Dragon and Savior

Dragon and Savior


Session 5


“Your file says that when the paramedics arrived, he was holding you on his lap.”

“I…I…”

“Harry, did you think about the fact that maybe he was scared you would die? Maybe he doesn’t want you to die.”

“But…but I couldn’t protect him…the way he protected me…”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw what his father did to him…and I couldn’t stop it…then…when we were together in seventh year…he did it…he made love to me…and at that moment, I felt so…safe…protected…like I could be weak and vulnerable and cry out, and he wouldn’t care; he loved me anyway. That’s the way love is supposed to be, you know. And sex should be an expression of that…of the unconditional love…the way my first time was…with Draco…perfect. Not like his first time…he deserves so much better than that!”

“Harry, have you told Draco any of this?”

“No.”

“I think you should.”

“I hate you.”
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Session 6


“Harry, why that date? Why June 5th?”

“It was significant.”

“How so?”

“Seven years ago…June 5th…Draco lost his virginity…on his fucking birthday, for fuck’s sake! His goddamn father fucking raped him on his fucking birthday! And then…that was the day I killed Voldemort…Draco’s birthday…and that was the day he disappeared with Snape. When he came back, he was different. Lucius was dead, and he was the new Lord Malfoy…but his eyes had changed…because of Snape…and it was so hard…watching him slip away…all this year…and people patting me on the back, telling me ‘good job’ for killing that fucking bitch-ass bastard Voldemort…treating me like some kind of hero…and all I could do was watch him from a distance…watch him die on the inside and know it was because of me…and it built up…until-until…that day…the anniversary of my failure…of my success…it was too much…and I was finally strong for a moment. I was strong enough to protect what was mine…and then I realized that I had hurt him worse than anyone…but my strength was gone…and I was back to being weak…and I tried…”

“Harry, here’s what I think happened. You were just a child; you couldn’t have saved Draco from his father even if you had tried. It wasn’t your responsibility, and you’re not to blame for it. It wasn’t your fault that Vernon and Petunia Dursley were awful to you, or that you were the Chosen One. You ARE entitled to happiness, Harry, and it sounds to me like you were happy with Draco. Then your destiny called again, but now that’s over. You thought that Draco was hurting on the inside because of you, and you tried to help him. But you didn’t think about this: you dying would hurt him ever so much more than anything you could have done to him while alive.”

“Wha-what?”

“When Draco came to you in the stall, I think he was more afraid of you dying than of living with whatever pain you imagine he carried. Maybe he didn’t realize it before, during the year that you worked at the stables, when you thought he was slipping away. But he realizes it now. Harry, he comes in and sits in the waiting room every day. I wasn’t sure how you would feel about seeing him, so I asked him to wait until you were stronger and more clear-headed. And once we had gotten everything out in the open so you can let yourself heal. If you want to see him, I’m pretty sure he still cares about you. I’d wager this entire hospital on it, actually. His actions show that he cares about you the same way you care about him. I think you should tell him.”

“Fuck. Um, okay.”