Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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tw: thoughts of the war and death

It's just gone 9 and he and Draco are still lying in bed. They've had a nice shag in the shower and another few romps between the sheets before finally getting up to have breakfast with the boys and locking themselves in the room to do it again.

Harry reaches under his pillow for one of their wands before casting a tempus. He groans and flops to the bed only for a second.

"I should get up and start getting ready," he says actually sitting up and stretching. "My consultation is at 9:30."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll be fine. Just keep an eye on the boys, you know? James says he feels better but—"

"He just doesn't want to bother anyone. Yeah, I know. I went to school with his dad."

Harry is up and in the hotels closet looking for a pair of jeans to throw on as Draco talks with the sheets pooled around his waist.

"If I'm not mistaken so did I," he says with a lopsided grin and Draco throws a pillow at him.

"So much cheek from you today, Potter."

"Oh, you love it."

"Absolutely. I find it unbelievably sexy."

Draco watches as Harry's cheeks darken and he wants to pounce on him again.

"Stop it, Draco," says Harry tugging on a shirt. "I really have to go."

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"I'm positive. I'm an adult, love; I can take care of myself." He walks back over to the bed ans kisses Draco softly before pulling away and placing another kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back in an hour and we can go grab some food before Teddy and James go in."

He closes the door softly behind him and uses the walk alone to finally think.

Getting a new mind healer in the middle of his own recovery is probably a terrible idea, but she's the only healer available to work with the entire family and willing to travel whenever they may need a session. So even though Harry doesn't want to go to the intake consultation, he knows it'll be best for James to see that it isn't so bad to talk to people about his problems. Especially a professional who actually knows how to help.

James is talking more than he was before, but there are still times when he completely shuts down or he'll open his mouth and nothing will come out and Harry knows without a doubt that he needs to do this for his son.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm Certified Mind Healer Helen Browne, but Healer Browne is fine."

"Nice to meet you Healer Browne. And please just call me Harry."

He sits down at the tiny table across from her and watches as the Healer conjures up a deck of cards and a wizard chess set. Harry snorts out a laugh because he's not very good at either and he isn't quite sure they'll really have the room for it either way. They're doing the sessions on the bus for now because it's less likely to be made public when they're in such a private place.

"You find my games funny, Mr. Potter?" asks the woman and he laughs again while shaking his head good naturedly.

"Not at all, I'm just not very good at them. Never really had time to get good at exploding snap or Wizards chess when I was younger and now that I'm older..." He shrugs. "The sounds can trigger panic attacks."

"Do you think that bit of heightened anxiety has trickled down in your son?"

"It's possible. Both his father and I went through the war so we both have troubles with that and depression. I had a healer once that also said something about Imposter Syndrome on my part, but it could go either way."