Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 14

Published: 11/20/2020

***TRIGGER WARNING*** lengthy discussion of past sexual assault and torture

Harry had been pleased with Joel's answers, and the kid said that he would continue learning how to read scans. Joel even convinced him to go eat lunch in the cafeteria, and Natalie came along, too. The Calming Draught was still in Harry's system that he didn't mind it, too much, until the head mind healer came over.

"Healer Potter... how nice that you grace us with your presence."

He took a deep breath while Joel and Natalie froze. They couldn't defend him. He was a healer. "Hello, Terence, wonderful afternoon!" he said with fake enthusiasm.

The boar's eyes narrowed. "I would prefer if you called me Healer Higgs."

"And I would prefer if you didn't interrupt my lunch. What do you want?"

"Oh... just wanted to know when your patient was being transferred down to my ward."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "I'll let you know, Higgs."

The older man gnashed his teeth and spat, "You don't deserve to be a healer, Potter!"

Both Joel and Natalie lifted their heads, but Harry stood up, thankful for the Calming Draught. "Funny. I would say the same about you, Terence."

"You don't even show respect to your position! Eating with wardens and a trainee! You have no regard for the traditions of the hospital!"

Joel and Natalie were red, embarrassed, as a large number of people had turned to watch. 

"I don't give two flying fucks about tradition and your elitist bullshit! These are my colleagues, and I will always choose to eat with them rather than you and the rest of your pompous, arrogant-ass healers any day of the week," he hissed. "Everyone does not have to bow down to shitheads like you just because you're a "healer"."

Higgs pulled out his wand, and Joel and Natalie stood up. 

"Don't do anything. He's not stupid enough to try me," Harry said.

Higgs growled under his breath and spat, "This isn't over, Potter!"

"Please leave. We wish to eat in peace."

Higgs stormed away, and Harry couldn't help but notice the wardens, magical maintenance workers and trainees around him beam at him. He gave a curt nod and went to staring at his food.

"You okay?" Joel asked.

"And... this is why I don't eat in the lunchroom," Harry mumbled. "I think so. It was easier with you both here. He's going to catch me unawares one time."

"I can ward him off the floor," Natalie offered.

"Why did he ask about..." Joel started, but Harry shook his head. Being overheard in the cafeteria was the other thing he hated.

They finished lunch and went up to their ward and, non-surprisingly, Head Healer Convaba was waiting when they returned. Harry waved his friends off and went into his office.

"Again, Harry?" she said.

"He came up to me! He insulted my eating companions to the point of calling them peons and declared, in front of the whole cafeteria, that I shouldn't be a healer!" he growled.

She sighed. "I see."

"Do you yell at him for his shenanigans?"

"I'm not yelling. I just wanted your side of the 온라인카지노게임."

"Well, there were plenty of witnesses."

"Healers don't generally eat with wardens, though, Harry."

"Even if I cared, surely you wouldn't dream of telling me that while we are eating together?"

"No. I will talk to him about propriety."

"And I'll eat with who I want."

"Harry... I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't. You just keep getting in trouble. He's a department head."

"And what the hell am I?" he said, though he was the only person in his department.

She nodded. "True. But Healer Higgs is used to a little respect. You refuse to call him by his title."

"Well, I wouldn't want him to think he outranks me."

She smiled, slightly. "Would you consider keeping it civil... in front of witnesses?"

"Are you saying you want me to drag him into a dark room and beat the shit out of him?"

She rubbed her eyes. "No... just... stay out of trouble. Enjoy your day."

Harry collapsed in his seat, but his respite was short-lived. Hermione's head appeared in the floo. Harry checked that his door was locked and knelt down. "What happened?"

"I went there, Harry. His blood is still on the terrace, the window is directly above it, and he sustained injuries that match a fall at that height. The only portraits I found that didn't hiss mudblood at me, said that the only people they saw were Draco and his parole officer, who came daily."

"What about the house elf?"

"I didn't find one."

"There shouldn't be one there, Hermione."

"I know. They were all freed and only work on commission," she said. "I'll send a message and ask for information."

Harry nodded. "Thank you for checking."

"I'll see you Friday for dinner, then?"

"Okay, sounds good," he said and bid her goodbye as he waved the connection away.

It was time for afternoon appointments. They were easy, not too much effort and, as he went to Draco's room, Natalie stopped him and said not to do anything too deep or else. Then she hugged him.

"Thank you," she whispered and walked away. There were quite a few wardens around her desk, and they smiled at him. He waved awkwardly and looked to Natalie, who shooed him away. She'll handle them.

Harry went inside Draco's room and realized that his shakes were starting in. The Calming Potion had worn off. He realized that the wardens might start talking to him, now... or worse Higgs.

"Bastard."

Draco gave him a look as he shut off what looked like Taggert.

"Not you... had another run-in with that prick, Higgs. I think he's sore that I beat him at quidditch when I was a first-year."

Draco grimaced, but didn't say anything.

"I have special orders from Natalie not to push it."

Draco nodded his head.

"But everything's... okay?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded. "Good."

Harry sat down at his side, facing the door. He took his hand and scolded him about slacking on his exercises. Draco rolled his eyes. Harry took a deep breath as the last vestiges of the potion wore off. He was shaky as he massaged Draco's hand.

"So, Higgs went to the boss, again, and everyone is smiling at me, now," Harry confessed.

"It'll be okay, Harry," Draco said, quietly.

Harry just felt calmer hearing his voice. "Thanks. I'm sorry that I unload on you so much."

"I don't mind," he said, and Harry smiled that Draco was talking to him... talking back to him.

He massaged his wrist and ran his finger across the scar on his wrist. He knew exactly what had made it and knew that he would have the same ones if he hadn't gotten rid of them.

"Draco... I wanted to ask... if I can remove these scars?"

Draco stared at him with interest. "You... you can do that?"

"Yeah... I didn't want to... well... it was your choice... your... pain. Your badge. I wasn't going to remove it, without your consent," Harry murmured.

Draco's voice was a little raspy when he said, "I would like that very much."

Harry could barely meet his eyes, when he started weaving the magic in. Nat might still kill him, but it was only skin deep. Harry was a nervous wreck, though, but he would do this for Draco, regardless if it sent him back.

***

Draco watched Harry closely. He seemed to be having difficulty, and it wasn't with the magic. He was shaking, nervous. He almost asked him about it, but he was curious as to what was wrong with him. Suddenly, Harry let go of his hand and was staring straight ahead. His eyes were glazed over, and he was breathing erratically. Fuck, Harry was having a flashback. But while he was awake? With no one here but him?

It hit him that Harry was staring at his scar. Guilt? Or was it... the dark stuff? He reached out and touched Harry's arm. He flinched and scooted away forcefully. It took a minute to figure out where he was and to calm down. Draco didn't need any more confirmation.

"S-Sorry... I d-didn't mean to... fade out. I'll keep going," Harry said, and his shaking hands tried to grab ahold of his wrist.

Draco grabbed his instead, and Harry slowly calmed down. But Draco was going to go for it. "Harry? Why did you quit the Aurors?"

His healer winced and tried fleetingly to pull his hand away. Tears were already forming. "You know... I couldn't handle it," Harry mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

"Harry... don't lie to me. You can tell me, Harry. I know that you know what I went through. I will understand."

Harry's head came up and went back down. "It's not... the same... as bad."

"It's always bad. Please tell me, you'll feel a lot better," Draco said in his soft, reassuring voice.

Harry seemed torn and then gripped his hand harder. He looked at the door, Draco heard it lock, and the privacy curtains were drawn. Impressive wandless magic at a distance.

It took a few minutes to start. Harry's voice was at a whisper. "I... I went... out... clubbing. Alone. I j-just figured... out that I was... gay. I p-picked a m-muggle club, b-because I could be... me. They wouldn't recognize me."

He stopped and shook his head at those words. He maintained a death glare with the blanket.

"A g-guy came over. He picked me. Bought me a drink... said I was... hot and... other stuff. He wanted me to g-go home with him. I... w-wanted to try... it. I was 19. I hadn't done anything b-but groping before with Ginny. I t-told him that I was a vir-r... that I h-had never..." Harry seemed to lose his courage and had to look up at his eyes for support.

"It's okay, Harry. I'm right here."

"He said... he said that I c-could go first. He'd show me how to do it... very slow. I believed him. I w-walked with him to his flat. Merlin... I thought I c-couldn't g-get hurt... be hurt. I thought I c-could handle anything!" Harry broke down crying.

"Shh... Harry... come on... calm down."

After a few agonizing minutes, Harry started stammering out words, again. "He... made us drinks... a large shot. He downed it in one-go and... said... I bet y-you can't handle another. Like an idiot... I drank it. D-Didn't even notice it was a potion until I p-passed out. When-when I woke up... I was n-naked, half-blind and tied down. I was g-groggy, and h-he was behind me. He touched me... and said that he... c-couldn't b-believe the S-Savior walked into his b-bar... looking to g-get f-fucked."

Draco clenched his hand harder, trying to remind Harry that he was there.

"He... said that I... was g-going to scream and b-beg him to s-stop. That I... the defeater of the darkest wizard ever known was g-going to be beaten and fucked by him. I w-was... so s-scared. I begged. I b-begged before he even started, and he... he laughed. He said that he was the most powerful wizard in the world, now. That he would always own me. He spread me open and said... I think for your first time... you don't need lube."

Draco couldn't believe that this happened to Harry, the sweetest, kindest person he had ever known. Salazar... he would hunt this fucker down and kill him, but he realized that Harry was crying, again, and Draco wanted to wrap his arms around him. He needed to.

"Harry... move me over."

"What?" the distressed man said, wiping his face.

"I don't need the whole bed. Move me over and you can fit," Draco said and held out his arm for Harry to come in. Harry paused for only a second and gently slid him to the edge with his magic and crawled into Draco's side, putting his head on his chest. Draco could feel that he was shaking and gripped him tight. Draco hugged him close and his other hand, caressed his face.

"I got you, Harry. You can keep going... if you want."

He let out a sob. "It h-hurt so much. He laughed as he... thrusted. He kept asking m-me w-who's the Savior, now and told m-me to-to scream louder," Harry whispered, digging further into his chest. "I d-did... I never felt so much pain. I tried to pull my hands free... it hurt me more."

Draco took a deep breath and remembered doing the same thing. It was different, though for him.

Harry's voice was weak... rasping almost. "He... came... and pulled out. Asked me how I felt now that I w-wasn't a virgin. I thought it was done... but he went in, again... and again... and again. I couldn't count them. He just kept going... for hours, until I stopped screaming and begging. Then he showed me a jar. He said that we could play for days... it was full of Get-it-up Potion. He hit me... spanked me... touched me... made me scream. He started using his wand on me... Imperio... he made me suck him off. I d-didn't even f-fight it!"

Draco kissed the top of his head. "I'm right here... Harry. Get it all out. I got you."

"It wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to b-break me. He wanted everything," Harry sniffled. "He used Crucio while he fucked me. He... tortured me... until I did what he wanted and I agreed. He told me... suck him... willingly. Made me... b-beg him to fuck me. I had to call myself his b-bitch, that he was the Savior and the Chosen One's master. Over and over, again." Harry stopped and trembled. "I was there for three nights."

Harry wasn't shaking as much. He was going numb. His voice evened out to a monotone.

"The last time... as he fucked me, he told me he usually just brings muggles home to torture. He liked how they were so confused when they obeyed him with Imperio, and then after, he Obliviated them. They'd think that they were date raped... and usually don't tell anyone. But he saw me and couldn't resist breaking me. He said he wouldn't Obliviate me. He wanted me to remember this night... forever. Remember that I was his bitch, and he'll own me forever. That'd he be in my dreams. He branded me with his wand as he came. His initials."

Draco rubbed Harry's back. He wanted him to know that he wasn't alone.

Harry wouldn't look at him. He just kept going. "He got dressed and took more pictures. Said he was pushing it... keeping me longer. They would track me eventually. Didn't need to get caught with his dick in the cookie jar. Said if I wasn't so famous, he would have sold me... but he had a better idea. He was going to take me Knockturn Alley and leave me staked out for the beggars and dregs to have a go. That way, my friends would find me there, all trussed up and open.

"He said 'Come on Boy-Who-Sucked-My-Dick, time to make headlines as Knockturn Alley's newest manwhore'. But something... something in me... cracked when he reached for me. Everyone would know what happened... find out what I did.... I lost just it. Suddenly, he was blasted into the wall and knocked out. My... b-bindings disappeared, and I healed myself without a wand... my wrists, ankles and everything else. I got my wand and dressed. I wanted just to run away... I wanted to kill him... too... but I couldn't... I couldn't, Draco," Harry said, in pure anguish.

Draco didn't care how weak his muscles were and pulled him tighter. "Harry, I'm so sorry."

"I... couldn't let him go... he... r-r-raped others, too... but I didn't want anyone to know. I Obliviated him. I took his memories of me and destroyed the pictures he took of me. Vanished my blood... the ropes... cleaned the house. I found out he had a muggle police photo off security camera footage leaving with one of his victims. I dropped him off at the muggle jail, and then I went to the Aurors saying that a wizard criminal was in lockup. They reviewed his wand and the muggle reports for the Unforgivables and the rapes, and they convicted him. He's in Azkaban... for life."

Draco kissed Harry's head, again and held him tightly. "You did the right thing, Harry. He would have really destroyed you if you had killed him. It's the best thing... he can't hurt or violate anyone, again."

Harry nodded, but mumbled. "I... umm... I think I cursed him."

"Think?"

"I didn't know... I could... my wandless magic. I just thought that... he shouldn't... be able to get hard... anymore." That sounded familiar, Draco realized. He heard of him in prison.

Draco smiled and laughed lightly at his revenge. "It worked, Harry. The guards loved messing with him, too."

Harry turned to look at Draco and started crying, again.

"Harry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

He shook his head. "I was hurt for just for three nights and you... I'm so sorry, Draco."

Draco brought Harry's head into his chest. "It was different. It was about punishment and revenge, Harry. I deserved some of it."

Harry stopped crying and jerked up to stare at him. "No! No, you didn't! No one deserves that! Even that guy... I think."

"Sure, Harry. But I also wasn't a virgin when I went there."

"Oh..." Harry gave him a look and asked, "Who?"

"Willing or not willing?" he joked, darkly, and Harry froze, staring at him. "My father was a prick, and then Blaise and I... we did it at school a few times. So, I was prepared for it."

Harry turned his head down and buried his face in Draco's chest. He didn't seem to register what he had really said, about Blaise. Harry just mumbled, "You're so...strong. How...."

"My aunt, father and Voldemort tortured discipline into me. Occlumency is what saved me. I just went somewhere else in my mind."

"Really? Where?"

"I'll tell you another time. You're exhausted and emotionally wiped."

Harry was quiet for a long time. "Can you teach me Occlumency?"

"No. I would never make you like me. You are teaching me how to feel, again. I needed your heart... your love... your emotion, or I would never have come out of my mind."

Harry considered this and said, "Huh." Potter was always very articulate. Then he said, to his horror, "I... should go."

"Don't. Stay. Fuck the rules."

Harry bit his lip and cuddled up into him. "Thank you, Draco."