Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Published: 2/1/2022

Harry's eyes opened and blinked drearily, but he quickly rolled over to retch into a bucket that slid into place by itself. Fuck, my head hurts, he thought as he let the dregs dip down into the pail. He Vanished the mess and cleaned his mouth, nose and throat, healing them from the acid burn. He dropped back to the bed and, through his bleary eyes, he saw that the curtains were open and there were paintings on the wall. This wasn't his house.

Where the fuck am I? he wondered and tried to sit up, but couldn't find the energy. He hadn't eaten anything yesterday and nearly finished a whole bottle of firewhiskey. He was so hungover. He tried to remember last night and recalled that Neville had been there at the graveyard. He couldn't believe that he went there, but it had been a safe place. He had been so smashed, and Neville took and dumped the rest of the bottle. Harry didn't remember anything after that. He trusted that Neville had taken care of him, but wasn't sure where he was at. He needed to go home and get his Hangover Potion.

Harry tried to focus on his home and bed, trying to Apparate, but nothing happened. He actually felt a recoil in the wards of the house. Whoever lived here knew he had tried to leave. Fuck... he didn't need this. He just wanted his hangover remedy and needed to get to work. He had no idea what time it was, but he had obviously slept through his Temporal Alarm Charm.

"Coming!" a voice outside the room called.

It sounded feminine... so Harry wasn't as nervous. He looked again at the room, and there was something familiar about it. There was no organization, like the Burrow. It was mainly wood furnishings, but there was a sizzle of magic in the walls. He looked at the brightly-colored walls and saw drawings of Hogwarts, the grounds and then... what looked like him... and his friends? Wait, he had been here before.

"Harry? I'm coming in," she said at the door and pushed it open.

"Luna?" he said, still surprised as the short blonde entered the room.

"Good morning, Harry," she said, brightly. "I'm sure you're hurting, but you can't leave, yet. I've made some recovery potions for you."

He lowered his head, embarrassed, as Luna set the tray down. She handed him a vial. He only paused for a second, but this was Luna. She wouldn't hurt him, and he diligently swallowed the first, which settled his stomach.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"We got a few more to get through. Sorry, I didn't have the premade stuff," she said and handed another, which made his headache dissolve. Another made his tiredness go, and the last was a nutrient potion, which tasted terrible.

"Thanks," he said, dropping his eyes.

"It's not a problem. Thankfully, I just had a feeling that I needed to be home this weekend."

Harry frowned. "You're not usually home?"

"No, not when school is in session. I teach at Hogwarts, too. That's why Neville knew I was home, to bring you here."

He blushed. "I'm sorry to impose."

"It's not an imposition. I haven't seen you in a long time, and I wanted to catch up."

Harry looked away. There was nothing to catch up on.

"So, how's Draco?"

Harry jerked his head back. "How did you...."

"Neville filled me in."

"I see. Well, I can't talk about Draco without his permission."

"I don't need to know his medical information. I just am curious as to how he is."