alisanne

Title: The Art of Healing
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 x 3
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for

dracoharry100/

dracoharry100's prompt #290: Less
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:

lilyseyes
Authors Notes: Part seventeen in my H/D Eighth Year Series.
The other parts so far are Roommate From Hell, An Informed Decision, The Oncoming Storm, Making Choices, Honourable Actions, Feast or Famine, Disaster Averted, An Open Mind, Case Closed, Risky Business, Just Reward, Universal Contentment, Getting an Education, Professional Consultation, Covering the Essentials, and Merciful Success.

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The Art of Healing

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With their engagement ritual behind them, Draco began to worry less that he’d somehow lose Harry, and more that he’d be rejected from Healer training.

Pomfrey, as school Mediwitch, counselled him, as did Severus. Both cautioned that, while the Wizarding world had supposedly moved on from the war, many still held grudges.

Which I already knew, thought Draco as he was shown into the interview room at St Mungo’s for his meeting with the Chief Healer. At least I’m not Marked, so that can’t be counted against me.

“Candidate Malfoy?”

Draco nodded.

The Chief smiled. “Healer Burbage.”

Draco’s heart sank.

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“Burbage?” Draco whispered. Salazar--

“You recognise my name.” Burbage nodded. “Good.”

Draco briefly contemplated just walking out. “Should I leave?”

Burbage frowned. “Aren’t you here to interview?”

“Yes--”

“Then sit.” Burbage gestured.

Draco remained standing. “You must hate me,” he whispered.

Burbage sighed. “Actually, Mr Malfoy, I recognise that you were no less a victim than was my sister.” His tone hardened. “If it was your father interviewing, however--”

Draco shivered at the look in Burbage’s eyes.

“Anyway, you’ll have to learn to deal with people who you or your family harmed during the war.” Burbage pointed. “Sit!”

Draco obeyed.

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Draco returned to Hogwarts late. Their room was empty when he arrived, so, slipping into pyjamas, he went to bed. Two Warming Charms later he was still cold. Exhausted, Draco closed his eyes.

“How’d it go?”

Waking abruptly, Draco realised he was finally warm because Harry was wrapped around him. He relaxed. “It was...difficult.”

After Draco explained what had happened, Harry sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, he’s right. I’ll probably treat many people my family’s damaged,” Draco whispered. “As long as you don’t think less of me, though.”

“Are you mad? Never.”

Draco smiled.

Harry kissed him. “You’ll be brilliant.”

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TBC