned to meet his lips, and they kissed for a long time.

Draco let go and slowly rotated his body so he was on his back. He wanted to see Harry, who was now above him, straddling him. He looked nervous, and his fingertips ran across Draco's chest until he reached his face.

"Is this... okay?" Harry said, checking consent.

Draco was fully aware that their boxers were the only things separating them. His breathing was becoming erratic. "Yes," he whispered. He could feel a hardness pressing against him. Harry was... hard, and he was relieved and happy. He wasn't sure that he stimulated Harry.

Harry went slowly as he leaned in, pressing his chest against Draco's as he snogged him. His hands cupped Draco's face as they kissed, and his eyes were closed. When Harry came up for a breath, he opened his eyes and stared into Draco's. He was cautious, examining Draco for any signs of insecurity, fear or pain. Draco smiled, trying to show that everything was fine.

"I'm okay... we're okay, Harry. We... we don't have to... do anything. There aren't expectations. I don't want you to think... I'm pushing for... something. I just want you to be here."

Harry nodded. "I know. I-I am worried... if this stuff bothers you... like it does me."

Draco grimaced. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't affected. I really have to concentrate when I'm on my stomach... but I focus on you and your magic. I can feel it's you, and they were never... gentle. So, I'll know it's you."

"What about... when you're asleep?"

"I rarely slept when I was there, and they certainly never hugged me. Do you... are you afraid when you wake up with me in your arms?" Draco asked, concerned.

Harry shook his head and dropped to Draco's side, turning Draco so they were still facing each other. Harry clasped his hands and bit his lip. Draco let him figure out the words.

"Can you... can we try... you touching me... like I touch you?" he whispered.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded. "Small steps. I like watching you... when... you know...."

Touch aversion wasn't something people magically got over. Harry had been ignoring it for so long that it was ingrained in him. Some things helped, though. If Harry initiated contact, he handled it a lot better. The kids had been... desensitizing him for a while, though. Hugo loved to climb over his uncle. Harry admitted that he longed to be held, too. He never had been shown any affection or familial love until he met the Weasleys and Hermione.

One night, Harry told him about how he had never been hugged before he came to Hogwarts. How the Dursleys never treated him like a person... never cared if he lived or died. Draco could feel the desperation and longing in Harry's grip when he held him. While Harry had touch aversion, he was also touch-starved. He wanted to be held, but his trauma made him wary of it. Draco wanted so much to comfort his partner, but Joel was adamant about taking it slow. Slow and smooth works the best.

Draco started with Harry's face, caressing his jaw, cheeks and lips. He leaned in to kiss him and let Harry focus on that while his hands moved down his neck. When Draco opened his eyes, Harry was staring back at him, pupils blown. He was shaking. Draco wasn't sure if it was nervousness or excitement, now.

"Keep your hands on me, Harry. You know it's me. You're here... in our cabin. You're safe," he murmured, trying to reassure his partner.

Harry took in a deep breath, like Joel taught him and nodded. "Okay...."

Harry pressed a hand flat against Draco's chest, and it seemed to help. Draco's hands moved down to his shoulders, his fingers gently rubbing his skin. Exposure therapy is hard for both partners and sometimes dangerous, but it does work, Carla's voice echoed in his mind. Draco needed reassurance that their... actions were safe. He proceeded to run his fingertips down Harry's chest. He circled scar after scar, examining them and periodically checking that Harry was okay.

"It feels good," Harry whispered. "I mean... I still have to... focus... but I trust you."

Since staying in the cabin, they had tried to do a little more. Pushing their limits while respecting each other's boundaries and checking that they were okay. Draco was scared that he'd hurt Harry, especially in the first few days. Touching Harry had always been... forbidden. He had his own fears to get through. Hurting Harry meant hurting himself.

"Harry..." he breathed and locked eyes with Harry again. They kissed gently, and Draco pressed his head against Harry's.

"You're not... you're restraining yourself."

"Of course I am. This stuff scares me, too," he whispered.

"Oh... we don't have to..." Harry gasped.

"No... no... just... I like slow. Slow is good."

"It is," Harry agreed, but his hand took hold of Draco's. "Let me."

Draco allowed his hand to be guide lower to Harry's stomach, his heart fluttered wildly at the idea of going lower. They weren't there yet... at least that was what Draco thought. Harry moved Draco's hand across his ribs and to his side. He traced Harry's muscles and let his hands rest on his hip.

"Still good?" Draco whispered, softly.

"Yeah... I think I am."

"We don't have to go fast, Harry. Each day we take it a bit further... if we hit something hard, then... we slow down... analyze... talk... mitigate. We can do this. We have... well... every night. Let's just stick with this for now... soft caresses and light touches."

"And snogging?" Harry prompted, smiling.

"Definitely, my love," Draco laughed.

They kissed, again as they had many times that night and fell asleep holding each other close.

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