Just To See You
By Darkmeadow777
Chapter 8: Magic Touch

A/N: I am SO sorry about the long wait! The move was completely hectic and we didn't even have a computer or the internet and when we got the computer is was a complete piece of crap and then it took like a week to get the internet set up cuz our phone company are idiots! Updates will now be much sooner! Sorry again for the long wait.


Over the next week Draco didn't seem to make much progress. His pale skin was quickly becoming transparent. His eyes were being taken over by large, black bags - making him look like he had died recently. Draco started to drop weight dramatically and Harry was getting very worried, but when he asked, he was shrugged off. Harry didn't pry in fear of Draco withdrawing further into himself.

Harry would take him to the park everyday and he could swear that Draco enjoyed it. Draco would be his sarcastic, rude self and Harry would be sickly sweet to him because he knew that it pissed off Draco. Draco had caught on to the fact that Harry would never leave him and was testing how far he could go. Harry continued to massage Draco's hands and fingers, which were becoming more sensitive by the day. Harry would bathe Draco every once in a while, but usually the other nurses beat him to it.

The morning of the Massage Therapy session, Harry stopped by Ron and Hermione's apartment on the floor below his and knocked on the door. Hermione opened the door after a moment and welcomed him in.

"Hey, Hermione. No, nothing is wrong," Harry said knowing her next question. The relief was evident on her face. "I need you to look in to something for me . . . "

" . . . And that something is?" Hermione asked after a lengthy pause.

"Well, I'm just curious, but there's this . . . guy at the hospital. He's blind. I was just wondering if there was any spells or potions that could cause blindness or get rid of it."

"Well, you will be happy to know that I don't know any off the top of my head. . . Wipe that smirk off your face! I'll look into it for you," Hermione said then gave Harry a wink and a knowing smile.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Oh, nothing," Hermione said airily. "Do you work today?"

"Yeah, I'm heading there right now," said Harry with a bright smile. "Why?" His smile faded and Harry glared at her suspiciously.

"I was just wondering why you had that look about you."

"What look?" Harry asked genuinely confused.

"Oh, look at the time! You're going to be late if you don't hurry," Hermione said as she shoved Harry out the door and slammed it in his face.

Hermione turned around to see Ron coming out of the bedroom.

"Hey, was that Harry? How come he didn't wait for me?" Ron asked confused.

"He had to work," said Hermione shortly. "We have a problem, Ron."


Harry arrived at the hospital early so he could take Draco down to the masseuse himself. It was nearly 11 am. Harry greeted Sandra, who seemed to have an infuriating all-knowing smile reserved for Harry whenever they crossed paths. Harry smiled back at her and slowly opened Draco's door.

He was lying in bed seemingly staring at the ceiling. His dull eyes glided over in Harry's direction and listened for a moment before saying, "Are you going to take me to the park today, Harry?"

"How did you know it was me?"

"I can tell by your breathing and the sound of your footsteps. And you're the only one that doesn't just burst in here trying to make me wake up."

"You're not sleeping?" Harry asked nonchalantly hoping to finally get an answer out of the Slytherin.

"No."

"Do you . . . want to talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about," Draco drawled.

"All right, if you ever need someone to listen then I'm here for you. Are you ready for your appointment?"

"No, Potter, I'm not ready for my appointment."

Harry raised an eye brow and asked, " . . .Why not? You don't have to be clean or dressed for that matter, it's only a few floors down."

" . . .You're joking, right? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going anywhere in this stupid dress," Draco said stubbornly.

"Oh, for God's sake! Not the 'stupid dress' tirade again!" Harry said exasperatedly and threw his hands up in the air. "Listen, Draco, I'm not going to spend an hour cleaning and dressing you for a massage therapy session! She's probably going to smother you in oil anyway. And you're going, so you don't have a choice!"

"Make me," Draco challenged and folded his arms.

Harry sighed then grabbed Draco around the back and grabbed his knees with the other arm, cradling him like a baby. He was much too light and Harry didn't use much strength to hold the flailing man against his chest. Despite Draco's yelling, swearing, punching and hitting, Harry managed to get Draco to his appointment on time.

Harry entered the room and threw Draco on a padded table with a small hole near one end. Draco continued his tirade until he heard someone come into the room. A young woman wearing a lab coat was standing in the doorway looking startled at Draco's behavior.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" the woman asked when Draco paused to take a breath.
Draco snapped his mouth shut and had the decency to look embarrassed. Draco noted her soft, pleasant voice.

Harry answered for Draco. "Not at all, Linde. Draco - this is Linde Teman. She's the resident Massage Therapist.

Draco held his hand out in front of him, lateral to where Linde stood. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I apologize; you've caught me at a bad moment," said Draco pompously.

"Apology accepted, Mr. Malfoy. We might as well get started," said Linde shaking Draco's hand.

"All yours, Linde," said Harry.

"'All ours', you mean. I'm going to teach you the massage then you can do it yourself."

"I'm doing it?" said Harry aghast at the same time Draco said, "He's doing it?"

"Of course! I can't possibly to it everyday! You should see my schedule!" said Linde. "Can we get started? All right, Draco, we're going to start with a scalp massage and move down toward the feet. I'm going to go first, and then Harry will have a go. Is that all right?"

" . . . Yes, that's fine," said Draco nervously.

"You just relax then." Linde moved over to Draco who was sitting on the table. She moved behind him and slowly pulled spread fingers over his scalp and down the base of his neck. "These slow, soothing strokes originated in Sweden. That's the massage we're going to be trying. It's designed to increase blood flow and circulation. The more blood to an area, the more it can respond. That's what Harry's been doing to your fingers. Watch how I do it, Harry. I'm going to get you to practise next."

Linde was slowly, calmly going about her job but Draco was sitting straight up and was looking very tense. "Draco, relax. Let the tension flow out of you. Concentrate on how it feels," said Linde in her soft, soothing voice. She took Draco's head in her hands and began to make small, slow circles with her thumbs on the base of Draco's neck.

"Do you see what I'm doing here, Harry? Just keep your strokes smooth and flowing and your circles tight. You're hands will always be pushing in the direction of the heart. You try."

Draco tensed again and sat very still as though he was waiting for a deadly blow to fall.

"All right, here we go, Draco," said Harry quietly. He softly placed his hands in Draco's soft hair and followed the same steps as Linde; making soft, soothing strokes. Harry didn't notice that he was smiling like the Cheshire cat and Linde was too polite to say anything.

After a minute Linde stopped Harry and said, "Wow. You have good hands, Harry." Draco silently agreed. "I took the liberty of writing down all the massages and their steps, so you don't forget Harry. You're going to have to do this everyday or teach another nurse to do it. It'll speed up Draco's healing process a great deal. Next we move to shoulders and back. So Draco, I'm going to have you remove your robe, lie down on the table and Harry will cover you with a towel. I'm just going to grab the oil."

Draco slowly reached for the bottom of his gown and pulled it over his head. While Harry stared at Draco's thin body, Draco carefully felt his way to the table and laid face down. After a moment too long, a towel as placed over his lower half. Linde came back in talking up a storm and dissolving the tension between the two men.

"The Swedish massage comprises of five main strokes to achieve its relaxing and healing effects. Effleurage, Petrissage-"

"Linde," interrupted Harry. She sounded too much like Hermione to let her go on. "We really won't remember those, so can we get on with it?"

"Umm . . . sure. Sorry. Anyway, I'm going to use lavender oil. Very calming. Just relax, Draco," said Linde rubbing the oil in her hands.

Linde placed her warm, oily hands on Draco's back and slowly pushed them from the small of his back up to his shoulder blades. Harry watched closely. After a while she slowly began to gently knead Draco's back, slowly squeezing and rolling the marred skin. She placed her fingertips on the sides of Draco's spine and made deep circular movements all the way up and over his shoulder blades. By this time, Draco looked half asleep. Harry smiled to himself. Harry continued to study Draco's face until his eyes flew open when Linde started to use the edges of her hands to chop all down his back. After she finished with the chopping she used the tips of her fingers to make prodding movements then used her fist to repeat the movements.
She finished off the massage by pressing her hands on the small of Draco's back and rapidly shaking for a few seconds, causing Draco to jump.

"I don't like that last one," Draco mumbled still half asleep.

Linde laughed and said, "But it's the most important one because it boosts circulation and increases muscle power. Ready to try Harry? Do you remember what I did?"

Harry nodded and took the lavender oil from Linde and put some in his hands and rubbed his hands briskly together.

Draco closed his eyes and waited for the soft, soothing stokes to come. Hands slowly touched the small of his back and slowly pushed upwards. Harry's long fingers had a different feel than Linde's shorter fingers. They were strong, yet shy.

While Harry continued this movement Linde said with a smile, "You know Draco, you were one of the very few men who has not become aroused when I did their massage."

Draco immediately turned bright red and felt himself harden at Harry's skilled touch. Harry fought keep himself in check.

"Harry, do you remember the steps? They're written down here if you need them," said Linde placing a stack of paper on a table. "I've got to start another massage right now, so just turn him over and start his chest and if you're finished by that time, do his hands. Thanks!" And she left before Harry could get a word out. Harry stared at the door for a moment then remembered what he was doing.

He returned his hands to Draco's back and felt the tightened muscles underneath. Harry leaned over Draco and whispered in his ear, "Just relax, Draco." He heard Draco swallow. Harry smiled and continued to work his hands over Draco's bumpy skin.

It wasn't long before Draco's breathing was labored, but Harry ignored it and made his touch more sensual. Slowly running his hands down the sides of Draco's trim waist and over his defined shoulder blades. It was not long after continuing this motion that Draco let out a husky, "Oh, god . . ." and had to lean up slightly.

Through his smile Harry said, "I guess I'm too much for you. Do you need a break?" 'Or help?' Harry added in his thoughts.

A/N: I'm so sorry about the long delay! It will be back to normal now! I'm going to finish this story even if it kills me! Don't give up on me!