Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Published: 10/16/2020

There was no point to stress Draco out with a question like that. He knew better he sent a Patronus and said, "Sorry, gonna need some Skele-Gro, there's a lot of damage."

Draco stared like he didn't believe him, but he wouldn't ask questions. Natalie came in with the potion, and Harry said that she can hand it to Draco.

"Oh... someone's got their arms fixed. That's really great. Here you go," she said, and Draco reluctantly took it. She left before he slowly took it.

"Why Pottah do you torture me with these foul potions?" Harry said, and Draco snorted. "Sorry. At least you can't feel the bones regrowing, huh?"

Draco shrugged and went back to his arm exercises. Harry healed his femur and thigh muscles, moving to his upper thigh without asking permission. Draco hadn't even responded. Harry finally finished with what he could do.

"Alright... everything feeling okay?"

Draco shrugged.

"That's not very enthusiastic. Do you need more pain potions?"

Draco shook his head.

"Anything sore?"

Draco held out his hand for him, and Harry smirked as he rolled over to his side.

"Massage my hand, peasant," he chuckled, and Draco smiled. "Anything for you, your majesty."

Draco straightened his head up, haughtily.

"Yeah, yeah. You want to hear about Dungeons and Wizards?" he asked, and without looking at Draco's reaction, he launched into the game that he played with the kids. "After they went to bed... Ron and Hermione were like... you're going to be a great father... nevermind that I'm a... and well... I can't..." he paused, taking a deep breath, avoiding Draco's eyes. "It was awkward... especially when they practically said 'you'll find someone'."

Harry tightened up and zoomed out. He didn't know how long he drifted out, but Draco's hand clenched his, and he came back with a jolt, his heart restarting.

"Sorry... thanks. But it was awkward. Especially when I know that I'll be alone forever," Harry said, as he worked on his hand.

Draco, however, grabbed his hand and held on. Harry finally looked at him into Draco's soft eyes. Draco shook his head and tightened his grip. Harry understood his meaning, and he looked back down.

"Thanks. I'm sorry... I shouldn't be unloading on you."

Draco tugged his hand and forced him to look. "It's okay, Harry."

He jerked his head up. Harry... Draco called him Harry. And he spoke to him voluntarily, without being forced. It was big for Draco. Important for Harry, too, and his eyes watered a little at the brief interaction they had.

"Thank you, Draco. I'm sure you figured out that I'm a wreck. It's nice to talk to someone."

Draco nodded and his thumb made small circles on Harry's wrist. They stayed that way for several minutes until Harry had to go to his appointments. Draco let go and gave him a reassuring nod. Harry was starting to wonder who was healing who.

He brought back the menu for the takeout place at lunch and gave it to Draco to pick. He just wanted soup, and Harry thought that it was good to start small. He had a feeling that Draco hadn't eaten real food in a long time. He placed the order with the messaging service, and it was delivered about twenty minutes later with Harry's sandwich. Draco struggled to make it to his mouth without spilling any, but slowly finished the bowl. Harry moved next to him when he was done. He got Draco's permission to slip his hand under the blanket and feel how his stomach was handling that.