Therapy - Drarry ✔️

Chapter 22

"Harry, you need to relax before we go back," Draco said calmly.

"I miss not knowing I had magic. I miss never feeling the constant thrumming under my skin, itching to get out."

Draco paused, grabbed Harry's wrist, and placed his thumb over Harry's pulse point.

"That's peculiar. I can feel your magic. It feels like..."

"Like what?," Harry asked in confusion.

"Like it's fighting to get out," Draco's mind supplied, but he wouldn't dare say that out loud.

"Like a swarm of bees buzzing. There is a thrum, I feel it."

"Any idea why?"

"I'll have to check when you're relaxed and not giving people impromptu flying lessons."

"I'm only a little sorry."

"Just don't send anything flying at mum's please. You're both still coming?," Ron inquired.

"We are. Who's going to be there?"

"I can never be sure honestly. People have a tendency of just popping up."

"Wonderful."

"It's just my family. I'd be more concerned if they didn't want you to come."

"Thanks Weasley."

"Any time," he replied with a cheeky grin. "Mione is coming though, George will be there."

"At least there's one of you I can tolerate."

"Good. You shouldn't tolerate me because I'm going to whip your arse at wizard's chess."

Harry listened to his two best mates arguing back and forth, and slowly felt himself calming down. He needed Felix. As luck would have it, he came into contact with Felix and Luna as they neared the forbidden forest.

"Hello Harry, Draco, Ron. Thank you for letting me spend time with Felix. I'm afraid he's gotten quite muddy though. Would you like me to give him a bath?"

"No, that's quite alright I'll do it."

"Enjoy your dinner tonight."

"There's my messy boy. You knew I was looking for you didn't you? Of course you did," Harry cooed. "Let's get you all cleaned up shall we?"

"I'll come and find you before we head back home. Mione wants to study so I'll catch you both later."

"Normally studying is code for anything but, but he really means studying doesn't he?," Draco asked dryly, doing his best to avoid Felix covering him in mud.

"If anything the library is their code. But yes, actual studying. He doesn't even know what she's saying half the time, but he loves her so he'll listen and ask questions. It's very sweet.

Felix what on earth did you get into? You look like a chocolate lab now. You're absolutely caked in mud. Is that glitter?"

"I'm sure it is. As much as I love him, he can stay away from me. I already showered."

"I clearly should've waited. Pick out a new shirt for me yeah? This is a process."

"A process? It can't be that bad," Draco replied, rolling his eyes.

It was a process indeed, that resulted in a very shirtless Harry Potter kneeling in front of the bathtub, with water dripping down his face. Draco had insisted that he watch Harry give Felix a bath, and he couldn't tell whether this was a blessing or a curse.

"He's our son Potter, I have to learn how to properly take care of him," he had explained slowly.

"Just stay back then," Harry replied with an easy shrug.